After chatting with his nominal father Qin Guoguang, Qin Cheng left the office. Lao Biao had already been waiting outside and respectfully fell in step behind him the moment he emerged.

A set of neatly folded clothes now rested on Lao Biao’s arm—clearly fetched from the company during Qin Cheng’s meeting. Qin Cheng noticed instantly and mentally gave Lao Biao a thumbs-up. For a man with such a rugged-sounding name, he was surprisingly thoughtful. *Worth keeping as my personal bodyguard*, Qin Cheng mused.

The elevator ride back to the Azure Cloud Group lobby was smooth—no more obstructions. Every employee who saw Qin Cheng descend now looked at him differently. Their eyes flicked nervously to Lao Biao trailing behind, fearing the suit-clad brute might come for them next. After all, even that arrogant Si Family young master had been knocked out cold and carried away moments ago…

“Young Master Qin, where to now?” Lao Biao asked, turning from the driver’s seat once they were in the car.

In the back, Qin Cheng shed his bloodstained shirt and hurriedly changed into the fresh clothes. After a quick tidy-up, he paused. *Father promised to crack down on the Si family… but that’ll take half a day at least. And my plan can’t start until after.*

*Visit the Xuan Family’s young masters?* Those “high-class” elites looked down on wastrels like him and Si Weimao. Arranging a meeting would be a hassle.

“Later, contact Xuan Yi—the Xuan Family’s eldest son—in my name. Say I want to discuss collaboration. Set a time ASAP.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hmm… Still early. Anything interesting nearby?”

“I understand, Young Master Qin.”

“Huh?”

*What do you understand?*

…

Qin Cheng’s eyelid twitched. He shot a dark glare at Lao Biao’s utterly innocent face, hand half-raised to strike—then dropped it.

Children’s laughter. Spinning carousel. Towering Ferris wheel. Roaring roller coaster. Eerie haunted house. The evidence was undeniable.

*What the hell—an amusement park???*

The Demon Sovereign’s face went pitch black the second he stepped out. *I’m a Demon Sovereign who slaughters without blinking! A demon-path cultivator! A villain who’s bathed in blood!*

*H-how did I end up… in a place like this???*

*Are you mocking me???*

If the Demon Sovereign hadn’t sensed Lao Biao’s genuine, earnest innocence, Qin Cheng would’ve beaten him right there.

“Mommy, I wanna ride the roller coaster~”

“When you’re bigger, Mommy will take you~”

Another wave of innocent giggles. A hot blush crept up the Demon Sovereign’s neck. His emotions were slipping.

“Ex! Plain! Your! Self! Comrade Lao Biao?”

The Demon Sovereign draped an arm over Lao Biao’s shoulder with a dangerously gentle smile.

“But… Young Master Qin, didn’t you used to come here all the time…?” Lao Biao shifted uncomfortably, sweat beading on his brow.

“Damn it—” Qin Cheng choked on the words. Frustration burned in his chest. Like punching cotton.

Lao Biao’s remark triggered a flood of buried memories.

*The original owner… this utterly wicked wastrel… actually enjoyed amusement parks?*

*Ah… FUCK!!!*

*【What the hell, bro??? You actually LIKED strolling through amusement parks? FUCK!!!】*

The Demon Sovereign hadn’t cursed inwardly like this in centuries.

*How could the person I transmigrated into be so… JU! VE! NILE!*

“Well, of course! Young Master Qin, you always loved the carou—”

*Thud—*

Qin Cheng’s fist slammed into Lao Biao’s gut, doubling him over.

“Say another word, and you’re dead tonight.”

Shame burned crimson across the Demon Sovereign’s face. That long-buried embarrassment surged back. Eyes squeezed shut, he kicked Lao Biao again.

A memory surfaced:

Himself, perched on a carousel horse… smiling—*genuinely* smiling.

Fuck.