She Forgot, but I Didn't

"The leftovers?"

Mariko straightened her back and raised her chin, perfectly embodying the elegant demeanor of a Japan Japanese heiress.

"Logan- san, do you remember?"

She took a half step forward and spoke in a soft, Japanese-accented Chinese: "Back in Kyoto, you fought your way from the docks to the back of the Shinto shrine, surrounded by more than thirty people. You snatched me back from the Silver Samurai."

"That night you were covered in blood, and you carried me for seven kilometers along the mountain path without saying a word."

"My father wanted to cut off your hand, so I knelt at the door and begged him all night."

She looked at Logan, her eyes welling up with tears at just the right moment. "You haven't forgotten all of this, have you?"

Every word and phrase was a declaration of sovereignty; translated, it boils down to one sentence: I am the woman he cherishes most, and who do you think you are?

Logan sandwiched in the middle, sweat streaming down his neck.

He opened his mouth to explain, but Mariko's glare silenced him. After stammering for a while, he finally managed to utter two words: "That..."

"It's all over, it's all over."

Seeing this, Sing Sing grabbed Saeko Busujima with one hand and Yukio with the other, dragging them back three meters.

After stopping, he flipped his wrist and, as if by magic, pulled a handful of caramelized melon seeds from his pocket and stuffed them into the hands of the two girls.

"Come on, come on, front row VIP seats with the best viewing experience! Plenty of sunflower seeds, and the ticket price for this immersive theater is on my tab!"

A Le, sporting a messy hairstyle, sidled up from the side, pointing ahead with a bewildered expression. "Wait, Ah Qi, are we just going to stand here and watch? Aren't we going to break up the fight?"

"Nonsense, in a battle of gods like this, the two of us wouldn't even be cannon fodder, at best we'd just be there to add some atmosphere."

Saeko Busujima muttered to herself, "Master, that woman... has such a powerful aura."

"Of course, she's a professional palace intrigue player."

Sing Sing spat out a mouthful of sunflower seed shells.

"We're just amateur bystanders, don't get involved, or you'll get covered in blood."

On the field, seeing that Logan couldn't say anything for a long time, Mariko rolled her eyes, changed the track, and walked gracefully to Daken.

"Ming Palace, do you still remember me?" She bowed slightly. "No, now I should call you Daken."

"Your father's affairs are my affairs. The Yashida family still has some influence in Japan. If you don't want to stay in China, I can arrange your future."

Daken was completely dumbfounded.

The boy scratched his messy hair, looked at his father's constipated expression, and then at the woman in front of him who exuded the aura of a wealthy woman. He didn't dare to utter a single word.

"Holy crap!"

A Le whispered in Sing Sing's ear, "This woman's skills are too high. She won without shedding a drop of blood! First, she used her old relationship to pressure Old Jin, then she used her family fortune to take in his son. Old Jin is completely under her thumb. Silver Fox is in trouble this time."

"What's so suspenseful?" Sing Sing spat out a sunflower seed shell. "Just you wait and see, Master Fox is about to unleash his ultimate move."

Before he could finish speaking, Silver Fox suddenly chuckled.

"Are you done talking?"

She took a step forward. "You say he killed someone for you, bled for you, and walked seven kilometers of mountain road for you. Then let me ask you, what have you done for him?"

"Your father wanted to cut off his hand, and you knelt and begged all night. It sounds touching, but what was the result? He was still kicked out of your family and went back to Canada alone!"

"I..." Mariko was about to speak.

"What kind of lover have you found?"

Silver Fox emphasized each word.

"You've found an obedient house dog! One that can fight, can withstand attacks, and can act as a guardian for your family!"

Can you stand him?

She pressed on, "He has nightmares in the middle of the night that he can tear down half a house with his bare hands, and he smells of blood all over him even after eight baths. Can your old men and women in kimonos stand this?"

Silver Fox casually took off the coat from his shoulder and quickly tied it around his waist.

"I don't care who I was before, and I don't care what kind of bullshit relationship I had with him before."

"But now, nobody can make decisions for me! And it's none of your business to try and draw lines for me!"

Saeko Busujima's eyes lit up, and she turned to whisper to Yukio, "This older sister is so cool."

Yukio rolled her eyes, her expression clearly saying: We're the Japan folks! How could you betray us so easily!

"Master Fox is awesome!"

Sing Sing applauded wildly in his heart, "This is what you call breaking the ceiling of female competition!"

They just overturned the pool and the table!

The whispers of the onlookers were completely out of control; Silver Fox's words had brought the tension to a fever pitch.

Mariko finally couldn't hold back anymore.

When it comes to killing, she's no match for Silver Fox's finger, but when it comes to stabbing someone in the lungs, this Japan tycoon's daughter is no pushover.

"That's not up to you. He knows best who he truly cares about."

Silver Fox ignored this nonsense, and with a flick of his thumb, the short sword was drawn from its sheath.

Sweat dripped from Wolverine's forehead as he stretched out his large, calloused, hairy hands.

"Shut up, all of you! Come with me!"

With his left hand, he clamped down on Mariko's slender arm, and with his right hand, he gripped Silver Fox's wrist, which was holding the knife.

He didn't care about the two women's attitude at all. He dragged them around like two bags of rice and turned to walk out of the playground.

Before leaving, Wolverine suddenly stopped and turned back to glare hatefully at Sing Sing and A Le.

The daggers flying from their eyes could slice those two frenemy friends into mutton rolls on the spot!

Sing Sing shrank his neck and casually stuffed the remaining half handful of sunflower seeds into A Le's arms.

"What are you looking at? He's glaring at you. You're the one who caused this trouble, you're the one who brought this person here. I won't be responsible if Old Goldhead scratches you with his claws later!"

A Le, clutching a handful of sunflower seeds, cried out with a wronged expression, "What does this have to do with me! This job wasn't something I wanted to do; it was all assigned by my superiors! How unfair is this to me!"

Just as these two clowns were shifting blame to each other, a tall figure quietly approached.

Daken watched his father walk away with two stunningly beautiful women on either side of him, his face contorted with extreme complexity.

"Director Zhou..."

Daken pointed shakily in that direction. "Tell me the truth. Is this kind of thing my dad does... his usual practice?"

Sing Sing chuckled twice and patted the kid on the shoulder.

"Well, how should I put it? Your dad may seem rough and uncouth like a savage most of the time, but in certain areas, he's a master."

"Just do the math! He lived to be over a hundred years old. In those hundred years, how many countries did he travel to, how many beautiful girls did he save? If all his romantic escapades were compiled and printed into a book, it would be thicker than Xinhua Dictionary!"

Daken grimaced at the sight, completely unable to reconcile his father, the Beast drill instructor who tormented them with military training every day, with the image of a Casanova.

"So how many stepmothers do I actually have?"

"You really want to know?" Sing Sing raised an eyebrow.

Daken nodded repeatedly, looking utterly dejected.

"Since I'm tracing my roots, I need to sort out my family tree first, right?"