I’m really immortal Chapter 62

The environment around the Governor’s official residence in the countryside is not bad, and the most important thing is that the concept of Feng Shui is prevalent on the island, where many wealthy individuals want to seek blessings from the Governor. However, they think too highly of themselves, as the Governor has transformed from a national leader to a local official, clearly showing a decline in status and influence. How could they possibly receive blessings from him? It’s truly laughable.

His personal achievements, of course, are beyond the reach of ordinary people, but to become a saint who can bless others, there is still a huge gap. His personal realm and way of thinking are far from sufficient.

However, this place is close to the city center, and it’s quite convenient for enjoying modern life and various safeguards. Su Mei’s residence is located in a lush forest, with a layout similar to the Governor’s official residence. The surroundings are blocked by extremely tall trees, and the interior has a maze-like driveway. Su Mei’s residence is hidden deep within, and even people from the Zhao family wouldn’t be able to find it without prior notice.

Liu Chang’an walked along the roadside, seeing a sparse crowd of people in the distance, and a car fleet parked deep in the flower garden street. A black Toyota was parked nearby, with a middle-aged man in a Western-style suit getting out, revealing a refined smile.

A window of the black Rolls-Royce at the back of the fleet opened, and a beautiful young woman with a cold demeanor leaned out to talk to the middle-aged man, without any intention of getting out of the car. After chatting for a few sentences, the window closed again.

The fleet drove off, and the middle-aged man remained standing, watching the car leave. Then, he walked back to the car.

The Toyota turned around and drove into the forest path.

There’s only one person living in the forest – Su Mei.

Liu Chang’an started running, like a whirlwind.

He chased after the Toyota, opened the car door, and grabbed a hardcover magazine from the back seat.

“Who are you?” The middle-aged man was startled, and the driver hurriedly stopped the car.

Liu Chang’an quickly tore off the magazine cover, rolled it up, and formed a sharp, pointed weapon, pressing it against the middle-aged man’s neck.

“You’re threatening me with a piece of paper?” The middle-aged man remained calm, sneering.

“Keep driving.” Liu Chang’an said to the driver.

“Don’t listen to him!”

The driver chose to continue driving, having seen Liu Chang’an running towards them through the rearview mirror, with a speed that was hair-raising. He didn’t even react, let alone try to stop him, and directly opened the car door, using the rolled-up paper as a weapon, like a professional killer. It was unclear why he was so bold.

“The paper is very hard, and with a bit of force, it can easily pierce your neck artery, and you’ll die.” Liu Chang’an explained, “Don’t struggle, I’m already holding your neck.”

The middle-aged man was completely paralyzed, unable to move a single muscle, and his heart was filled with fear. Who was this assassin sent by some political enemy?

“What do you want?” The middle-aged man asked calmly.

“I’m an old acquaintance of Su Mei, and I want to see her, ask her some questions.”

“We have no idea who this Su Mei person is, there’s no one here by that name.” The driver replied calmly.

“Then let’s see who you want to see.” Liu Chang’an looked at the driver: “Keep your hands on the steering wheel, don’t make any small movements, let’s cooperate, and everything will be fine, thank you.”

The driver gave up his previous idea, as this young man’s explosive power was too terrifying, yet extremely calm and collected. This kind of energy made it difficult to think of a counterattack.

The driver was most worried about Liu Chang’an’s preparedness, as he had already made up his mind to take a gamble, and this kind of person, with a calm exterior and a reckless interior, was extremely dangerous.

“Don’t worry, I won’t harm Su Lao Furen.” Liu Chang’an looked out the window at the emerging mansion in the forest, feeling a poetic urge.

He wanted to lament the passage of time, lament the long separation, lament the beauty of bygone days, lament the empty enmity and deep-seated grievances.

Let’s just say it:

“A group of birds in a pool, who knows whose wings won’t be compatible?”

“The East Pole is not the master of flowers, how can it be like ‘branches intertwined’?”

He recalled a poem by Zhu Shujin, ” 愁懷” (A Heart Full of Sorrow). Two incompatible people were together, only to discover they should “break the branch” later on. Why bother “forming a pool” in the first place?

It’s just that women always have a tendency to wishful thinking, hoping the other person can give them love from the very beginning. Who knew Zhu Shujin had written “相思欲寄無從寄…” (Longing to Send Love, but Nowhere to Send) for this man before writing “愁懷”?

“You… who are you?” The middle-aged man kept sizing up Liu Chang’an, suddenly feeling that his face looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before!

Liu Chang’an’s fingers still held the gentle warmth of Zhu Shujin’s loving words, without answering the question, lightly knocking out the middle-aged man and the driver, and then got out of the car, looking at the mansion ahead.

It was unclear whether the surveillance around the mansion had detected something unusual or the driver had sent out an alert, but over twenty black-clad men had gathered outside the mansion, their faces stern, holding guns and aiming at Liu Chang’an.

Liu Chang’an put down the plastic bag in his hand, which contained his wet clothes.

“Who are you!”

“Stop!”

“Get down on your knees with your hands on your head!”

“Take one more step forward, and we’ll shoot to kill!”

Liu Chang’an looked up, feeling the wind stop on his face, and the shouting ahead ceased. Some people were shocked, some were furious, and more were cold and waiting, their faces frozen like wax figures, their guns pointing at him, exuding a faint smell of gunpowder. The men’s robust muscles had strong hearts, and the June summer air in the mansion mixed the scent of flowers with the crisis that could shatter the peace. Liu Chang’an felt the thrill of the Baolong Center’s vertical jump, and his reborn body was even more useful.

Liu Chang’an turned around, picked up his plastic bag, and walked through the fallen black-clad men, pushing open the mansion’s large door.

In the distance, the dense forest stood like an ancient city wall, and the central mansion was filled with the elegance and romance loved by ladies from the Republic of China era. It was as if Su Lao Furen’s villa had traveled through time and space from the early 20th century to Taiwan, surrounded by a garden filled with pink and tender flowers, without the conventional flowers loved by the elderly.

By the pond, an old woman sat in a wheelchair, wearing old-fashioned glasses, her emotions and expressions seemingly frozen in time, leaving only turbid pupils, looking at the man who had walked one hundred years into the past, one step at a time, towards her.

Liu Chang’an grasped her wrinkled, old hands, which had a soft, gentle touch, devoid of the icy, porcelain-like skin of a woman, only leaving a primal, fleshly sensation.

“It’s been a long time.” Liu Chang’an’s eyes were gentle, lightly stroking her face, and kissing her forehead.

“Men always disappoint women, it’s been the case since ancient times.”

Liu Chang’an didn’t disappoint Su Mei, at least he thought so. It’s just that she had done some things that he couldn’t accept, so he couldn’t give her what she expected.

But he still remembered her past infatuation:

“Smoke drifts, leaving me to stay awhile.

Hand in hand, strolling along the road by the lake, amidst the fine rain.

I’m not afraid of being seen through, sleeping with my clothes on, in someone’s arms.

It’s the most torturous time, when we part ways.”

She was once like that, so lovable.

The old woman closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, tightly grasping his young hands.

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