He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

It started raining again outside.

This year's rainy season seems to be exceptionally long; the incessant rain has been falling for almost a week now.

Siyi checked the weather forecast, which said it wouldn't clear up until tomorrow.

She wore a light grass-green shirt and blue jeans.

Holding a thick stack of documents, he came down from the room.

Every morning at this time, if Ye Zhenghao is home, he and Ye Xiongming will definitely be reading the newspaper in the living room.

As soon as she went downstairs, she saw Ye Zhenghao sitting on the sofa, leaning slightly forward, as if he was talking to Ye Xiongming.

Upon hearing Siyi come downstairs, he waved to her and said, "Siyi, Mom's back."

Siyi paused subconsciously, opening her mouth as if to say something, when a figure quickly emerged from the kitchen, gently calling her name, "Mom missed your first court appearance, but I saw the news reports, you did very well."

"Come on, everyone, come and have breakfast. I've prepared it."

Although Guan Fengru is over forty years old, she has a figure as graceful as a young woman. Even though she is no longer young, you can still see her stunning beauty from back then.

Perhaps because of her art background, she also possesses a captivating, dreamlike quality.

Actually, Siyi doesn't look like her at all; Siyi mostly resembles Ye Xiongming.

Ye Zhenghao, on the other hand, with his handsome features, has indeed inherited Guan Fengru's good looks.

Siyi stared intently at her mother's retreating figure, feeling a throbbing pain in her temple.

The image of the figure I had seen on the street just two days ago kept flashing through my mind, and I felt a deep sense of unease.

"Mom, did you just get back yesterday?"

At the dinner table, Siyi sat opposite Guan Fengru. While stirring her porridge, she asked a question cautiously.

"Yes, the seminar over there ended early, so I came back ahead of schedule."

"So you won't be going out for a while, right?"

"What's wrong? You weren't this dependent on your mother before."

Guan Fengru chuckled softly and glanced at Ye Xiongming. "Has your father been making too many demands on you lately?"

Siyi's heart skipped a beat, and her smile became a little stiff. "No, it's just... I just miss my mother's cooking."

Guan Fengru lowered her eyes and, looking from Siyi's direction, could see her eating.

Her soft female voice came through intermittently, "Um... I've been a bit busy lately... I have to go out again tomorrow."

Ye Xiongming finally fixed his gaze on his wife, his thick brows furrowing slightly. "Why are you always going out lately? Is there so much going on at school?"

"Yes, there are some tutorials to catch up on, and a few meetings. It was only decided at the last minute."

Ye Xiongming pondered for a moment, but didn't say anything more. He never interfered too much with his wife's work. "Take care of yourself. The weather has been fluctuating between hot and cold lately, so bring extra clothes when you go out."

"I know. Please be careful when I'm not home, and don't forget to take your blood pressure medication."

Siyi watched her parents showing concern for each other, and she didn't know why.

It has a slightly bitter taste, and there's always a feeling that's hard to describe.

She subconsciously glanced at Ye Zhenghao, who had remained silent the whole time.

Hesitantly, he wondered if he should tell his older brother about this as well.

She was really curious: her mother had returned the day before yesterday, so why didn't she come home right away?

Should she secretly investigate this matter?

Siyi was busy all day long.

Because she had just taken on another lawsuit, she didn't have time to overthink Guan Fengru's affairs.

She was the defendant's lawyer. The defendant owned an art gallery, but he didn't want his paintings to be sold as forgeries.

Because this gallery was quite famous in City A, the defendant naturally refused to compromise. An argument ensued, and before long, a few words were exchanged, and a fight broke out. As a result, the plaintiff's hand was cut by broken glass from the gallery.

Siyi had reviewed the documents and realized that an out-of-court settlement was entirely possible, since the case had actually been taken to court.

That had a huge impact on the defendant's gallery.

The defendant, Song, thought the same way. He wasn't afraid of losing money or going to court; what he feared was that his gallery's reputation would be ruined forever.

“Attorney Ye, you’re a woman too… and that injured woman is also a woman. Women can talk to each other more easily.”

The gallery owner, nicknamed Fatty Song because of his weight, spoke with his hands nervously resting on the table. "Attorney Ye, please help me no matter what. Actually... I'm willing to pay compensation. I really regret it now. That woman provoked me first, and I accidentally hurt my hand. Now she's accusing me of hitting her..."

"Mr. Song, please don't worry. I will review the documents and then I will schedule an appointment with the plaintiff's lawyer. We will try our best to help you reach an out-of-court settlement."

"That's wonderful, thank you, Attorney Ye!"

"Of course." Siyi closed the folder in her hand, thought for a moment, and said, "How about this, I happen to have some time this afternoon, and I'd like to go to your gallery."

"Alright then." Fatty Song stood up hurriedly. "Attorney Ye, I drove here. I'll go with you now."

"No need, I know where it is. You go ahead, I'll drive there myself."

Siyi arrived at the gallery half an hour later. The gallery was still open, but there weren't many customers.

When the staff inside saw Siyi arrive, they probably knew who she was and treated her very warmly.

"The boss said, 'Attorney Ye, feel free to look around. You can ask me any questions you may have.'"

"It's okay, you go ahead and do your work, I'll just take a look around."

Siyi dismissed the staff and strolled along the gallery's long corridor. Various paintings hung on the walls, with the gallery's prized possession, "Alluring Beauty," hanging at the very top.

This was the painting that the plaintiff had previously questioned as a fake. Siyi stood in front of the painting and observed it carefully for a while. To be honest, she wasn't very knowledgeable about paintings.

However, she had heard of "The Fallen City" before. It was the work of a famous artist, which explained why Fatty Song had gotten into a fight with someone over it.

She also knew that Fatty Song had already regarded this painting as the store's prized possession, and he would naturally not let it go if people questioned whether it was a fake.

If things go to court now, his gallery probably won't be able to stay open.

"It's really well drawn, isn't it?"

Just as I was engrossed in watching, a lazy male voice suddenly came from behind me, a voice that carried an inherently cold temperature.

The truth, which could not be concealed no matter what, made her feel a tingling sensation throughout her body.

Siyi turned around instinctively.

Jiang Yanhui stood not far from her, a nonchalant smile on his handsome face, but deep within his seemingly alluring peach blossom eyes lurked a bloodthirsty beast.

"What are you here for?"

She instinctively took a step back, avoiding his hot breath. "You were following me?"