Su Xinyu was even more shocked, unable to close his mouth, thinking he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes; the intimidating man who bullied him was really lying on the ground, constantly wailing.

It was all real, not just a figment of his imagination.

Although Xu Xiangbei had rescued him, Su Xinyu still felt unconvinced, but his gaze no longer dared to be arrogant. A hint of fear lay hidden there, knowing Xu Xiangbei was not someone to be trifled with.

Xu Xiangbei downed the glass of red wine, speaking to the blond-haired youth, as well as addressing all the Shamate kids.

"Since you didn’t do anything bad today, just take your friends and leave. Remember this, if anyone dares to do something bad, I’ll break their legs, no matter how fast they think they can run."

Knowing Xu Xiangbei had spared him, the blond youth felt as if receiving a great amnesty, cried uncontrollably, and with his companions, ran into the woods, supporting their leader, riding away on their motorcycles until they vanished without a trace.

The road that was previously crowded became immediately clear and unobstructed.

"Since you helped me, I would like to invite you to join me for lunch."

Gu Xiangyi cast an enquiring look at Xu Xiangbei, who nodded, perceiving the sincerity in Su Xinyu’s gaze—not merely wanting to meet with Gu Xiangyi alone.

"No problem, we have to eat anyway, so why not do it together?"

Su Xinyu told the driver to take Ah Zhong to the hospital for his forehead wound caused by the final strike of a nunchaku, a little finger-length cut on the forehead, needing to be bandaged and stitched.

The chauffeur drove the stretch Lincoln to the renowned five-star hotel in Yanjing, Jinlante Grand Hotel.

The lobby of Jinlante Grand Hotel was over fifty floors high, with the hotel’s main hall on the first floor resembling an ancient Roman temple, towering with eighteen massive columns, each requiring at least five people to encircle with their arms.

The lobby was lavishly decorated in gold, laid with a bright red Arabian carpet, and in the center, a music fountain the size of half a basketball court, with water changing colors to the music.

In the middle of the fountain stood a lifelike statue of Venus, with a subtle smile and deep, dreamy eyes.

Su Xinyu was a regular here, stepping on the colorful, intricately patterned Arabian carpet, helped him regain his confidence.

He smiled and asked Gu Xiangyi, "Do you prefer Chinese or Western cuisine? The Chinese restaurant is on the second floor, and the Western restaurant is on the third floor."

Gu Xiangyi quickly exchanged a look with Xu Xiangbei; both preferred Chinese cuisine, and Ah Rong had no preference.

Gu Xiangyi replied, "Let’s have Chinese food then, I’m not used to Western cuisine."

Walking on the soft, bright red carpet, Su Xinyu led Gu Xiangyi, Xu Xiangbei, and Ah Rong towards the second floor.

Coming down the stairs was a beautiful woman in a gold off-the-shoulder evening gown, her black hair flowing like a waterfall over her white chest. Her skin was fair, her features delicate, her exposed arms slender and fair, with fingers long and slim like scallions.

Her gaze seemed sharper than that of ordinary girls, sweeping across Su Xinyu’s face, revealing a look of surprise.

She and Su Xinyu bumped into each other, both stopping, gazing at each other.

The woman smiled mysteriously, while Su Xinyu became serious. The woman’s voice was flat as water: "Xinyu, you’re back? Long time no see."

Oh, could it be an encounter with an old flame? Xu Xiangbei curiously asked, "Do you two know each other?"

Su Xinyu said to Xu Xiangbei, "This is my sister, Su Xinyun."

Xu Xiangbei suddenly realized, no wonder their faces looked somewhat similar, they’re actually siblings.

A mischievous thought suddenly arose in Xu Xiangbei’s mind, you little tease, wanting to flirt with my future wife, I won’t let you have it easy, I’ll flirt with your sister.

Xu Xiangbei intentionally blocked Su Xinyun’s path, grinning slyly, "Oh, so you’re the sister, and so beautiful. Have you had lunch yet, sister?"

Seeing Xu Xiangbei with her brother, Su Xinyun assumed he was a friend of Su Xinyu’s and replied politely, "I just got here too, I haven’t had lunch yet."

Xu Xiangbei’s mouth twisted into an impish smile, this was precisely the response he had hoped for, and he continued speaking to Su Xinyun, "Then join us for lunch, sister. Since you and your brother haven’t seen each other for so long, why not have a nice chat over a meal? Su Xinyu, don’t you want to have a good talk with your sister?"

Su Xinyu’s face showed a flash of anger; he really disliked Xu Xiangbei meddling, but encountering his own sister, if his attitude was too indifferent, it would arouse suspicion. He had no choice but to put on a smile and nod in agreement.

Su Xinyun was a bit taken aback; although they were siblings, they hadn’t seen each other in a long time and seemed like strangers. Being able to have a meal together with her brother and strengthen their bond was precisely what she had hoped for as the elder sister.

She smiled and said, "Alright, then let’s have lunch together."

Ah Rong and Gu Xiangyi exchanged glances, knowing that Xu Xiangbei was up to something again.

Curiosity about the Su family members’ relationships stirred in Xu Xiangbei’s mind.

In ordinary families, when siblings meet, they’d be quite affectionate, with the elder sister caring for the younger brother, and the brother being fond of the sister. But after Su Xinyun and Su Xinyu reunited, they merely looked at each other without even a hint of calling each other affectionate names, but rather addressing each other by their first names.

Upon reaching the private room, Xu Xiangbei enthusiastically pulled out a chair for Su Xinyun, who smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Sister, what do you do for a living?"

"I’m studying classical painting art at Yanjing University—researching Chinese paintings, watercolor paintings, and ink paintings. I usually live on campus and rarely go out."

"So you’re a painter, no wonder you exude such a distinct aura. I was wondering what kind of aura it was—it turns out it’s the artistic temperament of an artist."

Su Xinyun blushed slightly from Xu Xiangbei’s compliment, her finely textured fair skin, tinged with a faint blush, resembling a delicate watercolor painting, making her seem even more enchanting.

She softly said, "Actually, if we’re talking about artistic talent, my brother is more deserving. Though I love painting, my talent is not as good as Xinyu’s. He loved painting since he was young, and although he doesn’t paint now, you can see his excellent artistic talent in the toys he designs."

Mentioning his painting talent, Su Xinyu’s face lit up with pride and confidence: "Unfortunately, even though I love painting, I still have to take over the family toy business. For the sake of life, we can’t always do what we love, we have to be busy with life."

Gratitude appeared on Su Xinyun’s face: "Luckily, my brother took over our parents’ business, so I have the chance to do what I love. However, when he was a child, his painting was really talented, and I collected every painting he made."

Hearing his sister say she kept all his childhood paintings, Su Xinyu’s gaze softened, as if recalling his childhood and the happy, carefree moments spent with his sister.

"Then why don’t you two siblings have a good toast?"