When Liu Hui revealed that his dream had been invaded, Wen Xing’s face instantly paled, and he blurted out, "How did you know?" Liu Hui chuckled, "Because I am Liu Hui, that's how I knew." Wen Xing’s expression shifted, and he immediately leaped downward, intending to plunge into the seawater below to escape Liu Hui’s dreamscape. Liu Hui merely smiled and said, "In my dream, I am a god. If I won't let you escape, you cannot escape." The instant Liu Hui finished speaking, the endless ocean surrounding him vanished.

The Hong Kong city below reappeared, intact and undamaged, bustling with traffic and unparalleled prosperity, as if the meteor strike had never happened. Thus, Wen Xing plummeted onto the newly exposed rocks below, the pain almost killing him. Liu Hui smiled faintly.

A white cloud materialized beneath his feet, lifting him down the mountain before hovering in front of Wen Xing. Liu Hui laughed, "Wen Xing, that didn't feel good, did it? Want to try it again?" Suppressing his pain, Wen Xing spat out hatefully, "It’s a pity.

We spent so long planning, designing this perfect apocalypse scenario, even researching human emotional responses during doomsday. This plan was flawless; it should have succeeded. I don't know where things went wrong, because by all rational deduction, you shouldn't have been able to detect our presence." Liu Hui grinned, "The crucial point is that I have detected your presence now, so your scheme will fail.

Moreover, you are currently in my grasp, entirely at my mercy. I advise you to cooperate willingly, or you are going to suffer." Just as Wen Xing struggled to his feet, a full-steel cage suddenly materialized before him, locking him inside. Suddenly, Wen Xing let out a strange laugh, "Liu Hui, do you think you’ve actually contained me?

Our Dream Theft collective has operated globally for years, and we’ve never failed, nor do we have any precedent for capture. You will be no exception." Liu Hui laughed back, "That’s because those people didn’t realize their dreams were being breached. Otherwise, none of you would have gotten away.

This feeling of knowing you are dreaming is quite something; I can manifest anything I conceive. It’s just a shame I didn't realize your plot sooner; otherwise, that young couple and the old man wouldn't have slipped away." Wen Xing chuckled, "You might be better at business, but when it comes to dreams, I surpass you. In dream interpretation, I am the expert.

An amateur like you could never grasp the true essence of a dream. Remember this: I will find you again. Farewell!" With a loud cry, Wen Xing’s form began to blur and fade within the steel cage, then he vanished.

Liu Hui was startled. He had always assumed that within his own dream, he commanded everything, but he hadn't anticipated that the Dream Theft squad possessed a hidden trump card. He had actually escaped from his dream.

A jolt went through Liu Hui, and he instantly woke up, finding himself lying in bed, specifically in the small room of the Presidential Suite at the Shangri-La Hotel. It was already late into the night; Hu Xian'er and his mother in the main room were fast asleep. Liu Hui immediately grabbed the phone, instructing the security personnel waiting outside to search the vicinity of his room, simultaneously calling for reinforcements to surround the entire Shangri-La Hotel, ensuring no suspicious individuals slipped away.

The security team immediately sprang into action, sweeping the neighboring rooms. As Liu Hui calmed down, he realized with a sudden shock that he could no longer recall Wen Xing's appearance. He strained to remember, but he couldn't pin down Wen Xing’s exact features.

All he retained was a sense of familiarity, as if he had encountered this person somewhere before. However, Liu Hui was certain this familiarity wasn't due to Wen Xing being an employee of his company; it was a deeply unsettling, dangerous kind of familiarity. It seemed Wen Xing hadn't been bluffing; their Dream Theft group was genuinely powerful enough to erase the impression they left in his mind.

Back in the dream, the Dream Theft squad had deployed Wen Xing, an old man, and the young couple sequentially. They staged the performance of revealing secrets, culminating in Wen Xing’s final strike under the guise of the impending apocalypse, nearly convincing Liu Hui to divulge his secrets. Fortunately, Liu Hui suddenly thought of contacting Little Black, intending to startle Wen Xing.

Their connection had reached an unbelievable level: a mere thought from Liu Hui in the dream instantly transmitted to Little Black in the real world, who felt the summons and immediately projected his consciousness over. Within Little Black’s consciousness, Liu Hui sensed something was amiss. This prompted him to verify with Little Black, discovering that no meteor strike had actually occurred.

