My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

Li Bo lay on his side next to Zhou Yanshao, leaning against the blanket, and hissed softly, "It's quite cold."

Xizi Bay has underfloor heating, so it won't be cold at all.

Zhou Yanshao immediately pulled Li Bo into the blanket, hugged him, and without saying a word, reached out and held Li Bo's hand to warm it.

Li Bo rested his chin on Zhou Yanshao's chest, as if he could hear Zhou Yanshao's heartbeat. He gently patted Zhou Yanshao with his hand: "Not going to say anything?"

"sleep."

Li Bo suddenly asked, "Zhou Yanshao, you have such a bad temper. What if I make you angry one day and I can't appease you?"

Zhou Yanshao was silent for about a minute before saying, "Do you know Bigwood Ski Resort?"

Zhou Yanshao said, "There's a ski resort in Russia where you can see the aurora borealis. If you ever do something wrong, and you see me at that ski resort on January 1st every year, I'll forgive you."

"If you weren't here, wouldn't you...?"

"No." Zhou Yanshao will.

"OK."

Li Bo remembered, "Then I need to practice my skiing skills first."

"You should have started practicing a long time ago." Zhou Yanshao snorted. If he ever got really angry and ignored Li Bo, Li Bo should be chasing after him.

Li Bo owes him.

Zhou Yanshao held Li Bo and quickly fell asleep, and Li Bo also slept soundly, which was rare for him.

The next morning, Li Bo woke up at seven o'clock. When he got up, there was no one beside him, and there was no warmth left. Li Bo dressed neatly, left the bedroom, washed up, went downstairs, and ran into the housekeeper.

"Yan Shao..."

"Oh, young master talked to the doctor about physical recovery this morning. Because of his hand injury, he can't do many rehabilitation exercises, so he can only run. He's been running for almost half an hour now, so he should be done soon."

"Okay." Li Bo smiled and rolled up his sleeves to eat.

The maid was cleaning upstairs. The second bedroom, which was closest to Zhou Yanshao's bedroom, was cleaned every day. In fact, Li Bo hadn't stayed there for many days.

A moment later, the maid came down with a ringing cell phone.

The housekeeper handed the phone to Li Bo.

Li Bo glanced at it; it wasn't his phone, it was Zhou Yanshao's. The phone stopped ringing, then rang again. The butler looked troubled, and Li Bo finally reached out and took it.

The caller ID showed a woman's name.

Li Bo answered the phone, "Feed."

"Young Master! Please, you haven't answered the phone for over a week! Do you know how worried I've been about you these past two days?!" The woman on the other end of the phone sounded utterly helpless.

Li Bo frowned slightly: "Sorry, Yan Shao isn't here."

"Uh..." the woman paused, "Are you his friend?"

"Yes, is there something you need from him? I can pass on your message."

"Oh...no, it's nothing serious. Could you please tell him that Deokman is looking for him and ask him to reply to a message?" Deokman's voice was sweet. "It's quite urgent."

"Okay, I'll talk to him when he gets back."

Li Bo hung up the phone and put it in his pocket. During the meal, the usually well-behaved and proper Li Bo played with Zhou Yanshao's phone at the table.

Zhou Yanshao's phone password hadn't been changed all these years, so Li Bo could easily unlock it.

It is not gentlemanly to pry into other people's privacy.

Li Bo knew this, but he still did it anyway; he wasn't a gentleman.

Soon, he found a group photo in Zhou Yanshao's album, in which he was holding a trophy, with a mixed-race girl standing next to him.

Li Bo had read all the text messages Zhou Yanshao had sent him over the past two years. Zhou Yanshao's coach abroad was a man in his forties, and there were no female athletes in Nordic combined. He had never heard Zhou Yanshao mention any girls.

The lack of information made Li Bo's brows furrow even deeper.

He has been absent from Zhou Yanshao's life for two years. He doesn't know Zhou Yanshao's friends in Northern Europe, doesn't know Zhou Yanshao's training schedule, and doesn't know if Zhou Yanshao's lifestyle, tastes, or anything else has changed.

Two years can change a lot.

Li Bo put down his phone, lowered his head to drink his porridge, and the spoon in his hand trembled slightly.

He and Zhou Yanshao were separated for five years, ten years... Perhaps no one in the world will remember Li Bo anymore, even Zhou Yanshao will probably forget him. If Zhou Yanshao can remember him, it will probably only be hatred.

Li Bo smiled, feeling that his name was quite fitting.

When Li Bo was taken back to the Li family, he changed his name. Li Bo was the name he gave himself. His original name was Lin Yi'an, which means "to forget worries with joy and live a long and peaceful life." The doctor gave him the name, and Lin was his mother's surname.

When Li Yao heard the name, his face darkened. The name sounded far too blissful. This was the name of the child born from a one-night stand between Li Yao and his lover; it sounded like a laughingstock to be discussed after dinner.

Lin Yi-an doesn't deserve a good name.

To protect his reputation, Li Yao only said that Li Bo was an illegitimate son from his youth, never mentioning Li Bo's mother's lowly status. He then waved his hand and ordered someone to take Li Bo to change his name.

Li Yao's men wanted to give Li Bo any name they wanted, like Li Yi or Li Er, it didn't matter, as long as it wasn't a grand name, it couldn't overshadow Li Cheng, and it couldn't make people think that Li Bo, after being brought back to the Li family, could truly be on equal footing with Li Cheng.

It was Li Bo himself who told the staff, "Let's change it to Li Bo, the 'Bo' in 'wandering'."

Li Bo—it sounds like a contemptible name, devoid of any affection or expectation. Li Yao was very satisfied with this name.

Li Bo drank half a bowl of porridge, got up, went upstairs to tie a tie, took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, lit one and put it to his lips. He glanced at his watch and finally handed Zhou Yanshao's phone to the housekeeper.

"Tell Yan Shao that Deman is looking for him. Ask him to call back; he's in a hurry."

"Ah...oh...okay."

"I'm going to the company." Li Bo exhaled a puff of smoke and left.

When Li Bo went out, he wasn't wearing a coat. The wind was blowing in his face, and it was very cold. He was only wearing a vest, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold. Uncle Liu immediately turned on the air conditioner and got out of the car to open the door for Li Bo.

"Mr. Bo, why aren't you wearing a coat? It's so early in the morning, it's so cold!" Uncle Liu reminded him, "You need to take care of yourself, catching a cold is no fun."

"Xizi Bay has underfloor heating, it's just a short walk away, I forgot."

"I'll turn the air conditioning up a bit for you. Let me know if you get too hot."

"Okay, thank you."

Li Bo looked out the window, feeling a tightness in his chest.

After a while, he took out his phone and, for the first time on his way to work, opened a match-3 game. He stared at his game ID in a daze; his ID was a string of numbers, representing the time he met Zhou Yanshao.

No one would know, not even Zhou Yanshao.

The background music wasn't loud, but Uncle Liu recognized it. He glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "Does Mr. Bo also play Candy Crush? My daughter loves playing this game too."

"Yeah, just killing time."

Li Bo had actually been playing for two years, but he only played when he was in a bad mood. The match-3 game had so many levels that it seemed like it would never end. In Li Bo's calculating life, the game added a bit of will to live.

Li Bo, the game isn't over yet, live a little longer, for your own sake.