My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

A year ago, Zhou Yanshao deleted Li Bo because Li Bo didn't reply to his messages.

Zhou Yanshao was injured, and he even took the initiative to call and message Li Bo. This even made the news. Li Bo has a very old-fashioned habit of listening to the news every day when he wakes up, washes up, and eats. Li Bo couldn't possibly not know this. He deliberately didn't reply, or rather, he didn't want to reply.

From then on, Zhou Yanshao never sent him another message, and then... Li Bo could no longer see Zhou Yanshao's Moments.

Zhou Yanshao raised an eyebrow in surprise, his tone sarcastic: "You know I deleted you?"

"……Um."

On November 23, Zhou Yanshao deleted Li Bo's contact.

Li Bo not only knew, but also remembered it very clearly.

The cold wind carried Zhou Yanshao's voice from afar: "Li Bo, it's late."

"……Feel sorry."

Li Bo smiled, still maintaining his refined and gentle demeanor.

Li Bo turned and left, but Zhou Yanshao didn't move. After he had taken three or four steps, the wind blew over with his cold words: "Don't call me so intimately. We're not familiar. From now on, please call me by my full name."

Li Bo froze, unsure of what to do...

Are you not familiar with each other?

We're not familiar with each other now.

"I'll definitely do it next time."

Li Bo frowned deeply, but continued walking as if nothing was wrong, though his steps down the mountain felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

After leaving the Zhou family's old house, when he got into the car, the driver looked at his wet cheeks and searched the car but couldn't find a towel. He could only hand him a tissue: "Mr. Bo, wipe your face first, I'll turn on the air conditioning."

"Okay, thank you."

The temperature in the car rose, and Li Bo felt a little warmer. The driver drove to the city center, then drove back to the city center, found a convenience store, hurriedly got out of the car, bought a dry towel, and handed it to Li Bo in the back seat. Li Bo thanked him, wiped his face, slowly lit a cigarette, and suddenly asked the driver to turn around and drive to Xizi Bay.

The driver asked in surprise, "Mr. Bo bought a villa in Xizi Bay?"

"no."

Land in Xizi Bay is incredibly valuable; Li Bo can't afford to live there.

"Is Mr. Bo going to see a friend? Should he go home and change his clothes first? He'll be home soon, and his clothes are wet..."

"No need, it's nothing."

……

The car arrived at the foot of the mountain where the Xiziwan Villas were located. Without the villa owner's permission, they could not enter any further. Li Bo got out of the car and said to the driver, "You can go back now."

"Mr. Bo, it's impossible to get a taxi here, and it's so cold tonight. Why don't you sit in the car and wait for your friend to arrive before I leave?"

"No need, you can go back."

Li Bo was very stubborn, so the driver had no choice but to leave.

He leaned against the streetlamp, his hands trembling with cold. He lit a cigarette, his movements shaky. The security guard at the booth, seeing his expensive suit and the fact that he had gotten out of a Bentley, assumed he was someone of high status. The guard invited Li Bo to wait inside the booth, saying it was air-conditioned and wouldn't be cold, but Li Bo declined.

Li Bo shook his head: "He has a bad temper, you have to coax him."

Zhou Yanshao is actually quite childish and a bit petty, but he's easy to coax. Once he's vented his anger and taken revenge, he feels better and will talk to people nicely.

Li Bo happens to be someone who is willing to provide an outlet for others' venting.

The security guard looked at Li Bo, who was soaking wet, with a puzzled expression. What terrible mistake had he made to be completely drenched like this? Even if he had a bad temper, he couldn't just leave someone standing there in this freezing weather...

I just don't understand the world of the rich.

Li Bo waited for four or five hours in the cold wind, and it was almost midnight when finally a black Rolls-Royce sped towards him, its speed undiminished, looking as if it was about to crash into him.

Li Bo saw it, shielded his eyes from the glare with his hand, but made no attempt to hide.

When the Rolls-Royce was only five meters away from Li Bo, Li Bo still didn't dodge. Just as the Rolls-Royce was about to hit Li Bo, the car stopped.

The driver's side window rolled down, and Zhou Yanshao poked his head out, his silver hair blowing in the wind: "What's up?"

"Yes, I'm waiting for you."

"Wait for me?" Zhou Yanshao scoffed and laughed.

"Um."

"What are you waiting for me to do?"

Zhou Yanshao chewed gum, tilted his head, and pressed his tongue against his cheek. He spoke in a very roguish way, which, combined with his cool and edgy face and beautiful silver hair, made him look like a proud and arrogant big dog.

"I'd like to talk to you, is that a good time?"

Zhou Yanshao found it amusing: "In the dead of night, where do you think is convenient?"

"..." Li Bo glanced at his watch: "If it's inconvenient, let's make an appointment next time. When you're free, I'll treat you to a cup of coffee."

A cold wind blew, and Li Bo's coat was blown open by the gale. His waist, which was tightly cinched in his vest, was very slim and his lines were clear. He lowered his head and buttoned his suit jacket with one hand. His knuckles were red. The night was really cold in the early morning, not to mention that he was wearing a wet suit. His hand was trembling as he buttoned the jacket.

Even though it was very cold, and even though I waited for several hours, I was still kicked out.

Li Bo remained calm and composed, maintaining his gentle and refined demeanor. He walked away from the car, took out his phone to call the driver, and the screen lit up—

Zhou Yanshao frowned, his tone languid: "Get in the car."

Li Bo paused for a second.

Zhou Yanshao urged impatiently, "Hurry up."

Li Bo realized what was happening, turned off the screen, and got into the car.

Zhou Yanshao rolled up the car window. It was a bit hot inside. Li Bo took off his wet suit jacket, under which was a dark vest. It wasn't too wet yet. He was afraid of wetting Zhou Yanshao's leather seat cushion, so he didn't lean back. His whole body was tense, and his smooth and tight waistline was clearly outlined.

Zhou Yanshao stepped on the gas and entered Xizi Bay.

Li Bo said, "Thank you."

"baffling."

Li Bo acquired the Zhou family winery, then provocatively showed up uninvited at the funeral, demanded that he add him back as a friend outside the cemetery, and now he's even bothering him at Xizi Bay... all this acting like he's begging for reconciliation is utterly baffling.

Two years ago, it was Li Bo who didn't reply to messages.

Li Bo, feeling "baffled," didn't say anything, but just kept his head down.

The night view of Xizi Bay is beautiful. After the rain, it is refreshing. Li Bo still clearly remembers that it rained on the night of Zhou Yanshao's birthday banquet two years ago.

Two years ago, Zhou Yanshao held a birthday banquet in Xizi Bay. After the banquet, the guests left, and Li Bo, having drunk too much, stayed overnight in Xizi Bay.

That evening, he presented himself to Zhou Yanshao as a birthday gift.