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The silver glow of the Crescent Moon spilled over the courtyard, casting shadows that danced in the night breeze as they rushed into the distance. The nearby clamor gradually faded, leaving behind a vibrant array of neon lights that lingered under the night sky, guarding the last remnants of solitude.
Ikeda Kenji and his sister followed closely behind Jufeng as they exited the villa. This was their family property, but it was clear that tonight, restful sleep would not be found here. The young man skilled with throwing knives remained steadfastly at the Underboss's side, though perhaps due to the presence of a woman, his steps had grown slightly more distant.
Do not underestimate the gap between one meter and one and a half; it often reflects the most fundamental aspects of human nature.
The composed Ikeda Kenji walked past Jufeng, glancing back at Vera behind him before saying slowly, "I'll wait for you in the car."
Ikeda Masahiro cast a meaningful look at Jufeng, then feigned melancholy as he sighed deeply and slowly walked past him.
Jufeng stood in the moonlight, his figure appearing somewhat lonely.
Vera approached Jufeng, her feet stepping into a pool of silver light that resembled a river filled with shattered silver. As the wind blew, it rippled like bamboo leaves.
Jufeng remained silent; Vera understood that he was waiting for her to speak first. She indeed needed something—an explanation or an excuse—anything to use her powerless words to salvage something from the past six months.
A moment can sometimes feel very brief, yet at this moment, it felt prolonged.
After a pause, Vera spoke with a tone tinged with regret and helplessness, uttering three words:
"I'm sorry."
Sometimes these three words serve as a remedy for mistakes; however, more often than not, they only add fuel to the fire!
Jufeng was not surprised at all; through their previous interactions, he had come to understand Vera's temperament. Although she had recently given him considerable surprises, it did not mean her heart was not changing.
Nodding slightly, his lonely figure slowly turned to face Vera.
"You know, I am a particularly simple man. No matter how much scheming and intrigue there is on the battlefield, at the end of the day, I completely trust my friends. I considered you a friend; what about you? I'm not sure."
"But it doesn’t matter. Isn’t there a saying? Those who come out to mix in this world will eventually pay their dues. I’ve made many people unhappy before; now someone is making me unhappy too—it’s just cause and effect."
"We are still partners, and that's enough."
The words of Jufeng faded slowly with the night wind, just as the Crescent Moon was obscured by a drifting cloud, losing its brilliance.
The night sky, lacking a sliver of moonlight, grew dimmer, and Jufeng's figure gradually slipped from Vera's sight in the darkness.
That night, aside from Lance, no one knew that Vera stood alone in the desolate night wind for the entire night.
...
Jufeng arrived at Ikeda Kenji's car. It was a spacious business vehicle capable of accommodating many people. However, at that moment, there were only three individuals inside: the driver, Ikeda Kenji; lying in the middle was Ikeda Masahiro; and sitting at the back was Jufeng.
As for Xiu Yi, he was likely in a closely following vehicle behind them.
Once Jufeng entered the car, he fell silent, gazing out the window lost in thought. Only Ikeda Masahiro, unwilling to endure the quiet atmosphere, broke the silence within the vehicle.
"Hey, Jufeng, I bet you can't drive. Just by watching you play billiards today, it's clear you don't know how to play either; you must have just learned. So your win against me today doesn’t count. You relied on martial arts instead of skill; winning like that isn't honorable."
Jufeng's thoughts were gently pulled back by Ikeda Masahiro's words. He glanced at Ikeda Kenji, who was focused on driving, and replied, "Yeah, it seems I can only fight and nothing else. Unlike your brother—handsome and with great charisma—he even drives himself. I guess Ikeda Kenji must also cook? Otherwise, there wouldn't be any perfect men left in this world."
At this point, Ikeda Masahiro perked up, shifting from a lying position to sitting up eagerly. "Of course! At home, my brother always cooks for us. My future husband has to be like my brother. It's just a pity; I doubt I'll find another like him."
Ikeda Masahiro appeared to be around twenty years old, but Jufeng knew her real age was likely between twenty and thirty—definitely at an age suitable for discussing marriage.