Only then did he realize he was dreaming, and the Wen Xing trying to trick him into revealing secrets was the intruder. Thus, Liu Hui exposed Wen Xing's plot, hoping to extract information about the mastermind. Nevertheless, Wen Xing proved to be the superior strategist, managing a successful escape at the critical moment.

Though unsure how they breached his dream, Liu Hui knew they couldn't be far away, as proximity was necessary for such an intrusion. Hence, he ordered the security personnel to sweep the guest rooms surrounding him, keeping only two guards outside the door. He himself remained in the Presidential Suite, fearing a diversionary tactic that might endanger his mother and his beloved.

The enemy tonight was formidable, and their intelligence disturbingly timely. As soon as Liu Hui left the Starry Sky Group headquarters and checked into the hotel, he was targeted, and the Dream Theft squad was dispatched to steal his secrets. Caution was paramount; there was no need to take risks now.

Soon, the Starry Sky Group security team swept all rooms near Liu Hui, eventually discovering anomalies in a guest room directly below the Presidential Suite. According to the security report, they found strange drug powders and scattered small pieces of equipment in that room, which was in considerable disarray—clearly the Dream Theft group’s temporary base. Because Liu Hui had seen through their ploy, they executed a hasty retreat, leaving behind numerous clues in their rush.

The support security personnel from Starry Sky Security Corporation arrived shortly after, rushing to blockade the main exits of the Shangri-La Hotel and discreetly monitoring all outgoing traffic for suspicious individuals. Regrettably, they were clearly too late; very few people were entering or leaving the hotel at that hour, and none of them appeared suspicious. The Starry Sky Group security team’s forceful door-kicking throughout the hotel drew the attention of the hotel management.

They sent personnel to negotiate with the Starry Sky security team, but under the security team’s stern demands, the Shangri-La management relented. After placating the guests disturbed by the search, the management escorted the security personnel to the surveillance room to review the footage. Despite their caution, the security search ultimately woke up his mother and Hu Xian’er in the main room.

They emerged confused, and his mother asked, "Son, what’s happening outside? Why is it so noisy?" A thought struck Liu Hui, and he feigned a worried frown, "Mom, someone targeted me. They tried to deal with me just now, but my bodyguards spotted them, and they fled.

It's very unsafe here right now." Hearing this, his mother grew extremely anxious. "Then why are you still here? Shouldn't you hurry home?" Liu Hui looked distressed.

"But Mom, you’re still in the hotel. How can I leave you alone? I must stay here with you, even if it means getting killed." Hu Xian'er understood the implication in his words and couldn't help but shoot him a sideways glance; Liu Hui immediately made a silly face back.

His mother considered it, then said, "Then let's all go home together. Your status is too significant now to risk even a slight misstep." Liu Hui was overjoyed. "Does that mean once we get home, we won't leave again?" His mother tapped him lightly.

"You rascal, I’m your mother; I know exactly what you’re thinking. But you’ll understand the answer once we get back." With apprehension mixed with relief, Liu Hui returned with his mother and Hu Xian’er to his home at the Starry Sky Group headquarters. They stood before their own front door.

His mother took a deep breath, then opened it and stepped inside. The lights were still on inside. Liu Decheng and Chen Shaokang were both awake, their eyes red as they glared at each other from opposite ends of a table.

Chen Lang was asleep on the sofa, and Mei Peng watched the two men blearily. Two security personnel also sat nearby, closely monitoring the glaring pair. As Liu Hui and the women entered, everyone in the room turned to look.

Upon seeing Liu Hui’s mother return, both men immediately stood up. One cried out, "Wife," and the other, "Nana." His mother nodded, walked directly to the central sofa, and gestured to the sofa opposite her. "You two sit down too.

I have something to say." The two men sat nervously opposite her, unsure of what she would say. Chen Lang woke up then, looking at the scene, completely lost. Mei Peng shrugged helplessly towards Liu Hui, signaling he couldn’t manage the situation.

Liu Hui waved his hand, and the two security guards understood immediately, quietly exiting and gently closing the door. His mother began, "I am very happy today, because I have met the son I lost for many years, and I have also met the love of my life from before." Chen Shaokang, quick-witted, immediately addressed Chen Lang, "Silly son, what are you waiting for? Come and call your mother." Chen Lang stood up and called out "Mom" next to his mother’s side.

His mother looked at Chen Lang, her eyes slightly moist. She nodded, "Lang Zi, you’ve grown so tall. I used to imagine what you’d look like when you grew up in my dreams, and you look exactly as I pictured." Chen Lang grew emotional and called out "Mom" again.

