My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

Zhou Yanshao bought the house where Li Bo had lived at a high price and restored it to its original location using his own memories.

But he hadn't been to this place many times... He spent two years in Northern Europe, and even when he returned to China, he didn't come back very often. He didn't remember many things. Sometimes, Zhou Yanshao would sit on the sofa and smoke, feeling quite helpless.

When he remembers something, he'll buy some things and put them in.

Over five years, he pieced together the house like collecting fragments, making it feel complete.

Zhou Yanshao didn't believe Li Bo was dead, but the news said the fire burned for five days, so he had to believe it.

Zhou Yanshao sometimes has nightmares.

He wondered, would it hurt a lot when the fire burned his skin? Would Li Bo be in a lot of pain? Did he ask anyone for help? Would he cry?

Zhou Yanshao didn't know that; all he knew was that his last meeting with Li Bo was unpleasant.

He was mean to Li Bo.

He told Li Bo that once they broke up, they should cut ties cleanly.

If he hadn't said those things to Li Bo, had instead clung to Li Bo, sent him messages every day, and shown him more concern, would he have found out about Li Bo's accident sooner?

If he had stayed in the capital, would Li Bo have been spared from this accident?

Zhou Yanshao had no idea; he felt as if fate was playing a cruel joke on him.

If he had known it was the last time he would see Li Bo, he would never have been mean to him.

For the past five years, Zhou Yanshao has trained relentlessly.

He won trophies and medals one after another, but he wasn't happy.

The trophy that was promised to Li Bo was never delivered to him.

Sometimes, Zhou Yanshao would get angry, angry that Li Bo hadn't replied to his messages six years ago during the Winter Olympics.

The night before the match, he sent Li Bo a message, but Li Bo didn't reply or come to watch his match...

For the past five years, Zhou Yanshao has only returned to the capital once a year for three days. He spends time having meals with Wan Gong, visiting his parents, and staying overnight in Li Bo's room. Even though he tries very hard to control himself, it is difficult for him not to be angry at Wan Gong's actions. But Wan Gong is his only relative, and he is both helpless and angry, caught in a huge contradiction.

In the end, it turned into self-loathing.

The emotional backlash made his illness worse.

……

In the afternoon, Li Bo was woken up by a phone call.

The general manager called to say that Dafeng had won the bid, and Wanshi Group had finalized their project proposal.

Li Bo deserves much credit for winning this bid!

Li Bo was somewhat surprised, his smile was not very bright, and his tone was flattering: "This time, Dafeng's Beijing headquarters will take another big step forward."

The general manager abruptly stopped speaking, then smiled and said, "The celebration banquet is at 6:30 pm. I'll have the driver pick you up. Dress formally."

"it is good."

Li Bo hung up the phone.

At 6 p.m., the driver picked up Li Bo and his secretary and took them to the banquet.

Li Bo, dressed in a light brown suit and vest, was greeted by the general manager as soon as he arrived. "You've finally arrived."

The general manager's assistant led Secretary Li Bo to a private room first.

The general manager placed his hand on Li Bo's back, put his arm around him, and patted him gently: "Jian Yue, you deserve a lot of credit for this collaboration. Mr. Wan said he really likes your proposal and wants you to stay in Beijing to participate in the project personally."

"..." Li Bo's lips stiffened: "President Liu, it's inappropriate for me to take credit for someone else's work since I'm here halfway through to report on the project."

This project was not initially under Li Bo's responsibility.

If the head of the planning team at the Beijing headquarters hadn't fallen ill, Li Bo wouldn't have been sent to present the bid. Dafeng has won the bid, and the biggest contributor shouldn't be Li Bo at all. If he were to take over the project, it would really give others cause for gossip.

The general manager patted Li Bo on the shoulder. "That's what they say, but this was personally selected by Master Wan."

The general manager asked in a low voice, "I see you know Mr. Jiang from Platinum Ray. You must have worked in Beijing before, right? You know who Mr. Wan is. Getting this project is a huge leap forward for Dafeng."

"He admires you, and regardless of whether this is ethical or not, you have no right to refuse. As for the original planning director, I will handle the matter of appeasing him."

Li Bo declined again: "As Mr. Liu knows, I don't want to stay in Beijing."

"Jianyue, I have some idea about your resistance to the capital over the past two years. No matter who you offended or what it is, you don't want to stay in the capital. You can tell me. I have some connections in the capital and can help you solve many problems."

"..." Li Bo gave a wry smile.

The people and things he's messed up are beyond the ability of even General Manager Wan, let alone General Manager Liu.

Mr. Liu continued to persuade her, but stopped just before pushing open the door, saying, "Think it over carefully."

Mr. Liu pushed open the door and entered, his large hand still around Li Bo's shoulder. He smiled broadly and said to Mr. Wan at the main table, "There was a bit of traffic on the way, so I arrived late. Please forgive me, Mr. Wan. It was my fault for having the driver arrive late."

Wan Gong looked at Li Bo: "Yes, sit down."

Li Bo froze the moment he entered the private room. His sharp gaze instinctively fell on Zhou Yanshao, who was standing next to Wan Gong. Zhou Yanshao was wearing a sharp black suit tonight, and his black hair was particularly dazzling under the lights.

Li Bo felt a lump in his throat.

After regaining my senses, I noticed that there were only two empty seats in the room, one of which was the seat where General Manager Liu had sat, and there was wine in his glass.

There's one more empty seat next to Zhou Yanshao.

Li Bo frowned.

Zhou Yanshao also looked unwell, his gaze fixed on President Liu's hand.

Mr. Liu put his arm around Li Bo's shoulder and noticed that Li Bo's body was a little stiff. He looked down and asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Bo whispered, "Mr. Liu, I'd like to switch seats with you."

"Hmm?" Mr. Liu didn't think much of it. Li Bo rarely made requests, so he guessed that Li Bo didn't want to steal the limelight and agreed: "Okay."

Just as General Manager Liu was about to sit down next to Zhou Yanshao.

Wan Kai said, "Let the younger generation sit together; people of the same age have more to talk about."

Upon hearing this, General Manager Liu looked at Li Bo and said with a smile, "That's true."

Since Master Wan had spoken, President Liu couldn't refuse, so he gave Li Bo a reassuring look, as if to say: It's alright, since Master Wan has spoken, no one will say anything.

Finally, Li Bo steeled himself and sat down next to Zhou Yanshao.

Li Bo was unpacking the cutlery when his hands trembled slightly. He used too much force and accidentally knocked over a glass, which shattered on the ground. Li Bo bent down to look at it, worried that the glass might get stepped on again and stick to the sole of his leather shoe. He wanted to take it back to the hotel and pick up the still relatively intact bottom of the stemmed glass first and put it aside.

A strong hand gripped his wrist.

Zhou Yanshao said in a deep voice, "Be careful of the glass..."

"Hey, waiter!" Mr. Liu called out, "The glass is broken, please fix it."

Zhou Yanshao gripped Li Bo's wrist tightly with his large hand, his knuckles exerting considerable force. Li Bo felt a slight pain, but he didn't complain. He simply looked at Zhou Yanshao's warm hand.

This is Zhou Yanshao's left hand, the one that was injured before; there's still a faint scar on the back of his hand.

Zhou Yanshao held his hand for a long time before letting go when the waiter came to deal with the glass.

Li Bo stood up, pulled his chair back, and asked the waiter to clean it before sitting down.

Mr. Liu initiated the conversation: "I heard that Mr. Zhou has been dating a girlfriend for two or three years. Is good news on the horizon?"