Chapter 2: Reversal!

The words were ruthless, and the dagger glittered sharply! Yet, at this moment, Chen Fan was elated! For he knew that there was no true estrangement between himself and his eldest sister, Meng Rongrong.

In her gaze, Meng Rongrong was frantically signaling to him. Each time, she gave three subtle lifts of her eyebrows.

Chen Fan understood; Chen Fan remembered. In their childhood, three lifts of Meng Rongrong’s brows was her secret warning to him—Little Fan, stop playing, the director is about to sneak up behind you...

Now, three lifts meant something else: Meng Rongrong was warning him—someone else was in this room!

At that instant, Chen Fan’s eyes grew sharp and icy. No wonder... From the moment he stepped in with his left foot, he had sensed a chill at his back, as if someone were watching him.

His gaze swept the room, finally settling behind the partition screen...

Chen Fan made a gesture to Meng Rongrong, signaling her to stay silent. With a deft twist of his wrist, he snatched the dagger from her hand.

“Ah!” Meng Rongrong cried out, startled, the sound escaping her lips instinctively.

Suddenly, the man behind the screen burst forth in a flash.

If Meng Rongrong were harmed, the people backing him would not let him off lightly!

But as he looked closely, he realized Chen Fan’s dagger was not aimed at Meng Rongrong, but at himself.

The man was startled, and after a moment’s contemplation, a sly smile curled his lips.

So that’s how it is.

“Oh? You really are the missing brother of Miss Meng?” he said. “Not bad, you actually discovered me.”

As he spoke, his posture remained alert and tense. Chen Fan gave him a sense of uncertainty—he seemed ordinary, yet not ordinary at all.

“Flat-faced fool?” Chen Fan said with a grin.

Damn, coming down from the mountain really broadens one’s horizons. Up there, you’d never see such an ugly man.

Hiss, Master was right—there is nothing too strange in this vast world. The ancient tales were certainly not pure fantasy.

Meng Rongrong’s expression turned cold as she looked at the man.

“Mr. Song, please leave. This is my brother, and we have been reunited after a long time. We need time and space.”

The man, Mr. Song, wore a wicked smile, clearly scoffing at Meng Rongrong’s words.

“I seem to recall just now, Miss Meng claimed this gentleman wasn’t your brother?” His voice grew louder, his gaze fiercer.

“Could it be, just now, Miss Meng was playing tricks on me?”

He clicked his tongue menacingly, fixing his stare on Chen Fan, as if he might tear him apart the next moment.

Meng Rongrong’s fists clenched tightly. Why weren’t they here yet?

In truth, Meng Rongrong had recognized Chen Fan at first sight downstairs. This was her brother. For on the right side of Chen Fan’s neck was a scar—not deep, not shallow—unique to him.

Her plan had been to bring Chen Fan upstairs and put on a show for Mr. Song, hoping to avoid future trouble from him.

Yet Chen Fan’s sudden move, grabbing the dagger from her hand, had caught her off guard, directly provoking Mr. Song.

Luckily, she had a backup plan; the people protecting her and Chen Fan should arrive soon.

“Mr. Song, what do you mean by this?” she said. “If I tricked you, so what? If I didn’t, so what?”

“I suspect Song Tiancheng placed you by my side to steal from me.”

“Today, I’ll make it clear: If you dare harm Chen Fan, your Song family will never get the xpail file in this lifetime.”

Chen Fan couldn’t hold back. His eldest sister was... What was all this foggy talk with the flat-faced man about?

He couldn’t understand at all.

“Who are you, really?” Chen Fan asked, unable to restrain himself.

The man smiled faintly, casting a contemptuous glance at Chen Fan. “The Song family of Huajiang City…”

He hadn’t finished his sentence when a dagger flew at him, swift as a gust, giving him no time to react!

It plunged deep into his shoulder, as if striking a nerve; the man collapsed from the pain, fainting instantly.

At the same time, Chen Fan covered Meng Rongrong’s eyes with one hand.

“A dying man has no need for a name,” he said.

He might not have understood the exchange between his sister and the man, but he knew they were enemies.

No more words needed; it was time for action.

Meng Rongrong guessed what had happened and was about to speak when Chen Fan’s gentle voice rang in her ear.

“Sister, listen to me. Go wait in another room. We’ll talk later.”

Meng Rongrong’s body trembled. “Alright.”

Chen Fan’s throat tightened—reunited after so long. He had so much to ask her, but first, he needed to figure out the situation.

According to the old man, all seven sisters needed him. If his eldest sister’s circumstances were so dire, what about the others? Were they in danger too?

First, Chen Fan had to investigate with his own methods.

He opened the office door and found Zhang Siying, her face full of helplessness.

“Protect my sister,” he said.

Zhang Siying nodded. “Alright.”

Immediately, the office door was closed.

Meng Rongrong opened her eyes, frowning at Zhang Siying. “Didn’t I tell you, if Chen Fan didn’t come downstairs in three minutes, you should break in?”

“It was so dangerous just now. If Little Fan was hurt…”

Zhang Siying glanced helplessly at the office door handle, thinking of Chen Fan’s face, and gave a calm smile.

“Rongrong, it wasn’t that I didn’t come!”

“It’s just that I couldn’t open your office door at all.”

“Your brother is anything but ordinary!”