“Well, Miss Liu sure is living the high life these days, isn’t she? Dating, strolling, indulging in little romantic moments—looks like you’re about to tie the knot and settle down soon. Talk about a total success in life! So what’s all the hardship our young master went through compared to that? Was he just unlucky, or did he really have to endure so much pain and suffering for nothing?”

Just as Liu Qingqing pressed her lips against Zhang Yang’s, not far away, in a car hidden in the shade of the trees, Gang Zi glanced over from inside through the window and let out a cold laugh.

He tapped his fingers lightly a few times, and the chill in his eyes gradually coalesced into a thin veil of frost.

Then, glancing at the young man who had just gotten into the backseat via the rearview mirror, he said, “Xiao Lin Zi, go on—pay a little visit to our composed Miss Liu. Remember, be gentle this time; don’t scare her half to death.”

As he spoke, he added with another cold grin, “If she dies of fright right off the bat, it won’t be any fun at all. How are we supposed to keep messing with her after that?”

“Got it, Brother Gang.”

The young man called Xiao Lin Zi nodded softly, immediately opened the car door, stepped out, and walked steadily toward Liu Qingqing and Zhang Yang.

But before he’d taken even two steps, Gang Zi called out, “Show some presence—your gaze, your demeanor. How were you taught to carry yourself normally? And how have you been observing and learning? Our young master isn’t someone who’d act like a wimp like you.”

Xiao Lin Zi gave an embarrassed smile and nodded, instantly snapping to attention. With his carefully applied, polished façade, under the dim light of the night, he looked almost like the real thing—completely undetectable.

Only then did Gang Zi nod in satisfaction, signaling with two fingers as if motioning for the man to move forward.

The unnamed male operative obediently turned and headed ahead.

Before long, the young man—who had deliberately circled around to approach from the opposite side of the car—was already standing beside the sticky, intimate duo of Liu Qingqing and Zhang Yang.

At first, he simply kept walking straight ahead, dutifully minding his own business.

No one would’ve paid him much attention anyway.

And the couple, completely absorbed in each other, certainly wouldn’t have noticed him either.

But when he passed by Liu Qingqing, the young man suddenly turned his head and stared at her without blinking, as if they were old acquaintances.

As he gazed, the color of his eyes quietly shifted—from their usual clear, crystalline hue to a faint tinge of scarlet. Then, like dye dropped into water, that red slowly spread throughout the liquid, gradually filling the entire pool.

Liu Qingqing had been flirting playfully with Zhang Yang over there and hadn’t noticed the man who’d suddenly appeared.

It wasn’t until he turned to look at her that she finally took notice—and this time, she saw him more clearly than ever before. Her heart skipped a beat, and she could hardly believe her eyes.

This…

This…

This person really is exactly like him!

It’s not just a resemblance—it’s identical: the same face, the same build, the same aura, even the very same look in the eyes, as if carved from the same mold.

But… how could such a coincidence possibly exist in this world?

He’s clearly already dead!

Completely, utterly dead.

There isn’t even a single intact body left—just a puddle of blood and flesh, mere scraps and fragments. How could he possibly show up here now?

Could it be…

Is it…

A ghost?!

The moment that thought crossed her mind, Liu Qingqing’s heart surged with turmoil.

End of Chapter 208: Counterattack 135