Biyu Ting could sense the hidden meaning in Chongmingde's words. Although she didn't like this elusive guy, the bond they had developed over many years of living together couldn't be easily severed. Therefore, Biyu Ting couldn't help but worry about Chongmingde's state of mind.
"Don't get too excited, I just have some thoughts," Chongmingde said, capturing the flicker of unease in Biyu Ting's eyes. He saw through her concerns and tried to ease them with a casual smile.
If there was someone Chongmingde didn't want to harm in this world, it was Ziongzong, who had already passed away. Tang Mingtuo was Biyu Ting's childhood friend, Ran Jingyu and Pang Zebai were her close friends from her youth, not to mention the friends she made in society. Recently, they had also become friends with the Sugi family from Kyoto in addition to "Ziongzong." There were many people in their lives, yet what was missing was Chongmingde's own family.
There was no hate, no reason, just because he didn't know, so he couldn't imagine. Biyu Ting had no idea how much Chongmingde had been thinking about all this, and she couldn't speculate about him. Right now, she only cared about Chongmingde's intentions, so she asked.
"What exactly are you planning?"
"As for me, I don't have any plans for now because I don't understand the situation. But precisely because of that, you should tell me, shouldn't you?" Chongmingde replied with a carefree attitude, as if saying, "If I make the wrong decision, it'll be your fault for not telling me the truth."
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Biyu Ting didn't know what to say. But as she continued to look at him, she couldn't help but find it amusing. It was then that Biyu Ting realized that Chongmingde's actions were only to prevent her from worrying.
After relaxing a bit, Biyu Ting looked at the boy in front of her, unable to decipher whether his smile was genuine or fake. She still couldn't figure out why he was asking her all these questions.
Deciding what to tell him and what to keep hidden was difficult for Biyu Ting. The hardest part was that she couldn't determine if she and Chongmingde were standing on the same side or opposite sides.
"Alright, then let me start with the worst-case scenario," Biyu Ting said.
In the end, Biyu Ting chose to remain neutral, just as she always had. She didn't support her grandfather, Biyu Yan, nor did she choose Chongmingde. She would make judgments based on her own feelings.
She was worried about Chongmingde, so she told him about the experiment. It was as simple as that.
Biyu Ting adjusted her posture and adopted a serious tone.
"If the experiment fails, the main personality of the donor will collapse, and the provided personalities will be lost, disintegrated, or merged into the main personality, becoming an existence worse than a vegetable."
"Even if the experiment succeeds, the integrity of the remaining personalities cannot be guaranteed."
The more Biyu Ting spoke, the more uncertain she became because even after revealing such severe side effects to Chongmingde, he remained unmoved. It was as if the one who would be destroyed if the experiment failed was not him, but someone irrelevant.
"As for the success rate I mentioned earlier, 54.67%, it refers to the likelihood of the experimental subjects surviving after accepting the personalities. As for the donor, the situation is too complex, even my grandfather can't provide an accurate estimate."
Biyu Ting's explanation came to an end, and Chongmingde thought for a moment, then spoke up.
"I see, so success is just a rumor. In reality, it's still in the theoretical research stage, isn't it?"
Tapping his fingers on his thigh, Chongmingde continued contemplating what Biyu Ting had just said.
"You're right, but you also know what kind of person my grandfather is. To him, this is already a success."
Biyu Ting remained neutral, not defending Biyu Yan in her words. The situation had been clearly explained, and her thoughts paused for a moment along with the conversation. The air in the room froze for a few seconds before Chongmingde broke the silence with a question.
"When the old man mentioned this, was it during a phone call with you?"
For Chongmingde, the focus of his attention was now clear, so he quickly reviewed the conversation and thought it would be a good time to retract the "trap" he had laid at the beginning of their conversation.
Hence, he asked this seemingly casual question.
"Or else, would he fly over here in person to tell me this 'good news'?"
Without hesitation, Biyu Ting answered. In her opinion, this question wasn't worth asking.
"So... besides you and Madam Biyu, is there a possibility that he would tell others?"
"Mmm... Mingtuo should also know, but I'm not sure about the others," replied Bi'an Yu, holding his arms and tilting his head in thought.
After hearing this reply, Chongmingde quickly shifted his focus to new thoughts.
-Well then, how did Ito Yuno find out?
-Ito Shinran? Bai Yaxin? Souren Manranyama? Wanlanshan Haiming?
Thinking of this, Chongmingde had a baseless but convincing hunch that Ito Yuno was being used by someone.
-Given the old man's character, he definitely wants me to become his experiment.
-He probably taught me the technology to create and manipulate personalities to verify his research today.
-But he also knows that the more he forces me, the less likely I am to cooperate with him.
-So, is Ito Yuno being used by the old man?
-Where is the connection between them?
-Is it Wanlanshan Haiming? Did Bi'an Yan tell Wanlanshan Haiming to "accidentally" leak it to Ito Yuno?
-Then why would Wanlanshan Haiming help Bi'an Yan?
-Where is their common interest?
Chongmingde's thoughts stopped here, not because he couldn't continue, but because it wasn't the time to think. He stood up and smiled at Bi'an Yu.
"Thanks for helping me out a lot. It's getting late, so I'll leave now."
He said goodbye without any hesitation, walking and talking at the same time, and by the time he finished speaking, he had reached the door.
Just as Bi'an Yu stood up to say something, Chongmingde had already opened the door and casually reminded Bi'an Yu.
"The props for disguise are still in the room. Don't easily expose your hard-earned fake identity."
After saying this, Chongmingde closed the door and left.
As Bi'an Yu was left alone in the room, he didn't get angry at Chongmingde's impolite departure. Instead, he remembered the days when the three of them played together in their childhood because of his consistent style. A warm feeling spread throughout his heart.
