Tang Yulan circled around and climbed over the wall to enter the apartment. The apartment was extremely well-landscaped, with rockeries, lush bamboo, flowing water, and a stone pavilion, creating a pleasant environment. He quickly found the place his former superior had mentioned. Unit 4, Floor 5, Room 502. He took out the key given by his former superior and entered the room. The door opened smoothly as expected. The room was spacious and bright, with a comfortable leather sofa placed in the living room, and an LCD TV embedded on the opposite wall. There was a bit of dust on the floor. Tang Yulan first walked around the room, which had two bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen, one bathroom, and also a separate study, fully furnished. It was more than enough for one person to live in. However, he didn't feel excited; instead, he felt somewhat oppressed. Because of his wanted status, he couldn't go home now. What kind of skill was it for him to live alone in this big house? Tang Yulan took out an old Nokia phone with a black and white screen and made a call to his family. His heart was filled with longing, and his eyes couldn't help but redden. It had been over three years since he had last contacted his family. He didn't know how they had been living recently, whether their health was still good and strong. Did his father still enjoy playing chess with Uncle Liu, arguing with each other until their faces turned red? And his mother?

Is it still the same as two years ago, when he would scout for girlfriends for himself, urging him to hurry home for arranged dates and marriage? Tang Yulan is the only child in his family, and during his time in prison, information was blocked, and visits were not allowed at all. His family wouldn't have any idea where he has been for these past three years. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a sourness, his palm gently gripping the phone, waiting, waiting for the voice from his once happy home. "Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment..." Tang Yulan was frustrated. What's the point of going home? It seemed like nothing mattered anymore. "Knock knock knock." Someone was knocking at the door. "Knock what! Keep knocking and I'll flay you alive!" Tang Yulan roared, his voice so loud that it stopped the violin playing upstairs abruptly. He snatched up the glass fish tank and opened the door. Thinking it was the security guard at the door who had discovered him, he yanked the door open, only to see a girl standing there, her complexion gone. The girl looked at Tang Yulan in terror. At this moment, Tang Yulan's forehead veins were bulging, his clothes disheveled, his chin covered with scruffy stubble, and holding the fish tank in his hand, he looked every bit the bloodthirsty thug. "I, I saw there was a new neighbor and wanted to say hello. Yes, I'm sorry," the girl said, taking a step back under his imposing manner. "Stop! Why knock on the door? If you can't answer, be careful or I'll rape and kill you, then rape and kill you again!" Tang Yulan stared coldly at the girl, whose disheveled hair couldn't hide her beautiful features.

Tight jeans and a T-shirt accentuated her delicate curves, paired with plastic slippers printed with cute cartoon characters. "I need your help, the light bulb is broken, and there's no one from the property management around," the girl said plaintively, looking at Tang Yulan. Tang Yulan took a deep breath, feeling somewhat irritable due to the lack of contact with his family, and said indifferently, "Alright, show me." "No, it's okay. I'll just wait for the property management," the girl said, seeing Tang Yulan's fierce demeanor and not daring to let him into her home. However, as soon as she finished speaking, she realized that Tang Yulan had already entered the house, leaving her feeling utterly collapsed, as if she had invited a wolf into her home. The room was fresh and simple, with a faint fragrance in the air, and there was a lace thong on the sofa. The girl's face turned bright red when she noticed Tang Yulan's gaze. She then led Tang Yulan to the kitchen, pointing to the light bulb above and saying, "It's been broken for two days, and the property management hasn't dealt with it." Tang Yulan didn't speak, found a chair to stand on, and soon fixed it. "Thank you, I don't need anything else now. There are some cupcakes, would you like to try one?" The girl took out a delicately wrapped box from beside the electric oven. "Okay." Tang Yulan grabbed the cupcake. "My name is..." The girl wanted to introduce herself, but Tang Yulan left without looking back, holding the cupcake, stomping his foot angrily, and muttering, "Crazy!" After eating the cupcake, Tang Yulan's mood calmed down, and he felt ashamed for losing his temper at the girl, but he couldn't bring himself to go back and apologize. He lay down on the bed to rest for a while. The phone rang.

Thinking it was a call back from home, he got up in surprise. "Hello, is this Mr. Tang? I am Peng Jiandong, the chairman of Hengyu Company. You can just call me Brother Peng." "Huh?" Tang Yulan felt immensely disappointed. "Come to the company at 8:30 tomorrow morning to meet with the HR manager for an interview. He will arrange a suitable job for you, and if there's anything, we'll need your help too." After hanging up the phone, he remembered that his former superior had mentioned arranging a suitable job for him in Lingjiang City. With his abilities and connections, it wouldn't be a problem to enter either a corporate or government department. A chairman being polite to him wasn't anything special. After tidying up the room slightly, he stumbled upon a property deed in the drawer, which was actually in his name, and it matched his ID card. Tang Yulan was surprised. Considering the location and facilities of the apartment, as well as the square footage of the room, this one-hundred-and-forty-square-meter house would definitely be worth no less than eight hundred thousand yuan, and that was a conservative estimate. Damn, he was now wealthy, and he had become part of the homeowners' group. The gift from his former superior was too valuable. Could it be because of this Qi Caiyang? While lost in thought, he wanted to wash his face only to find that the room had no water or electricity. After paying the fees to the property management, Tang Yulan walked out the door with his head held high. "Hey, how did you get in here? Remember I warned you?" Old Fang grabbed Tang Yulan from behind, saying fiercely. "This is my home, and my name is on the property deed, Tang Yulan," Tang Yulan said with a smile, "Don't believe me? You can verify it with the authorities." "Kid, if you're playing tricks on me, you're dead."

Old Fang glanced threateningly at the electric baton at his waist and dialed the apartment management office. After a while, Old Fang looked at Tang Yulan with embarrassment and said with a wry smile, 'This... this, comrade, I'm... I'm sorry, I, you explain it earlier.' Tang Yulan didn't feel averse to the security guard; instead, he had a bit of respect for him. The soldier defends the country, while the security guard protects the home. There is no distinction of high or low, noble or humble between them. He smiled, took out a cigarette, and said, 'Sorry to have caused you trouble.' 'It's okay, it's okay,' Old Fang, fearing complaints, was sweating from his palms, but to his relief, it was a false alarm. Smoking the three-yuan Lushan cigarette, he suddenly slapped his thigh. This taste, it's really satisfying!