A pond full of blooming flowers, an ultimate addiction.

"Have you gone to the hospital for a check-up? You can't keep vomiting like this," Cui Xiuling said with a worried expression.

Wang Ruozhi calmed down, wiped away her tears, and took a deep breath to feel a little better. "Mom, it's okay. I was just being greedy and didn't watch what I was eating."

Cui Xiuling also slowed down, and the four of them sat on a stone bench in the garden, chatting and laughing.

Jiang Chen, her face flushed, placed her hand on Jiang Yang's body, swaying slightly. "Continue. How can you be my brother-in-law without a good capacity for alcohol?"

In contrast, Chi Ruiche remained calm, holding his wine glass, sniffing it, and then drinking it down in one gulp, as easily as drinking water.

Grandpa Jiang and Jiang Yongqing watched with amusement as the three young men drank back and forth. In the end, Jiang Chen, who had the loudest voice, was the first to wave his hand, slump onto the table, and begin to look dazed, completely losing his earlier boldness.

"Xiao Chen, I wonder who he takes after in terms of personality?" Jiang Yongqing said to his grandfather, whose drunken appearance was just like the old man's.

Grandpa Jiang stretched out his cane to tap him, but Jiang Yong ran away and helped Jiang Chen back to the bedroom. "You two chat, I'll take him to rest."

"Xiao Che, would you like to play a game with me?" Grandpa Jiang came from a prestigious family and had loved Go since childhood. He was an excellent Go player and usually enjoyed playing Go, growing flowers, and sipping tea.

"Okay." Chi Ruiche remained sober, drank the last sip of wine in his glass, and followed Grandpa Jiang into the study, instructing Aunt Meng to make tea to help him sober up.

Jiang Yang had also drunk quite a bit. The alcohol had numbed him, making him unsteady on his feet and sway from side to side. He eventually collapsed onto the sofa to rest.

When Wang Ruozhi returned to the living room, she saw Jiang Yang, who reeked of alcohol. His suit and tie were undone, and several buttons were undone. Youjun helped him take him back to his bedroom.

"Honey, drink some hangover medicine." Wang Ruozhi fed him some water, helped him take off his suit, and then fell into a deep sleep.

In the garden, only Cui Xiuling and Jiang Yi remained. Jiang Yi was a little nervous, constantly rubbing her bracelet. Her mother hadn't said much today, and her expression was somewhat serious.

"Xiao Yi, you're not a child anymore." Cui Xiuling's smile was a little stiff, and she hesitated to speak.

Jiang Yi stared at Cui Xiuling, "Mom, I'm serious."

Cui Xiuling calmed herself down and her eyes softened. "I know, what I meant was that even though you and Chi Ruiche have confirmed your relationship, it's not good for a girl to always stay at a boy's house."

"Mom, I..." Jiang Yixin lowered her head in embarrassment.

“Your brother helped you cover it up, but I know you too well.” Cui Xiuling patted Jiang Yi’s hand. “You’re still young, and Xiao Che is seven years older than you, so it’s inevitable… what do you think?” She hesitated for a moment, then felt too embarrassed to speak.

"Mom, have you misunderstood something?" Jiang Yi thought for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"It's good that you understand. Mom isn't old-fashioned. I just hope you take precautions for your safety." When Cui Xiuling received Jiang Yang's call, she knew that Jiang Yi must be living with Chi Ruiche, but considering the girl's feelings, she couldn't help but nag a bit.

Jiang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, threw herself into Cui Xiuling's arms, and smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Mom." Her coquettish tone was pleasing to everyone.

"Mom hopes you can live a happy and fulfilling life forever." Cui Xiuling's words were as warm and gentle as a spring breeze.

"Mom, Che and I are just simply together." Jiang Yi blushed and muttered softly. She had hinted at it to Chi Ruiche, but he always remained as celibate as a monk.

"Good, I knew I hadn't misjudged him." Cui Xiuling was even more satisfied with Chi Ruiche now.

The game between Grandpa Jiang and Chi Ruiche has entered a heated stage, and every move requires careful consideration. In this battle between black and white, it is not only a contest of wisdom but also a battle of the mind.

"Your grandfather's idea is to arrange your engagement with Xiao Yi after the charity gala." The air was filled with the faint aroma of tea. Grandpa Jiang took a sip, the steaming tea easing the tense atmosphere.

Chi Ruiche gazed at the chessboard, his fingertips lightly gliding over the pieces. "Grandpa has his own plans."

"In Go, once a move is made, there's no going back." Grandpa Jiang's voice grew a little heavier as he placed his piece, and his eyes showed appreciation for Chi Ruiche.

“I admit it, Grandpa Jiang.” The game between the two ended, and this time Chi Ruiche won by one move. His eyes were sharp and his face was calm and composed.

"The younger generation surpasses the older generation." Grandpa Jiang smiled happily. "I've spoiled Xiao Yi. My selfish wish is that you can be more tolerant of her."

"I will." Chi Ruiche stood up straight, his eyes filled with determination.

"I drank too much." Grandpa Jiang pretended to rub his temples.

"Grandpa, Xiao Che." Jiang Yang had recovered a bit after a nap and knocked on the door; it was getting late.

"Grandpa, I'll take my leave now." Chi Ruiche bowed slightly, humble and polite.

The group saw Chi Ruiche off, and the once bustling villa fell silent. Everyone else returned to their rooms to rest, leaving Jiang Yi in the garden, gazing at the twinkling stars and lost in thought.

Late at night, moonlight bathed the earth. Grandpa Chi was waiting for Chi Ruiche in the living room, his unfathomable eyes sending chills down one's spine. "How did it go?"

"Grandpa Jiang brought up the engagement." Chi Ruiche looked at Grandpa Chi at eye level, his expression still calm and composed.

"Yes, let's find some time to have a proper meal. Xiao Yi is someone we've watched grow up, so we can't be impolite," Grandpa Chi said calmly. "The charity gala was planned by Cheng Ling. You brothers should get along well; they'll be your right-hand men in the future."

“Yes.” Chi Ruiche did not refute. The contest between the two had already begun, and what he needed to do was to remain unchanged.