A pond full of blooming flowers, an ultimate addiction.

Grandpa Chi didn't say anything when he saw that Jiang Yang had come alone. He gestured for him to sit down, and everyone tacitly avoided mentioning Jiang Yi. The old man saw that it was almost time.

"The show has begun."

The curtain rose on the central stage, gongs and drums sounded, famous actors took the stage, banners fluttered in the air, and audiences from all directions applauded and cheered.

(The culture of Peking Opera is profound and extensive, which the author does not understand. He can only describe the scenes without knowing the professional terminology.)

Grandpa Chi and Grandpa Jiang are both Peking Opera enthusiasts, their eyes glued to the stage, while Jiang Yang was on the phone the whole time.

Mrs. Chi often went to listen to operas with the old man and was considered a semi-expert. She explained to Zheng Zihan what the operas were about. Zheng Zihan was young and naturally couldn't understand. But she was well-behaved and sensible, and always smiled at whatever Mrs. Chi said.

Chi Ruiche seemed lost in thought, his eyes fixed on the stage, his mind wandering elsewhere.

He only snapped out of his daze when Zheng Zihan patted him, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

"Is something on your mind? You seem a little distracted." Zheng Zihan paid close attention to him; she noticed even the slightest changes in him.

"It's a company matter," Chi Ruiche said dismissively.

Zheng Zihan didn't ask any further questions and simply trusted him, since managing such a large company was bound to be difficult.

She just didn't understand Chi Ruiche; Chi Ruiche was never one to take these things to heart.

Jiang Yang was getting restless, so he greeted Grandpa Chi and said that there was a document that needed to be signed at the company and he needed to leave. The old man was engrossed in watching the show and nodded. Jiang Yang apologized and left.

Seeing Jiang Yang leave, Chi Ruiche said he would see him off and then went out. Zheng Zihan called him once but he didn't hear her. Chi's mother said awkwardly.

“Something’s going on at Jiang Yang’s company, Xiao Che definitely needs to find out the details.”

Zheng Zihan smiled politely, put down her handbag, and quietly told Chi's mother that she was going to the restroom before leaving.

As soon as they left the private room, they saw them walking towards the parking lot. Zheng Zihan deliberately slowed down and followed behind. Fortunately, the opera music drowned out the sound of her high heels on the ground. Neither of them spoke until they reached the parking lot.

Jiang Yang patted Chi Ruiche on the shoulder, smiled helplessly, and swallowed back the words that were about to come out, "Don't see her off, don't keep Miss Zheng waiting."

Chi Ruiche didn't respond. He watched Jiang Yang leave the parking lot exit before turning around. He didn't immediately return to the private room. Instead, he leaned against the wall, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit them.

Smoke rings slowly rose as Chi Ruiche gazed into the distance, looking lost and dejected.

Zheng Zihan was a bit far away and couldn't see his expression clearly. He was talking on the phone with someone, his face expressionless, and she couldn't hear what he was saying. She didn't dare to get too close for fear of being discovered.

"Instead of spending time with his girlfriend, Chi Da has time to call me."

On the phone, Lü Haotian deliberately mocked him, emphasizing the word "girlfriend".

Is Jiang Yi with you?

Chi Ruiche got straight to the point; his intuition told him that Jiang Yi had something on his mind, especially since Jiang Yang seemed hesitant to speak.

"Under what pretext are you using now?"

Lu Haotian is a man with a gentle and elegant appearance, but every time he speaks, he strikes a chord with people.

"Are you there?!"

Chi Ruiche didn't want to talk to him too much; he just needed to find out where Jiang Yi was.

"No."

Even through the phone, Lü Haotian could sense that Chi Ruiche's words were a low growl. He was anxious. It was truly rare to see Chi Ruiche, who could always strategize and control everything, get anxious.

Chi Ruiche hung up the phone, took a few more deep drags of his cigarette, stubbed it out, and was about to return to the private room when he turned around and saw Zheng Zihan smiling at him.

"Auntie saw that you hadn't come for a long time, so she asked me to come and see you," Zheng Zihan said, feigning modesty. She had prepared her excuse since she came over.

"Ah."

Chi Ruiche was clearly uninterested in her words and gave a perfunctory reply. On the way back, Zheng Zihan followed behind, but Chi Ruiche walked hurriedly and showed no intention of waiting for her.

Zheng Zihan obediently sat back down next to Chi's mother. Chi Ruiche and Chi's grandfather were talking, but the old man's expression remained indifferent.