My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

Zhou Yanshao's voice was clear and firm, word by word.

Li Bo had concerns: "I can't make this relationship public..."

"It's okay."

Is it okay for a pampered young master who has been spoiled since childhood to not make it public?

Li Bo frowned slightly: "Okay."

With a single, concise word, Li Bo accepted Zhou Yanshao's advances, a decision made after careful consideration.

Zhou Yanshao said urgently, "Quickly open the rest of the gifts."

Li Bo opened the remaining gift box, which contained a long down jacket and a gold ring.

Zhou Yanshao: "You're definitely not wearing much; I'm afraid you'll be cold."

Li Bo wasn't wearing much. After putting on his down jacket, he asked, "If I don't agree tonight, what about these two gifts...?"

"If you don't agree, you'll freeze to death."

"..."

"I haven't spoken to anyone about this. If I've done anything wrong, you can tell me. Don't keep quiet and hold a grudge against me in your mind." Zhou Yanshao asked, "Do you understand?"

"Okay, I won't deduct points from your score."

"That's more like it," Zhou Yanshao said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another fireworks display. Li Bo listened quietly on the phone and watched the fireworks. Afterward, Li Bo took two flowers from the bouquet, put on the gold ring, and went down from the little red house.

There's a time difference between Northern Europe and Beijing. Zhou Yanshao was training too hard, and when Li Bo called him, he responded groggily, his voice lazy, probably because he was sleepy.

Li Bo chuckled softly, slowed his pace, and called out again after descending the stairs, "Zhou Yanshao?"

"Um……?"

"This is the first time I've ever received flowers."

"Um."

"This is the first time I've liked someone this much."

"Um."

Li Bo knew that Zhou Yanshao was probably too sleepy to hear what he was saying, so he took a breath and said, "Thank you for taking care of me for so many years... Thank you for being willing to give Li Bo a home."

"..." Zhou Yanshao on the phone didn't even respond anymore; he was really asleep.

"Hate me more from now on, and don't forget me. Goodnight."

Li Bo hung up the phone, got into his car, and called someone to fix the decorations on the little red house. He sat in the car, smoking, looking at the various people outside the front window, his eyes slightly sore. He finished the cigarettes in the box before going home.

Li Bo had a dream that night, in which he dreamt of Wan Tongzhi—Zhou Yanshao's mother.

She dreamt that Wan Tongzhi was standing there looking at her, saying nothing, but it was as if he was asking: Why?

Li Bo woke up with a start, covered in sweat. He propped himself up, grabbed a piece of edible ice, put it in his mouth, and kept biting it until his mouth bled, but he didn't feel any pain. He didn't dare to sleep again until the next morning, when he received a message from Zhou Yanshao, and only then did he drift off to sleep.

The nanny came to tidy up Li Bo's room and make breakfast. Seeing that Li Bo was still sleeping, she left a bowl of stomach-soothing porridge in the rice cooker, quietly closed the door and left.

The nanny knows best that Li Bo's sleep quality is very poor. If he is still sleeping early in the morning, it means he has stayed up all night and has just fallen asleep. At this time, you can't wake Li Bo up for breakfast.

At noon, Li Bo woke up, drank some porridge, replied to messages, and busied himself for a while. In the evening, he went to the Li family home. After all, it was New Year's Day, and he had to go back to the Li family home, even though he really disliked the place.

Li Bo is now Li Yao's only son and the public heir, and it's time for him to join the Li family's Qian Yuan Capital.

At the dinner table, Li Bo brought it up, and Li Yao's expression changed slightly. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement, but quickly steered the conversation back to Zhihuai. Li Yao wanted a portion of Zhihuai's shares, but Li Bo politely declined, citing Li Yao's unstable foothold in Zhihuai.

After dinner, Li Yao called Li Bo into the study.

The hickeys on Li Bo's neck hadn't faded yet, and Li Yao was furious just looking at them. Even if he didn't like Li Bo, Li Bo was still his son. The fact that he was involved with the father and son of his rival was something that would make him feel disgusted for the rest of his life.

Li Yao had the butler pour in two cups of tea. The large study was now empty except for the two of them. Li Yao took a sip of tea and stopped pretending.

"You and that Zhou family brat..."

"Once we've used them, we'll kick them out." Li Bo smiled and said, "We've passed the shareholder decision and secured our shares. If we provoke anyone again, things could easily change. After all, the Wan family is still around."

Li Yao only believed half of what Li Bo said; he was a naturally suspicious person: "Really? I heard he also has shares in Zhihuai."

"It came from Wan Gong's hands."

"Is this the dowry from when Wan Tongzhi married into the Zhou family?" Li Yao opened a drawer. "I had someone draft a share transfer agreement. Take a look."

Li Yao seemed to have been prepared, as he handed the share transfer document to Li Bo. The meaning was self-evident: he wanted Zhou Yanshao's shares in exchange.

This is a move to completely sever ties between Li Bo and the Zhou family and Zhou Yanshao.

Once Li Bo manages to swindle Wan Tongzhi's shares, it will be too easy for Li Yao to whisper in his ear again.

If Li Bo wants shares in Qian Yuan Capital, he must completely sever all ties with Zhou Yanshao.

"It's not a simple matter, after all, it's his mother's inheritance."

Li Yao said casually, "Even the shareholders' meeting is willing to support you, young man, just coax him a little."

Li Bo accepted the contract: "Okay, I'll give it a try."

Li Bo did not stay at the Li family's house that night; he went back to his own home.

On his phone, messages from Zhou Yanshao popped up one after another.

He agreed to confess his feelings last night, but now he's scheming to take over the inheritance left by Zhou Yanshao's mother. How could Zhou Yanshao not hate him? How could he not hate him?

Li Bo crushed the two roses he had brought back from the little red house last night and threw them into the trash can. Thorns pierced his palms, drawing blood, but he seemed to feel no pain whatsoever.

Li Bo is a person who doesn't deserve to have feelings.

From birth, he was someone who couldn't hold onto anything.