Chapter 80: Who Do You Think You Are?

Ouyang Ting and Mu Bai both looked toward the doorway, their brows furrowed, a hint of worry in their eyes.

“Yun Fu knows what she’s doing,” someone remarked. Mu Bai turned around in surprise, because it was not He Fang who spoke, but the usually taciturn Gu Haoyuan.

Still, how could Gu Haoyuan be so certain? Could it be that, because both of them were quiet by nature, their minds worked in similar ways?

The group, following Yun Fu’s suggestion, set off together for the cathedral.

Without Yun Fu, they had to rely on their English, stumbling over words and nearly getting on the wrong bus—thankfully, Gu Haoyuan managed to keep his cool.

[Why do I feel…like, without Yun Fu, they’re all at a loss?]

[I think so too. Yun Fu seems to have become their leader.]

[Ha! What nerve! She’s the least famous here, the youngest too, and she’s suddenly the leader? That’s hilarious!]

[Some people’s fans are just delusional. Your idol has left, why aren’t you all hurrying to her livestream room?]

[So annoying, I can’t stand these self-important fans. Like idol, like fan, I suppose.]

Some viewers, who weren’t even Yun Fu’s fans but felt targeted, were so annoyed by this that, in a fit of pique, they actually joined Yun Fu’s solo livestream.

With Yun Fu alone, most viewers were her fans, with a few drawn by her looks—barely a tenth of the audience in the main stream. Yet the atmosphere was more harmonious than ever.

[Sis Fu, where are you going? It looks like there are hardly any pedestrians here. Is it somewhere off-limits?]

[This looks like a wealthy district. What’s Yun Fu doing here?]

[Whatever. I trust our little Fu, that’s what matters.]

Of course, there were some who’d come along just to mock.

[Hmph, this is a rich neighborhood. Without the right credentials, Yun Fu could be thrown out at any moment!]

[Lol, I want to see what on earth she’s up to.]

As the crowd waited for the show, Yun Fu led the cameraman straight up to a villa, as if she’d done it a thousand times.

Unlike at home, there was no dedicated property management here—people hired their own staff. From the moment they entered, the production crew felt uneasy, as if unseen eyes were watching. They were already a little on edge.

Yet Yun Fu, as if returning to her own home, knocked on the door with perfect composure.

Just as everyone was gearing up to jeer, the villa door suddenly swung open.

A handsome, blond-haired, blue-eyed man stood there. He glanced at Yun Fu and the camera crew, frowning, about to speak, when Yun Fu uttered a single sentence.

In that instant, he felt his blood run cold. He stared, dumbfounded, at the girl before him.

Yes, those were the same eyes, the same unshakable confidence. It was her!

She had come back!

The man’s eyes reddened with emotion. “Fu…you…”

Yun Fu nodded at the camera crew behind her. “Sorry, but I may need you to wait for me a moment.”

With that, she stepped inside and closed the door.

Inside the house.

Eric stared in disbelief at the woman before him. Her appearance had changed; she looked far younger. But her eyes made it unmistakably clear—it was her.

The one who’d reigned supreme among assassins, who’d saved him from death more than once, his friend, his only friend—Yun Fu—had returned.

“Fu, aren’t you…? My God! What on earth is going on?”

For once, Yun Fu let a trace of a different expression show before her friend. She shook her head helplessly and, in a few words, explained waking up in this new body.

Eric looked thoroughly shaken.

“This is…unbelievable! If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d never have believed it.”

Yun Fu stopped him before he could reminisce, her tone utterly pragmatic. “I came today to borrow something from you. I need to go to the cathedral, and to the Elder’s Palace.”

“Don’t you have…?” Eric seemed to recall something and stopped himself.

She had died—how could any of those old things still be of use?

The crew waited outside for about ten minutes. Then, they saw the same handsome foreigner escort Yun Fu back toward them.

She walked up to the staff, her tone unchanged. “Let’s go.”

The crew: ???

Two minutes later, they found themselves seated in a luxury car worth tens of millions, still not quite recovered from the shock.

Who’d have thought their first time riding in a supercar would be under such circumstances?

Meanwhile, at the cathedral entrance.

Watching the crowds come and go, the rest of the group stood awkwardly at the door, unable to get in.

Xi Rou’er shielded her eyes from the sun and spoke casually, “If Yun Fu doesn’t show up by this afternoon, are we really going to just wait here? Maybe I should contact a friend?”

Only He Fang replied, “That…might be too much trouble. Let’s just wait a while longer; it’s only been half an hour, and just getting here from the hotel takes that long.”

Xi Rou’er bit her lip, growing agitated.

If this were Country M, she’d have plenty of connections. But here, in Italy, a dangerous and mysterious country, she knew no one at all.

“Let’s wait a bit longer. If nothing happens, I’ll ask my friend.”

[The goddess is so thoughtful. Yun Fu’s never even been abroad—how could she know anyone here?]

[Maybe she’s out borrowing money. But isn’t that against the show’s rules?]

[If not borrowing money, then is she going to get some kind of pass? There’s still the Green Olive restaurant—what, is she going to dine and dash?]

[She didn’t have a backup plan at all, just left everyone here waiting. What if she comes back with nothing?]

[She’s just young, trying to act important.]

At that moment, the faint sound of sports cars could be heard approaching.

The boys, naturally, were more attuned to this.

Mu Bai instantly perked up.

“No way! A limited edition Ferrari—there are only ten in the world, and I’m seeing one here! And there’s an F8 Tributo and an F40! My God, Gu—did you see that? You can’t even buy these!”

Even Gu Haoyuan couldn’t hide a spark of excitement.

There was something innate in men—a reverence for cars.

The sports cars glided to a halt before them. Mu Bai craned his neck, eager to see who could possibly own such a fleet.

And then he saw—Yun Fu stepping nonchalantly out of the lead car, waving with casual flair to the group behind her before making her way over.

Behind her, the rest of the production crew climbed out of the other cars, still looking dazed, as if waking from a dream.

Mu Bai was stunned. The livestream audience was stunned. The others were left speechless.

“Yun…Yun Fu…is this your friend?”

Yun Fu nodded calmly. “The director never said we couldn’t hitch a ride.”

Mu Bai was beside himself. What did hitching a ride have to do with this?

“Yun Fu, just who is your friend, anyway?”