Chapter 80: Do You Still Remember the Fairy Maiden by the Shores of Daming Lake?-A Lone Hero Song Uncovers a Major Wa State Case(The jug is empty; not a drop of wine remains.)

Inside the hospital in Spring City, Yang Mengke and Long Linger lay side by side on the bed. Yang Mengke, overwhelmed by fright, had fallen asleep clutching Su Bai’s hand.

Su Bai spoke softly, “Long Linger, thank you! Without you, I dare not imagine what might have happened.”

Long Linger waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, please, I didn’t do it for you. I did it for Xiao Ke—she’s my sister.”

She paused, then continued with a curious tone, “Hey, Su Bai, are you a singer or a special forces soldier? How are you so skilled? You’re better than any soldier I’ve seen! Are you some kind of king of soldiers?”

King of soldiers? The phrase stirred deep memories in Su Bai. In a previous life, on that place called Earth, he truly was a king among soldiers. But in this life, he returned as nothing more than an ordinary man. Despite attempting countless methods to train himself, none of the techniques from his former life seemed to work here. Years passed without progress, and gradually Su Bai gave up training, settling into the life of a regular person.

He had never expected that Yang Mengke, upon entering the entertainment industry, would become a target simply because she was coveted by others. In their struggle to resist, Yang Mengke and Su Bai accidentally uncovered a shocking secret. Even though Yang Mengke insisted she had no idea what the so-called X Plan was, their adversaries were adamant she had overheard their secrets and sought to silence her.

Perhaps acting on the principle of “better to err on the side of killing than letting anyone slip away,” Yang Mengke fell victim to their cruelty. Yet fate was not done with her; she met Su Bai, who gambled everything he had to save her.

At last, after Su Bai had exhausted all his assets, Yang Mengke was saved. Though her recovery had nothing to do with his lost fortune and was instead thanks to the system’s medicine, his sacrifices were not in vain. Without Su Bai risking both companies’ entire wealth, Yang Mengke’s severe burns could never have been sustained for more than a year.

Over that year, their enemies relentlessly pressured the two companies from outside, and Su Bai constantly drew money from them. It wasn’t long before the companies collapsed. During this time, their adversaries realized Yang Mengke probably had no knowledge of their scheme; she was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time. Even if she had heard anything, it was only fragments.

Still, guided by their ruthless principle, when they learned Yang Mengke survived, they came again to kill. In their eyes, some people should never have been saved; they were doomed.

Watching Su Bai fall silent, lost in reminiscence, Long Linger couldn’t help but ask again, “Have your martial arts reached the level of a martial artist?”

Martial artist? He truly didn’t know. The system hadn’t precisely defined his skills—it had only called them master-level. Seeing Su Bai’s confusion, Long Linger asked, “You don’t know about martial artists?”

Su Bai shook his head once more.

“In real life, there are still ancient sects, like Wudang and some temples,” Long Linger explained. “They have hidden martial artists. Martial artists are divided into four levels: martial artist, martial master, grandmaster, and sect master. Sects masters are probably the peak of martial arts in this world. I saw you turn stones into hidden weapons—that’s a unique skill only martial artists possess. Martial artists have the inner energy described in novels.”

Her explanation opened a new door for Su Bai. So, this world harbored such profound abilities? Su Bai shook his head, “I don’t think I am one, nor do I have the inner energy you mention. I was simply agitated and threw the stone with force, nothing more.”

Long Linger looked at him with disdain, “Fine, don’t say it then. Who cares to listen?” She turned away, refusing to look at Su Bai again. To her, Su Bai was insincere; she had been so candid, yet he still feigned ignorance. He was simply unreasonable.

If only Su Bai knew, he would protest his innocence—he truly didn’t know.

Yang Mengke stirred awake, turning to Long Linger beside her. “Sister Linger, thank you!”

“What’s there to thank? Didn’t I promise to protect you from the start?”

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While the two were talking, Su Bai stepped out into the corridor. As he emerged, Wang Yan immediately hurried over.

“President Su, I—”

Su Bai waved his hand, “Enough, let’s not mention it. When you were in the capital, did you notice anyone following you?”

Wang Yan tried to recall, then shook his head firmly.

He analyzed, “While in the capital, Miss Yang’s movements were mostly near the CCTV building. No one would dare cause trouble there.”

Hearing Wang Yan’s analysis, Su Bai suddenly slapped his thigh. He had forgotten—in the political and economic center of the capital, no one would dare act recklessly, no matter how bold. The hidden security there must be the strongest. With Yang Mengke there, she should be safe from those threats, at least for now.

With this realization, Su Bai’s anxious heart relaxed slightly. Nevertheless, he knew that the best way to eliminate danger was to remove the root cause.

After a brief rest in Spring City Hospital, Yang Mengke and Long Linger returned to the capital. A few days later, Su Bai would follow, as the promotional song for the Forbidden City’s cultural campaign was about to be filmed.

At that moment, a powerful video quietly spread across the internet.

#Do you remember the fairy maiden by Daming Lake#

Three consecutive posts stunned everyone! What was this trend? Who was the fairy maiden by Daming Lake?

When people opened the first video, they saw Su Bai singing “Fairy Maiden” by the lake. At the end of the video appeared the original fairy maiden—Yang Mengke.

Viewers exclaimed, “Wow, finally she appeared in person!”

“It’s our God Su, so charming!”

“So many people called out, but none could bring her forth—Su Bai called once, and she came!”

“The atmosphere is incredible!”

But when they opened the second video, they saw a pale green dress fluttering in the wind, two slender legs dancing above the rippling water, exuding enchanting grace. As she slowly turned around, the world seemed to contain nothing but purity and ethereal beauty.

With a gentle smile, even the lotus flowers in Daming Lake lost their color.

That year, that summer, those lotus blossoms, and that innocent smile—together, they dazzled the entire season.