My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

It was called "sending," but in reality, it involved drugging someone; the methods were despicable and vile.

Li Bo had regretted this incident, and had also felt disgustedly fortunate at times, but now, regret far outweighed it.

When the car arrived at the villa, Li Bo unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and habitually reached into his suit pocket for a cigarette. He took out a cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and as he reached for his lighter, he suddenly remembered something and took the cigarette off his lips.

Zhou Yanshao turned off the engine and got out of the car early. After taking a few steps away, he turned back and looked at Li Bo, who was closing the car door, and the cigarette in Li Bo's hand. His face darkened: "Don't smoke in my car."

"..."

He shouldn't be considered to be in the car right now.

Li Bo knew that Young Master Zhou was picking a fight with him, so he responded with an "Mm," closed the car door, and, since he wasn't planning on smoking anyway, casually tossed the cigarette into the trash can.

Zhou Yanshao then looked away and swaggered into the villa.

Xizi Bay is the best villa area in Beijing. It is equipped with butlers and servants. Even if you don't come back for two years, someone will come to clean the villa regularly. It is spotless, even cleaner than the morning Zhou Yanshao left.

Li Bo followed him inside; the villa was empty tonight. It was probably because Zhou Yanshao had returned. Zhou Yanshao never liked anyone being in the villa; he always had the servants clean it up and then leave.

Li Bo walked to the freezer with practiced ease, took out a few bottles of wine from the storage box, mixed a drink on the marble countertop, and took it upstairs.

Zhou Yanshao came out of the shower, his body covered in water droplets, with only a bathrobe hanging loosely around his waist, revealing the distinct lines of his muscles.

He is a Nordic combined skier. Nordic combined requires excellent explosiveness and endurance, and it is only for men because the sport has very high requirements for the athletes' physical qualities. The strict selection criteria are reflected in Zhou Yanshao's muscular physique.

But now... what attracts the most attention is still that half-covered waist and hips.

Zhou Yanshao was very strong, and his physical condition was, in some ways, too... terrifying.

From the moment Li Bo stepped into the villa, details of that night two years ago unconsciously surfaced in his mind. Zhou Yanshao was too fierce; he would hold Li Bo's head and bully him, so fiercely that he would almost rub his skin raw.

Li Bo shifted his gaze upwards, only reaching Zhou Yanshao's chest. He raised the wine in his hand, "Have some, it'll help you sleep."

Zhou Yanshao stared at the wine for two seconds: "Drugged it again?"

"...No," Li Bo said. "I'm sorry about what happened that day."

Zhou Yanshao's face turned cold: "I won't drink it, move aside."

Li Bo hesitated for a moment, but finally drank the wine in front of Zhou Yanshao without wasting a drop.

Zhou Yanshao didn't say anything and walked around him.

Li Bo went downstairs and placed the cup on the marble countertop. He then found some sleeping pills and boiled a kettle of water. A little while later, Zhou Yanshao came downstairs and drank a cup of water. He had a very good habit: he only drank hot water, cooled boiled water, and mineral water. He rarely drank alcohol and didn't like any beverages.

Li Bo watched Zhou Yanshao drink water.

Zhou Yanshao keenly noticed Li Bo's gaze. Seeing Li Bo's flushed skin after drinking, he frowned, tightened his grip on the water glass, smacked his cheek, put down the glass, and commanded, "Come here."

Li Bo followed Zhou Yanshao upstairs, and the two sat down on the sofa. Zhou Yanshao crossed his legs, and even though he was only wrapped in a bath towel, he didn't try to hide it at all, showing considerable confidence.

Zhou Yanshao lowered his eyelids and tapped the will on the table.

Zhou Yanshao's fingers were too long, and because of years of skiing, they were covered with thin calluses, making them look and feel rough.

Zhou Yanshao said, "Explain."

Li Bo's tone was unusually calm: "A deal."

"I have always been neglected and suppressed in the Li family. I don't think the second-generation scion of the Li family is more capable than me. I need an opportunity, a chance for the Li family to look up to me. So I made a deal with Uncle Zhou. He used the Zhou family to help me take over the Li family, and I agreed to do him a favor."

"What kind of help?"

"I'll take good care of you."

This reason sounds perfectly reasonable.

Zhou Yanshao's father doted on him. Knowing that Zhou Yanshao had no interest in business and was devoted to skiing, and that Zhou Yanshao was the only son in the family, his father never stopped him from pursuing his hobby. He sincerely hoped that Zhou Yanshao could be carefree and pursue his ideals.

The will in Zhou Yanshao's hands now perfectly illustrates the rationale behind all of this.

Zhou Yanshao looked at Li Bo, as if there was a thorn in his throat that he couldn't pull out or swallow. After a long while, he said, "Two years ago, it was you who suggested to my father that I be sent abroad."

Li Bo froze.

Two years ago, the day after Zhou Yanshao's birthday, Li Bo urgently called Zhou Huiyuan before even leaving Xizi Bay, asking Zhou Huiyuan to send Zhou Yanshao abroad.

Li Bo never imagined that Zhou Yanshao would find out about this.

He was certain that Zhou Huiyuan would never tell Zhou Yanshao.

So... Zhou Yanshao heard it himself?

Li Bo's heart was pounding.

This was incredibly shocking news for Li Bo.

If Zhou Yanshao knew that it was he who suggested to his father that Zhou Yanshao be sent abroad, and that he kept sending him messages and sharing his life with him, even if he didn't reply, and persisted for over a year, it meant...

Zhou Yanshao doesn't seem to dislike Li Bo that much.

Or rather, Zhou Yanshao did not hold a grudge or dislike him because of the drugging incident.

Li Bo was surprised, yet also somewhat relieved.

The heavy burden that had been weighing on Li Bo's heart for two years felt lighter at this moment.

When Li Bo looked up at Zhou Yanshao, his emotions were composed, and he showed no sign of anything amiss: "Yes."

Zhou Yanshao asked, "Did you receive the letter?"

"received."

In the first year after Zhou Yanshao left, Li Bo not only received text messages from Zhou Yanshao, but also emails, photos, and handwritten letters from him...

Li Bo didn't reply to a single message or even a single word.