My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

An eerie silence fell over the surroundings.

Zhou Yanshao glanced at Li Bo, whose expression remained unchanged, and said, "Hmm."

Wan Gong: "???"

"Congratulations." General Manager Liu laughed heartily. "It seems that Mr. Wan can start preparing to hold his great-grandson soon."

Wan Gong snorted coldly: "If he really had that intention, I would have already taken him in my arms."

Dinner was served quickly. Whatever was placed in front of Li Bo, he ate without looking up. The usually eloquent CEO didn't utter a single word tonight, and he ate more than usual.

Li Bo picked up a piece of bitter melon.

Mr. Liu smiled and said, "This bitter melon and pork rib soup is good for clearing heat and reducing internal fire. There aren't many restaurants in Beijing that serve this dish, so it's quite a specialty."

Li Bo paused for a moment, stared at the bitter melon on his chopsticks for a while, and then ate it. He used to hate bitter things, but now he couldn't be bothered to care.

Wan Gong ladled out a bowl of bitter melon and pork rib soup, tasting it while glaring angrily at Zhou Yanshao.

Tonight, Zhou Yanshao's eyes never left Li Bo!

Wan Gong certainly hoped that Zhou Yanshao would not remember Li Bo, after all, he did not want the Wan and Zhou families to die out.

It's unrealistic to expect Zhou Yanshao to forget Li Bo.

Wan Gong knows exactly how Zhou Yanshao spent those six years.

Wan Gong once shared the same thought as Li Bo: with time, one can forget about it. In one's life, one will meet too many people, and no one is irreplaceable; new people will replace the old.

Wan Gong believed that Zhou Yanshao's hatred for Li Bo would far outweigh his love.

Hatred will eventually be worn away by time.

Who Li Bo is, no one will care or remember in the future.

But now it seems he was wrong.

His own grandson is as loyal as a dog!

If you want Zhou Yanshao to stay in the capital, you have to keep Li Bo first.

At a celebratory banquet, Wan Gong was so busy drinking bitter melon soup that he was busy drinking it all.

Li Bo lowered his head and remained silent, rarely speaking.

Mr. Liu asked Zhou Yanshao with considerable curiosity about his "girlfriend," "Young Master Zhou, is your girlfriend from Beijing?"

Zhou Yanshao glanced at Li Bo and said, "Hmm."

Li Bo showed no reaction.

Mr. Liu smiled and said, "That's great, it'll be convenient during the Chinese New Year."

Zhou Yanshao's eyes darkened: "Yes."

Mr. Liu chuckled and patted Li Bo on the shoulder. "Jianyue, you're getting on in years, and you've achieved success in your career. The past is the past, and it's time to find someone you can truly connect with and get married, isn't it?"

Li Bo smiled: "Yes, we're looking for it."

Mr. Liu toasted Li Bo, saying, "Then I'll be looking forward to drinking your wedding wine!"

"Definitely." Li Bo gently clinked glasses with President Liu.

Zhou Yanshao's face was gloomy. He raised his glass and toasted Li Bo as well: "I wish you find your soulmate."

The congratulations came suddenly.

When Li Bo clinked glasses with Zhou Yanshao, he could barely hold the glass, and the wine inside sloshed around. But Li Bo hid his emotions well, and a smile remained on his lips: "Congratulations to Young Master Zhou on your upcoming marriage."

Their mutual congratulations were awkward and polite, and no one present could tell that anything was amiss.

Only they can understand the pain hidden beneath this facade of respectability.

Li Bo downed the wine in one gulp. His alcohol tolerance had improved significantly in the past two years. Even after drinking a glass of baijiu, he felt no discomfort other than a burning sensation, and his face didn't even turn red.

Only Li Bo himself could feel the increasing soreness in his nose...

For six years, no matter how much he wanted to, he never looked up any information about Zhou Yanshao, trying his best to block everything out and deceive himself.

But tonight, the high wall he had worked so hard to build collapsed...

As soon as he learns even a little bit of information, he can't help but think about it more deeply.

For example, when and where will Zhou Yanshao set the wedding date? What kind of clothes will he wear? What vows will he make? How will he talk about their past in public? Or will he completely erase the existence of that brief relationship?

In the adult world, can a relationship that lasts less than a month be called a relationship?

It was just a two-way attempt at interaction between the two parties.

Li Bo almost laughed.

He knew that Zhou Yanshao was a very loyal person. If they could date for two or three years, their feelings must have deepened by now. The two of them must be very suitable and a perfect match.

The more I think about it, the more out of control my emotions become.

Halfway through the meal, Li Bo's eyes started to sting, and his stomach started to hurt, so he stopped talking.

Seeing that he didn't speak, General Manager Liu changed the subject: "We're meeting with General Manager Yue. Actually, he's not from the Beijing headquarters; he's been in Haicheng before. He's young and promising. He's here at the Beijing headquarters for the annual report meeting. Our planning director happened to be sick, so he stepped in at the last minute. He's very grateful for General Manager Wan's appreciation."

Wan Gong said meaningfully, "He is young and promising."

"I've mentioned several times before that Jian Yue should come to headquarters to be my right-hand man, but he refused. At the time, there were rumors in the company that he had romantic entanglements in Beijing. Hahaha—" President Liu laughed heartily.

"Mr. Liu, you're joking. I don't have any romantic entanglements." Li Bo smiled and stood up. "I'm going to the restroom. Please excuse me for a moment."

When Li Bo left the private room, his body felt weak and limp. Fortunately, he managed to steady himself by holding onto the wall by the door. After a while, he asked the waiter for directions to the restroom.

Li Bo splashed cold water on his face in front of the mirror, his hands resting on the sink. The fine strands of hair on his forehead were wet, and water droplets rolled down his chin on his fair face. Some of the water left a clear trail, ran down his neck and into his shirt collar, while some dripped into the sink.

Li Bo looked up at his slightly disheveled reflection in the mirror.

Six years have passed, Li Bo.

Six years have passed, and you're still in such a sorry state. You're really pathetic.

Li Bo took a long time to calm down before finally wiping the water off his face, tidying his hair, and feeling in his pocket. Finding no cigarette pack, he went to the front desk to buy a pack. Leaning against the window outside the restroom, he opened the window, put the cigarette to his lips, and when he tried to light it, he realized he hadn't asked for a lighter.

He looked up, ready to ask a man to lend him a lighter.

A man walked towards them, and Li Bo asked, "Excuse me, do you have a lighter...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a tall, dark figure walked over from a distance, its slender form looming over Li Bo's body perfectly.

Li Bo's words came to an abrupt halt, and the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth fell to the ground.

Zhou Yanshao took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

Li Bo reached out to take it, his fingertips trembling slightly: "Thank you."

Zhou Yanshao didn't speak. He took out a lighter and, before lighting it, used his knuckles to lift Li Bo's chin. The cold metal of the lighter touched Li Bo's neck, and he shivered.

Zhou Yanshao reminded him, "Take it easy, this cigarette is expensive."

Perhaps because he had just washed his face, Li Bo felt that Zhou Yanshao's fingertips, which were lifting his chin, were very hot, like a cluster of fire burning.