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"Stop, stop, stop. Wait a second before you start spouting all that nonsense!" Li Zhikong remained highly skeptical. What the hell did he mean, he was Bai Jinxiao? A man who had been dead for nearly twenty years had suddenly come back to life, and Li Zhikong's circumstances were unusual to begin with—what if this was some criminal ring with ulterior motives trying to pull something? He had long felt that the Rabbit Spirit lineage was far too wild and reckless. With so many smart people in the world, surely a few had noticed something was off and wanted to catch a live one, imprison him, dissect him... Anyway, that was how it always went in movies. His current situation was dangerous!

"Unless you prove that you really are Bai Jinxiao first..."

"Oh?" The man's voice carried a smile. "How do you want me to prove it?"

"Like this. You have WeChat, right? Let's add each other first. I need to see your face before anything else."

They quickly added each other on WeChat, and a video call came through. Li Zhikong craftily switched his end to the rear-facing camera. After all, the other party was the one being inspected. Wouldn't he be losing out if he showed his own face too?

"Hello~" The camera shook for a moment before stabilizing. A man who looked no older than thirty waved at him. "You can see me, right?"

Li Zhikong bit his lip and said nothing.

The man leaned closer to the camera in confusion. "What's going on? I should be doing this right, shouldn't I? Could there be a signal problem?"

"Okay, okay, I can see you. Stop moving around."

"But I can't see you."

"What beautiful dream are you having? We haven't even figured out whether you're real or fake, and you want to see me already?"

"Huh? You still won't believe me? I have a photo of you here. We look at least eighty percent alike, don't we?"

In truth, judging by their features alone, even eighty percent was an understatement. Looking at that man's face, one could picture exactly what Li Zhikong would look like twenty years later.

Their greatest difference was their temperament.

In Li Zhikong's imagination, if his immortal father had not died young, he would have become a top-tier pretty boy by middle age. Rabbit Spirits were beautiful, gentle, and harmless, the sort who made people want to cherish them at first sight—at least, that was how his birth mother had described him in her diary: He was like a hazy shaft of moonlight in a long, endless night, like a crystal-clear mountain spring, like a bird among the clouds, like a young deer in the woods...

Could you feel the intensity between those lines?

In any case, no matter how wildly he imagined it, a middle-aged Bai Jinxiao should not have looked like this: dressed in an outrageously expensive black suit, with dark, deep-set eyes, neatly slicked-back hair, and a... Tang saber peeking out from behind him against the wall?! How should he put it? He looked like an absolute big shot, the kind who called to mind the legendary Chinese godfather.

He looked even more like a villain than Young Master Lu!

"What's the use of looking alike? Who knows whether you had work done... But I have a way to verify whether you're real. Next, you have to answer three questions!"

The man shrugged helplessly. "You really are suspicious by nature. Fine, ask away."

"This isn't suspicion. It's caution!" Li Zhikong did not care what objections he had. Holding up one finger, he said, "First question. Listen carefully: which part of my mother's body had a heart-shaped mole?"

"...Do you think I could answer that? It's been so many years."

"Cut the crap. If you don't even have that much memory, it only proves you're an impostor."

Take Li Zhikong himself, for example. Even before awakening his Rabbit Spirit Bloodline, his mind had been exceptionally sharp. After awakening, it became even more formidable. As long as something had happened before, he could retrieve it directly from his memory. So if this man really was Bai Jinxiao, there was no way he could fail to answer.

"Fine, let me think. Heart-shaped mole... heart-shaped mole... Got it. Behind her left ear, right?"

Li Zhikong offered no judgment and raised another finger. "Second question. What day of the week was it when you first spoke to my mother?"

"...Wednesday."

"How many characters were in the first sentence you said?"

"...Fourteen. Wait, why do you know these details?"

Because she had written them all down in her diary!

Li Zhikong gave a humorless grin. "Fine, you pass. I didn't expect you to really still be alive. Looks like you've been living quite well, too..."

"What happened back then was very sudden—I assume you want to know?"

"I'm all ears."

Just as this Rabbit Spirit father and son began their "cordial talk" after their "long-awaited reunion," Young Master Lu, who was also on the other side of the ocean, made a difficult decision.

He could not remain passive any longer.

If he wanted to win the beauty, he had to use a few necessary tricks.

Author's Note:

There's an outbreak in my city. A ton of unexpected things happened, and I haven't had time to write. Please make do with this short little chapter, mwah~

Rabbit Spirits Could Actually Be This Sneaky?~

Lu Yuan's reason for coming to the United States... was complicated.

Naturally, the official explanation was impeccably proper: inspecting Lu Corporation's overseas branches, strengthening ties with business partners, and witnessing a major acquisition that concerned the group's future direction...

Not many people enjoyed reading serious financial news anyway, so the tabloids summed it up like this: Lu Corporation's crown prince arrives in the United States; his philandering claws are about to reach for blonde foreign beauties!

Young Master Lu: Screw you.

Ms. Wang, his mother who had accompanied him, was furious. "Those paparazzi must have taken money from those bitches! They watch you every day just to smear you! No, I can't take this anymore. Lu Corporation's lawyers aren't paid to sit around doing nothing. Tell them to send lawyer's letters to every paparazzo spreading rumors!"

Wearing enormous black sunglasses, Lu Yuan looked like an emotionless assassin. "Forget it. They're just flies buzzing around. Paying attention to them only gives them face. If you have nothing better to do, why not plan your trip properly? Didn't you arrange a road trip across the United States with your girlfriends this time?"

Why send lawyer's letters? What if it scared those people into not daring to talk anymore? Young Master Lu was even considering hiring online commenters if necessary, making sure everyone got a full three-hundred-and-sixty-degree report that he had gone to the United States, that he was surrounded by beautiful women, and that men and women hoping to hook a rich catch kept coming at him wave after wave... So, you little lecherous rabbit, you'd better wise up! He had to declare his claim as soon as possible. He absolutely could not let some other little temptress take advantage!