My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

Li Bo pulled Zhou Yanshao to sit down at the table, opened the takeout box, took out a pair of chopsticks, and handed them to Zhou Yanshao.

Zhou Yanshao frowned: "You ate it?"

Li Bo: "I ate something at the company."

"With your secretary again?"

"..."

"You asked him to dinner but couldn't you ask me to have dinner with you?" Zhou Yanshao grew angrier the more he thought about it, his tone fierce: "Did you go to the hospital for an IV drip?"

"They gave me a fever-reducing injection."

Zhou Yanshao took a mercury thermometer out of his pocket and placed it on the table: "This one is more accurate, just hold it in your mouth."

Li Bo took the mercury thermometer; the packaging was warm from being held in his pocket for who knows how long.

Li Bo opened the thermometer, shook it, glanced at it, and saw that the mercury hadn't come off. Just as he was about to shake it a second time, Zhou Yanshao took the thermometer from his hand, shook it, and looked at the descending thermometer: "Open your mouth."

Li Bo opened his lips and bit down on the thermometer.

Zhou Yanshao felt a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen as he watched Li Bo's actions.

Two years ago, Li Bo drank alcohol that night, and his whole body, from his neck to his legs, turned pink. He was incredibly docile, and would open his mouth at the slightest prompting.

Li Bo has a red mole on his thigh.

Whenever he struggled to leave, Zhou Yanshao would hold down his legs and bully him mercilessly, refusing to stop until he was coaxed, and he also liked to rub the red mole with something.

Zhou Yanshao snapped out of his daze and immediately realized that Li Bo had chosen the inheritance instead of him, which made him angry.

If interests are more important to him, will Li Bo submit to others for the sake of interests in the future?

Zhou Yanshao didn't know, but the thought made him glare fiercely at Li Bo: "If you ever dare to like your secretary, I'll break your legs."

"...?"

"No one else will do either." Zhou Yanshao's attitude was firm: "If you choose equity, you'll be living alone from now on."

If Li Bo chooses the shares, he will no longer be able to win Zhou Yanshao's love.

Before Zhou Yanshao went abroad, he heard Li Bo suggest to his father that he send him abroad. In the year that he texted Li Bo, he didn't even question him, always waiting for Li Bo to give him an explanation, but he got nothing in return.

He deleted Li Bo, thinking Li Bo would add him back, but he didn't. This time back in China, he still held onto a last glimmer of hope, hoping Li Bo could give him a reasonable explanation. If Li Bo could give him an explanation, they could go back to the way things were.

But Li Bo's explanation was too cold and realistic.

Having grown up surrounded by love, Young Master Zhou has received everything he could want. He doesn't need Li Bo's love, so why should he waste his time waiting for someone who says he's important but doesn't even care about his life or death?

Everyone must take responsibility for their choices.

Zhou Yanshao left Li Bo, and many people liked him and treated him well.

Zhou Yanshao wanted Li Bo to experience the same suffering he had endured these past two years. He wouldn't allow Li Bo to accept kindness from others, and would only let Li Bo watch as his life improved. Whether this was a childish punishment or a forceful command, Zhou Yanshao wouldn't allow anyone to touch Li Bo, nor would he allow Li Bo to be with anyone else.

Li Bo nodded solemnly and agreed.

Li Bo is Zhou Yanshao's legacy; whatever Zhou Yanshao says goes.

A minute later, Li Bo took out the thermometer and was about to check it when Zhou Yanshao took it from him. "37.8 degrees Celsius, much better. Take the medicine for another day."

"Hmm." Li Bo wiped the thermometer clean with an alcohol swab and put it into the sterilization box.

The shirt was rolled up at the wrist, and the red marks on Li Bo's wrist were very obvious. His skin was already very thin, and two years ago that night, his legs were rubbed red, let alone his wrists.

After finishing his meal, Zhou Yanshao washed his hands, took out the scar-reducing gel, and tossed it on the table, letting Li Bo apply it himself. Li Bo touched his wrist: "It's just a small injury, it's nothing. But after applying the medicine, I still have to be careful to avoid it, it's too much trouble."