Chen Shaokang smiled, "Nana, after being separated for so many years, our family is finally reunited. This is truly a joyous occasion." Liu Decheng, standing nearby, felt a pang of anxiety as his mother and Chen Shaokang seemed to align their sentiments. He started to rise but was immediately signaled down by a look from Liu Hui.

He sat back down uneasily, trying to guess his wife’s intentions. His mother continued, "After I parted ways with you back then, I was utterly heartbroken and wandered everywhere alone. I even fell gravely ill and nearly died.

It was Decheng who saved me then." Chen Shaokang stated, "I am grateful to him too, but his service was one of saving your life; it has nothing to do with love. You love me, don't you?" His mother nodded, "Decheng saved me; that was indeed a debt of life, not love. So, even after marrying him, I didn't feel much affection for him.

But after thirty-odd years, as I grew accustomed to his presence and recalled the moments we shared, I realized that the feeling between us had slowly transformed from gratitude into affection. Decheng has many flaws and little education—things I found hard to tolerate before—but recently, I feel I can no longer live without him." Chen Shaokang felt a chill. He quickly said, "Nana, I know you are a kind person, so you treated him well, mistaking gratitude for love.

But can’t you think of me and Lang Zi? We also cannot live without you, and we have waited over thirty years for this moment!" Liu Decheng, hearing his wife’s words and recalling their years of mutual reliance, was genuinely moved, tears welling in his eyes. His mother shook her head.

"Shaokang, I am truly sorry, but I cannot leave with you. My home is here. My lover is here, and my children are here.

And soon, there will be a daughter-in-law and grandchildren." Liu Decheng was ecstatic. He stood up, sat beside his wife, and looked at her emotionally. Chen Shaokang seemed unable to believe what he heard.

He said loudly, "Nana, you are deceiving me. If you truly didn't love me anymore, you wouldn't have run away during the day. I get it; you are afraid of hurting him.

But you’ve been with him for so many years, and you even bore him such an outstanding son—that son is now the richest man in the world. You owe him nothing more. You should come with us now.

We have a son too, and we will have a daughter-in-law and grandchildren in the future." His mother shook her head. "The reason I left today was that everything happened too suddenly; I wasn't prepared mentally. But after adjusting for half the night, I’ve realized who the man I love is.

So, I am very sorry..." Liu Decheng trembled with happiness. He took his wife’s hand, managing only a single word, "Wife," unable to say more. Chen Shaokang’s voice trembled, "Nana, this is impossible.

You love me; I can feel it. How could you possibly continue living with him?" Liu Hui was overjoyed that his mother had chosen his father. He smiled, "Mr.

Chen, my mother and you belong to two different worlds. Since she has chosen my father, I suggest you both depart." Chen Shaokang glanced at Liu Hui, then at Liu Decheng sitting beside his wife. A wave of despair washed over him, and he slumped back onto the sofa.

Chen Lang started in alarm and rushed over to check on Chen Shaokang’s condition. His mother said, "Shaokang, I’m sorry." Chen Shaokang gave a bitter smile. "Nana, you haven't wronged us; we wronged you.

After we moved to America, focusing our main energy on expanding the business meant our search for you domestically wasn't as intense as it should have been, so we couldn't find you in time. While we were living large in America, you were suffering alone back here." Chen Lang looked at his father, then glanced back at his mother. "Mom, you really won't come with us?" His mother smiled.

"Son, this is my home. Where else would I go? I won't go with you, but if you miss me, you can certainly come visit!" Chen Shaokang's eyes brightened, and he instantly composed himself.

He stood up and addressed his wife. "Nana, since that is your decision, we won't impose any longer. My son and I will leave now; we will be in touch." Seeing Chen Shaokang suddenly accept the situation, everyone in the room, except for Chen Shaokang and his son, breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Liu Decheng, fearing they might change their minds, called out loudly, "Have a safe trip! We won't see you off!" Chen Shaokang cast one long look at his wife before taking the somewhat reluctant Chen Lang and leaving Liu Hui’s residence. Downstairs, Chen Lang asked his father, "Dad, why did you leave so suddenly?

What about Mom?" Chen Shaokang paused in thought and said to Chen Lang, "We were too hasty today, so your mother couldn't process things immediately and return with us. But don't worry; we will plan properly now. I am certain your mother will eventually return to our side." Chen Lang countered, "I thought Mom seemed quite affectionate towards Liu Hui’s father.

