The Attacker No, That's Not Gu Yan

"Honored guests and members of the press, as the newly appointed head of the Gu Family, I sincerely thank you all for being here today."

"Gu Corporation has always been the pride of our family. As its new leader, I will continue to uphold this legacy and responsibility!"

"I will ensure our company not only maintains its leading position in the market but also remains a model of social responsibility."

".................."

"........."

"I am fully aware that without an exceptional team, Gu Corporation would not be where it is today."

"During my tenure, I will wholeheartedly support our outstanding team, enhancing both leadership and execution."

"At the same time, we will attract the finest talent from around the world to jointly write a new chapter for Gu Corporation."

"My father once said that the Gu Family must not only inherit the past but also dare to innovate."

"I will keep this teaching close to heart, ensuring Gu Corporation stays true to its roots while embracing change to adapt to this rapidly evolving world."

"Today, I stand here not just as the head of the Gu Family but also as a companion and partner to the millions of Gu Corporation employees and collaborators."

"Our future is filled with challenges, but I firmly believe that as long as we stand united, no difficulty is insurmountable!"

"Thank you all."

Clap clap clap clap—!!!

The press conference venue erupted with thunderous applause.

Gu Yan, exuding calm and confidence, stepped away from the podium with steady strides.

Backstage.

"Tch."

The smile faded from Gu Yan's face as he slumped onto the sofa, looking exasperated.

The paperwork had been signed in the morning, and the press conference was held in the afternoon.

Seriously, old man... you really set up the whole package for me, huh?

What’s the rush? Why are you in such a hurry to pass the family business to me?

"Young Master, the Lord invited media outlets from all over the world."

"Without a doubt, you’ll be trending globally by tomorrow."

Old Gao smiled as he spoke.

Now, the entire world would know that Gu Yan had become the head of the Gu Family.

Gu Yan nodded. "Seems like my father had this grand spectacle planned all along, just waiting for me to sign."

But all talk aside—

Becoming the head of the Gu Family brought Gu Yan nothing but benefits.

After all... he’d have access to even more resources now.

Add to that the upcoming civilian martial arts group.

Heh. Interesting.

Just then—

Buzz buzz buzz~!

Gu Yan’s phone rang.

He answered.

Immediately, Leng Ling'er’s excited voice burst through: "Brother-in-law! You’re the head of the Gu Family now!"

"This is amazing! I can be a rich second-generation heiress now!!"

Gu Yan held the phone slightly away from his ear, sighing. "Hold on, since when weren’t you a rich second-gen?"

"Hehe, it’s not the same!"

"You little rascal, shouldn’t you be visiting your dear friend?"

"You mean Qiong Lan? She was discharged this morning. Oh, and are you free later? Do you wanna come see Sister?"

"Sister says she misses you."

As soon as the words left her mouth—

A softer voice chimed in from the side.

"Ling'er, don’t drag me into this..."

Ling'er coughed lightly. "Well, Brother-in-law, if you’re busy, I’ll just hang up now..."

Gu Yan wasn’t about to let that happen.

"Hey! Wait!" he called out.

The moment he heard Leng Qingqiu’s voice, his body instantly had a "Qingqiu reaction."

He couldn’t quite explain what it was, but Gu Yan knew—whenever Qingqiu was involved, everything else faded from his mind.

"I’ll be right there," he said firmly before hanging up.

Turning to Old Gao, he instructed, "Change of plans. Forget Hope Light Academy. Take me to the Leng Family."

"Wait, no—"

Gu Yan paused, muttering to himself, "Today’s Luo Ya’s first official day as principal, and You Xingxue and Mei Xue are starting as new instructors."

A thought seemed to strike him, and he patted Old Gao’s shoulder.

"Here’s the plan—you take me to the Leng Family, then you go to Hope Light Academy in my place."

"Perfect!"

Old Gao: "......But Young Master... Shouldn’t you attend such an important event yourself?"

Hearing this, Gu Yan had to set the record straight.

"No, no, Old Gao. You’re my secretary, my right-hand man, my most trusted confidant."

"In other words—you’re my voice when I’m not there!"

"I trust you to handle it."

Old Gao nodded. "Understood, Young Master."

At the end of the day, nothing mattered more to the Young Master than being with the Young Madam.

He had thought Gu Yan had changed after that day—the day he took the dagger from her.

But it seemed he’d been mistaken.

Old Gao felt relieved. This was the Gu Yan he knew—the one who never kept his distance.

Ah, should he address him as "Family Head" now?

......

.........

Leng Family residence.

The television played the live broadcast of Gu Yan’s succession as family head.

Leng Qingqiu and Leng Ling'er sat together on the living room sofa.

"Ling'er... Is he really coming?"

The moment she learned Gu Yan was on his way, an inexplicable tension surged in Leng Qingqiu’s chest.

Even though they were in a relationship—

Ever since that incident, it felt like a wall had been erected in her heart.

She didn’t know how to act around him anymore.

"Of course, Sis! Didn’t you say you wanted to see him?"

Ling'er nodded, hugging Qingqiu’s arm. "Brother-in-law hasn’t been visiting as often lately."

"He used to stay here all day, but now he only comes every few days."

"Now we know why—he was busy with the family succession."

"Once everything’s settled, he’ll probably start coming over like before, right?"

"What do you think, Sis?"

Qingqiu fell silent, unsure how to respond.

Every night, she had the same dream.

A dream of Gu Yan holding the dagger, becoming the true Night King.

The feeling was unbearable—it filled her with sorrow.

A sense of unease gnawed at her heart daily.

Though Gu Yan had visited just the other day—

And they had been as intimate as ever—she couldn’t shake the question:

Was he still the same Gu Yan?

The thought haunted her.

Most of all—what was his true purpose in taking the dagger?

Was it simply to avenge her?

Or... did he have another plan?

What was that plan? What was he going to do?

Qingqiu didn’t want to think about it. She only hoped—

That Gu Yan wouldn’t make a mistake.

That power was alluring, but it could bring ruin to those around him.

Suddenly—

Knock knock~!

The sound of the door echoed through the room.

Ling'er blinked, then beamed. "It must be Brother-in-law! He’s always so fast!"

She jumped up to answer it—

But then—

"No!"

"That’s not Gu Yan!!"

Leng Qingqiu stood up and blocked Leng Ling'er.

She opened her eyes, locking onto the presence behind the door with deadly focus.

It was an... unfamiliar aura of a grandmaster!!

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