"Tsk." Zhou Yanshao found a cotton swab, grabbed Li Bo's wrist, and applied the medicine to his wrist.

After applying the medicine, Zhou Yanshao looked up and his gaze fell on the bite mark on Li Bo's neck.

Li Bo deserved to be bitten.

Zhou Yanshao threw away the cotton swab.

Li Bo's phone rang. It was a call from the ski resort manager, asking if Li Bo was coming that night.

Li Bo glanced at Zhou Yanshao.

Zhou Yanshao's alarm bells rang: "Is it your secretary again?"

"...No." Li Bo smiled and said to the manager, "Let's do it another day. I probably won't be coming tonight."

The manager noticed someone was next to Li Bo and kindly reminded him, "Li Bo, there's something I'm about to say that you might not like to hear."

"Um?"

"There's no need for that."

The manager knew that Li Bo had booked the ski resort for Zhou Yanshao. He had called Zhou Yanshao, and the young master's tone sounded quite fierce. Everyone in Beijing knew that Li Bo was vying for the Zhou family's inheritance and was irreconcilably at odds with Zhou Yanshao.

At this critical juncture, if Li Bo arranges a ski resort for Zhou Yanshao, it's already a miracle that Zhou doesn't suspect that Li Bo is trying to rob and kill him; how could he possibly accept it?

Although the manager was unaware of Li Bo's affair with the Zhou family, it would be difficult for Li Bo to take away the Zhou family's inheritance. A large family like the Zhou family was not easy to deal with; at most, he would only get a sum of money. No matter how well Li Bo tried to curry favor with Zhou Yanshao, it would be useless.

That's unnecessary and just asking for trouble.

Li Bo smiled and said, "I know what I'm doing."

Having said that, the person in charge had nothing more to say and hung up the phone.

Li Bo said, "The ski resort called. It's the weekend tomorrow, and I'm unusually free. Want to go skiing with you?"

Li Bo used to accompany Zhou Yanshao skiing.

"No, I don't want to go."

"Can you manage without training for half a month?" Li Bo knew that Nordic combined requires a lot of endurance and explosive power, and Zhou Yanshao had to train every day, working very hard.

"It doesn't matter," Zhou Yanshao said. "Come back to Xizi Bay with me, I'm sleepy."

"Okay, I'll drive."

Knowing that Young Master Zhou didn't like being a driver, Li Bo took the initiative to drive.

In the car, Zhou Yanshao kept staring at Li Bo's low-rise jeans. These jeans were really too low, so low that his V-line was clearly visible. If they were pulled down any further, everything would be visible.

The most striking thing is that Li Bo was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looked serious and refined while driving. No one would have guessed that beneath his elegant and refined face, he was wearing such sexy low-rise pants.

When the car arrived at the garage in Xizi Bay, Li Bo parked the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and went back to the villa with Zhou Yanshao.

Zhou Yanshao took a shower and came out wearing only a pair of shorts.

Xizi Bay has underfloor heating, so you won't feel cold even if you don't wear any clothes.

Li Bo had just finished washing up when the two met face to face.

Li Bo walked towards the guest room when he was suddenly grabbed around the waist and thrown onto the bed in the master bedroom. His gold-rimmed glasses bounced and slid down his nose. He spread his legs slightly, propped himself up with one hand, pushed up his glasses with the other, and looked up at Zhou Yanshao.

"Take it off."

"...?"

Zhou Yanshao, with his long legs, knelt on the bed and easily pulled Li Bo into the quilt, effortlessly taking off Li Bo's pants.

Sleeping with something between him made him very unhappy.

Li Bo felt uneasy sleeping without anything between him and Zhou Yanshao, who enjoyed the fear Li Bo felt towards him, especially in this respect.

Once you've tasted something good, you won't easily eat something else junk.

Zhou Yanshao's hand naturally found the red mole, and he stroked it with his fingertips, saying, "Go to sleep."