When it came to decorating the music space, Gu Chengzhao talked at length.

Fei Wen also knew all the noise online about Rong Xianning’s identity reversal, so of course he knew that the "son" Gu Chengzhao spoke of was Rong Xianning, not Gu Bichen.

What he saw was a father’s guilt for a son he had failed for many years, his painstaking efforts to make amends, and a fatherly love so full it was about to overflow.

The area wasn’t big enough, so Gu Chengzhao tore down the guest room next to his study as well; the bedroom, lounge area, bathroom and walk-in closet, recording room and control room were divided into several zones, with every bit of the renovation done to the highest standard. He gave his son the very best and fully respected his son’s profession and personal interests.

Na Amo wasn’t idle either. She went to a high-end mall and bought a pile of clothes and shoes, every single piece carefully picked out by her. There were the trendiest youth street brands, soft and comfortable loungewear, and energetic sportswear, all perfectly matching Gu Xianning’s height and build; not a single item didn’t fit. Very quickly, Gu Xianning’s wardrobe was crammed full.

Na Amo didn’t forget Shen You’an, either. She picked out some clothes for An’an as well, determined to turn the room An’an stayed in into An’an’s second home.

That day, Gu Chengzhao got up early, drove Na Amo and Gu Xianning to their old hometown in Qingxi, and under the witness of all the heads of the Gu family, completed the rite of returning to the ancestral line.

Madam Gu had not yet recovered from her illness and stayed at home.

Meanwhile, Shen You’an went to the prison that day to visit Yu Fusheng.

It was Yu Fusheng who had taken the initiative to ask to see her; otherwise, he would never plead guilty. Xiang Chenyan had no choice but to contact Shen You’an.

Through a pane of glass, Shen You’an saw Yu Fusheng brought out by guards in handcuffs and shackles.

Shen You’an remained seated, not moving, her face expressionless.

In just a short time, Yu Fusheng seemed to have aged twenty years. A lot of white hair had appeared at his temples, his beard had grown out, his head had been shaved bald. Dressed in an oversized prison uniform, he looked haggard and utterly disheveled.

From the moment he saw Shen You’an, those dull, lifeless eyes of his locked onto her, like a vicious wolf fixing on a fragrant, delicious prey, enough to send chills crawling over one’s skin.

Unfortunately for him, the person he was staring at was Shen You’an. She was not only unafraid, she even arched a brow at him in open provocation.

Yu Fusheng picked up the handset. "I thought you wouldn’t come."

Shen You’an smiled faintly. "Getting to enjoy the sight of you beaten and miserable? I wouldn’t miss it."

Yu Fusheng wasn’t angry. His emotions were frighteningly steady; he only fixed those wolf-like eyes on Shen You’an.

"I’ve been thinking for a long time in prison and still can’t figure it out: why is Tianlu Bank like an unguarded realm to you? It’s as if you can come and go at will in Tianlu Bank’s entire monitoring backend. But this is Tianlu Bank we’re talking about—the most advanced and authoritative financial system there is. It has gathered some of the world’s top information security experts. How could a little girl like you hack into its backend? If word got out, Tianlu Bank would be on the brink of collapse. Yet as far as I know, even though Amos holds shares in Tianlu Bank, he doesn’t have that kind of access—unless..."

Yu Fusheng’s eyes suddenly grew sharp, his searing, scrutinizing gaze raking over Shen You’an.

"Unless you are Phoenix!"

Unbelievable as it sounded, it was also the most likely explanation.

Yu Fusheng really didn’t want to believe it, but even less did he want to go to his death with this doubt.

Shen You’an raised an eyebrow. "Not entirely stupid. But Phoenix is only a cybersecurity offense-and-defense engineer at Tianlu Bank. In the online world she may be omnipotent, but once she’s offline, she’s just an ordinary person. Tianlu Bank’s legal team isn’t to be trifled with; they’d sue her until she lost every last cent."

Shen You’an’s slender little finger tapped lightly on the handset, her posture relaxed. "And to prevent insider leaks, Tianlu Bank’s system backend has layered permissions. There’s one access that only a single top-level person can unlock. Take a guess—who do you think that person is?"

Yu Fusheng froze for a moment, his pupils constricting violently. He stared at the beautiful, elegant girl in front of him in disbelief, the fear in his eyes as if he were looking at some terrifying demon.

"You... you..."

Yu Fusheng’s dry, cracked lips trembled violently. It was as if he simply couldn’t accept this possible answer; it was more painful, more torturous than having his body sliced into a thousand pieces.

Of course. Tianlu Bank was like a pyramid, and the person standing at the very top of that pyramid was the founder, Sunny.

Sunny was extremely mysterious. No one had ever seen her in person. Some said she was an old man, some said a middle-aged person, and some even claimed she was a child prodigy...

There had even been rumors among the public for a while that it was Amos, because the period when Sunny founded the company coincided with when Amos was just stepping into the investment world. But the public simply couldn’t accept that the founder of Tianlu Bank was a child; it was too far-fetched, so they treated it as nothing more than gossip for bedtime amusement.