That might make things difficult, don't you think?" Chen Shaokang laughed. "Difficult things are precisely what give a sense of accomplishment! This battle of love between me and Liu Decheng will be long-term; it won't stop until I die." Chen Lang looked hesitant.

"But that Liu Hui seems far from simple. Achieving our goal might be tough." Chen Shaokang roared in anger and slapped his son hard. "It’s all your fault, you prodigal son, being this old and not married!

You are both her sons, so why is he so successful while you are such a wastrel? Is it possible that my genes are simply inferior to Liu Decheng’s?" Chen Lang dared not speak, fearing another blow from Chen Shaokang. Chen Shaokang’s eyes suddenly lit up.

He said to Chen Lang, "Liu Hui is getting married soon; that’s why your mother hasn't left their household. If you had a wife and children, perhaps your mother would be more inclined to join us? That would significantly increase our chances of success.

When you go back, find yourself a daughter-in-law immediately, and have a child quickly. Add an important bargaining chip to your old man’s fight for love." Putting aside the scheming of the Chen father and son beneath Liu Hui’s building regarding their battle for love, inside Liu Hui’s home, Liu Decheng was already dancing with joy. He knew his wife’s past well and had always worried that the arrival of that exceptional man might snatch his wife away.

Today, that man had appeared, but the ultimate victor was himself, finally allowing him to put down the heavy stone weighing on his heart. After the Chen father and son left, his mother quickly sent Mei Peng away. Mei Peng, sensing the complex situation and fearing collateral damage, was happy to flee quickly while he had the chance.

Once all non-essential personnel had departed, his mother’s demeanor instantly changed. She let out a sharp roar, "Liu Decheng!" His father started, instinctively replying, "Yes?" His mother spoke with fury, "You scoundrel, Liu Decheng! You’ve grown bold enough to hit people in this very room!" His father immediately forced a smile until his face nearly split.

"It was only because I feared someone would take you away! I acted rashly, impulsively—surely you can understand that? Who told you I love you so much?" His father's love having found a competitor suddenly made him feel vulnerable.

Although he had won this small skirmish for now, he couldn't guarantee Chen Shaokang wouldn't reappear. Under this critical pressure, he surprisingly displayed a rarely seen talent for honeyed words. His mother roared in anger, "Even so, you shouldn't resort to violence!

Don't you trust me after all these years living together?" His father laughed, "That’s called panic born of concern. Since I am personally invested, a little over-the-top behavior should be understandable!" His mother coldly sneered, "I saw you throwing those punches earlier; you clearly enjoyed yourself! You completely forgot all the lessons I’ve taught you over the years.

Today, I’m going to make sure you remember." Seeing his wife walking towards him, his father felt a chill down his spine. He whimpered weakly, "Wife, no! Please don't, there are children here!" His mother paid him no mind.

She grabbed his ear and dragged him toward her room, shutting the door behind them, followed by a piercing, agonizing scream from his father. Liu Hui and Hu Xian’er exchanged glances. The scene completely overturned their prior perception of his mother and father.

Ever since Chen Shaokang’s appearance, his parents seemed like different people. Ignoring his father’s horrific screams, the two went into Liu Hui’s room. Hu Xian’er sat in a chair and asked, "Water Buffalo, what are your thoughts on today's events?"

Liu Hui chuckled, "A complete victory then. I didn't expect Old Man and Old Madam to have such a good relationship after all this time."

Hu Xian'er smiled slyly, "Doesn't this scene look a little familiar to you?"

Liu Hui froze for a moment, asking, "Familiar? Where have I seen this before?"

Hu Xian'er explained, "Try putting yourself in the shoes of the other person. If, many years from now, Liang Jingyue suddenly reappeared and wanted to be with you, wouldn't the situation be exactly like this? The only difference is that the story's focus shifts from two men vying for one woman to two women fighting over one man."

At this moment, Liu Hui dared not be vague in the slightest; he immediately declared his resolve, leaving Hu Xian'er absolutely no excuse to fly into a rage. It seemed not only his father was facing a battle for love, but he himself was caught in the crosshairs of romantic rivalry. Thus, he declared with deep affection, "Xian'er, rest assured. Our bond spans centuries and can withstand the test of time. I will never betray you. If that situation you described ever actually materialized, I would unequivocally choose to be with you."