This face, Qian would never mistake.
Healthy wheat-colored skin, a high nose bridge, slender single eyelids, and tightly pressed lips—just a side profile was enough to show the handsome and cool demeanor that came from a face lacking in expressions, somewhat reminiscent of Wuxie from The Lost Tomb, but more powerful.
If the wheat-colored skin were replaced with fairer tones, the face shaped like hers with softer contours, it would resemble her daughter Xiaowei, this man looked very much like her daughter.
To be precise, her daughter looked like him because he was her daughter's biological father, Yu Minglang!
Yu Minglang had been operating in this area as planned, but when he saw danger, he rushed out directly.
A madman was no match for Yu Minglang, who quickly subdued him to the ground, his arms pinned behind his back.
The madman was unwilling, muttering, "You invaders of my home, I will never surrender even if you kill me!"
Yu Minglang took a rope from his pocket, tying him up securely, and cooperated with a line.
"I die for my country to live, I die with honor, my spirit lives on, to achieve great harmony and sacrifice!"
The madman was shocked, admiringly asked, "Is this warrior also one of us?"
Though the madman couldn't understand, he felt that it seemed impressive.
Yu Minglang had already tied him up, "Remember, don't take even a needle or thread from the common people."
"Yes!" The madman was convinced by him.
"Ha!" Qian laughed, amused by Yu Minglang.
She always suspected that, inside Yu Minglang, the stoic iceberg lived a young artistic soul, though he would never admit it.
After watching the conversation with the madman, Qian was certain her judgment from a past life was correct.
When she smiled, Yu Minglang's gaze was drawn over, only to notice that this wasn't the same beauty mark as Zhou Zhiruo's, was it?
Earlier, when looking through the rifle scope, he only felt this girl was very delicate, but seeing her up close, Yu Minglang felt as if a warm summer breeze had brushed his heart, bringing warmth with a hint of freshness.
Her skin was especially fair, like tender white jade tofu, ready to break with a touch. Her eyes behind silver-rimmed glasses were cunning and full of life, irresistibly leading his gaze back to the beauty mark similar to Zhou Zhiruo's, and her facial features combined to form a girl who was delightful no matter how you looked at her.
"Oh my goodness, scared me to death!" Jia Xiufang patted her chest, still recovering, and put down the brick in her hand, thanking Yu Minglang.
"Thank you so much, um, would you like to come home for a drink of water?"
Jia Xiufang still didn't understand where this powerful man had come from; it seemed like he had jumped down from the sky. Regardless, he had saved her and her daughter.
"Thank you, but no need. Do you know this person?" Yu Minglang shifted his gaze back from Qian.
"It's the silly son of our aunt from the front yard. He's a bit not right in the head and runs out for no reason, then..."
Jia Xiufang was a typical chatterbox, whether people wanted to listen or not; once she started talking, she couldn't stop.
It was Qian's first day after being reborn, and yet again, he had saved her.
Compared to the past life, he saved her several years earlier.
In her past life, getting involved with Yu Minglang was one of the few guilty things in her otherwise regret-free life. At that time, she was in a bad mood and went to a bar to drink.
Unluckily, she ran into a robber, a knife against her throat, she was terrified.
After several unsuccessful negotiations, Yu Minglang, passing by, decisively intervened, and Chen Xiaoqian vividly remembered how this man rescued her, his actions, his gaze—amazing.
After being saved, she sat on the ground, while Yu Minglang draped a coat over her and said his first words to her: Don't wear skirts in this cold, and avoid places like bars.
Then, she used various means to get his contact information, chasing him with the ease of a highly educated and beautiful female doctor, capturing his heart effortlessly.
Later, he even bought a wedding ring, but due to some reason, she ran away, and she was pregnant with their daughter when she left...
Unexpectedly, he had been looking for her all those years, even shedding such heartbreaking tears for her before she died.
Seeing each other again now, both looked young, but their hearts, long since old, began to race uncontrollably upon seeing the young Yu Minglang.
Looking at him reminded her of their daughter—and perhaps other reasons, whatever they may be, Yu Minglang's premature appearance left Qian without her usual poise and composure, leaving her to just stand dumbfounded, staring at Yu Minglang.
Her mother's chatter couldn't stop, but he didn't seem annoyed, standing straight with eyes looking at her. Was he looking at her?
Qian's face felt a little hot, inwardly mocking herself—an old woman, why lose composure at the mere sight of a fresh young man?
This wasn't any ordinary young man; this was one with an extremely high similarity to her daughter...
"Little boss!" A secretary ran over, interrupting Jia Xiufang's endless chatter.
"Ah, you actually jumped down from the third floor. Oh my, young man, you're not hurt, are you?"
Qian looked at the three-story building not far behind, realizing they had been lurking up there earlier.
"I'm fine, ma'am..." The young man scratched his head, then awkwardly said to Yu Minglang.
"The boss is furious that you acted on your own, cursing on the radio..." The company's annual fire drill had been disrupted by Yu Minglang.
"The lives and property of the people are above all else, retreat!"
The drill may have been fake, but the people's danger was real. Even if he were to be severely reprimanded by the boss, Yu Minglang had no regrets rushing out at the key moment to save someone who looked like Zhou Zhiruo, no, saving the common people!
The tied-up madman, hearing Yu Minglang speak so sturdily and forcefully, shouted admiringly, "Hero, I am proud of you!"
"Remember, don't prey on the people again." Yu Minglang quickly withdrew with his spotter, brushing past Qian.
At that moment, all of Qian's memories of him flooded her mind.
Once, this man had walked with her through stormy and sunny days alike.
Once, he cradled her nearly lifeless body, engulfed in sorrow, his tears falling onto her.
After all, he was the only man she had ever shared intimacy with in her previous life and the father of her daughter, how could she forget him?
Yet at this moment, when her hair brushed his cheek, he remained unmoved, leaving only a cold, aloof profile and a turned back without a glance behind.
Qian suddenly felt her compulsive hand-washing urge kick in, feeling particularly annoyed.
Suddenly, that imposing figure stopped and, turning to Qian, ran back again.