Jufeng suddenly realized that Ikeda Masahiro was also a simple girl. All her previous calmness and wisdom were likely influenced by her brother's presence and subconscious behavior. Now that they were sitting down to chat casually, she revealed her innocent side; this must be her true character.
Jufeng smiled lightly without giving a definitive answer. In other circumstances, he might have felt playful enough to tease her, but at that moment, he didn't know how to respond.
Ikeda Kenji glanced at his sister and Jufeng through the rearview mirror. A faint smile appeared on his rugged face—not strong but warm.
Ikeda Masahiro saw that no one was paying attention to him, and immediately collapsed onto the soft, comfortable chair, mumbling to himself about something he couldn't quite articulate.
The streets were quiet at night, and within half an hour, the business vehicle stopped in front of a high-rise building.
Jufeng got out of the car and looked up. The building was decent, but it was somewhat different from what he had imagined. He had expected a villa or a mansion, considering that Ikeda Kenji was the underboss of the Yamamoto Clan.
Ikeda Kenji parked the car and noticed Jufeng standing still, which made him think of Jufeng's confusion. He explained, "This is a house my parents bought when they were young. They've lived here for half their lives and are used to it. There's a saying in Huaguo about being attached to one's land; that's how they feel. So, Yahui and I often come back here."
"Don't worry, there's plenty of space upstairs. They already know about Yahui's disappearance tonight, so I need to bring her back. You'll have to make do with staying here for now."
Jufeng shook his head, indicating it was no problem. By this time, Ikeda Masahiro had already reached the stairway, and the two men began their ascent.
The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor. After exiting, they turned right; the first door was the Ikeda Family residence. Ikeda Masahiro seemed eager to get home, running in her high heels and hurriedly knocking on the door.
Jufeng looked at Ikeda Kenji in confusion and asked, "Don't you all carry keys?"
Ikeda Kenji glanced at his sister and replied helplessly, "She's the only one in the family who doesn't carry a key. She knows we're not asleep at home, which is why she's so reckless. Just don't be surprised by it, Brother Jufeng."
Having established a cooperative relationship, their titles had become much more familiar. Jufeng nodded but suddenly felt inexplicably nervous—perhaps it was because he was about to meet the parents of these siblings. His heart began to race a little faster as he approached the door; he realized this might be his first time meeting the parents of someone he could call a friend. With this thought in mind, he quietly restrained his casual demeanor.
He felt a sense of impending seriousness.
The knocking only echoed twice before a graceful woman hurriedly opened the door. Upon seeing her long-worried daughter, she immediately embraced Ikeda Masahiro without tears or excessive concern—just a deep hug before gently letting go.
The woman's gaze moved past Ikeda Masahiro to rest on Ikeda Kenji and Jufeng. Upon noticing unfamiliar faces at her doorstep, her demeanor became much more polite as she looked at Ikeda Kenji and softly asked something in English.
Jufeng observed her gestures and guessed she was inquiring about his identity.
Seeing his mother, Ikeda Kenji's expression softened significantly as he smiled and introduced Jufeng: "This is my friend from Huaguo named Jufeng. Tonight, Yahui was with Jufeng, which must have worried you both."
Jufeng looked at the woman, secretly surprised that Ikeda Kenji was introducing himself to his mother in Huaguo, which meant she could understand. So he made an effort to show a gentle and warm smile, saying politely, "Hello, Auntie. My name is Jufeng. I’m sorry to disturb you so late."
After Jufeng finished his introduction, he expected the woman to respond with a few polite words in return. However, her next action truly took him by surprise.
He watched as the polite smile on her face gradually transformed into a radiant one. Her eyes seemed to widen little by little, as if every pore on her face was opening up, and her lips slowly parted, even her breathing became a bit hurried.
Suddenly, Jufeng felt his heart skip a beat, and a wave of unease washed over him.
A second later, a voice filled with excitement rang out from the doorway. The woman's expression suddenly changed to one of joy and exhilaration.
"Old man, come out and see! Yahui has brought her boyfriend home!!!"
(To be continued)
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