My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

Li Bo looked up: "Wanshi hired Wanqiao Law Firm as its corporate legal counsel?"

Zhou Yanshao's gaze darkened: "Hmm."

"Did you know about Ning Zhi being dismissed from Wanqiao Law Firm a couple of days ago?"

After Li Bo asked the question, Zhou Yanshao did not answer, his brows furrowed and his expression solemn.

So, Li Bo came to Xizi Bay today to cook for Ning Zhicai, and he did it so perfunctorily?

Zhou Yanshao was furious and didn't want to eat. He really wanted to stand up and question Li Bo, but if he did that, things would really fall apart, and Li Bo would probably leave the capital immediately and never come back to see him.

Zhou Yanshao suppressed his temper and softly hummed in agreement.

"Zhou Yanshao," Li Bo called him gently, "I know you hate me. If you have any problems, you can come at me. There's no need to make things difficult for him. Ning Zhi worked his way up from a small, third-tier city to the capital, enduring a lot of hardship. I don't want our issues to affect his work. A lawyer's reputation in the industry is very important."

"...Oh." Zhou Yanshao asked, "You know about him?"

"I know. I've already had someone verify it, and it's the same as what he told me. The daughter of the partner at Wanqiao Law Firm in Country M has never actually been in a relationship with him; she's just acting to avoid pressure to get married. He has absolutely no moral issues, and I can vouch for that."

"Okay." Zhou Yanshao put down his chopsticks and went to the bathroom.

Li Bo watched Zhou Yanshao's retreating figure, hesitant to speak.

After Zhou Yanshao returned, he sat down again, but lost his appetite and stopped eating halfway through his meal. "You came to see me just to talk about this?"

Li Bo had finally taken the initiative to visit him and even cooked him a meal, which was rare for him, and it was all for Ning Zhi's sake. Zhou Yanshao had no appetite to continue eating.

"Coming to see you was my decision, and it has nothing to do with Ning Zhi."

"oh."

Li Bo looked at Zhou Yanshao's bowl and asked, "Want some more? You haven't eaten much."

"I don't want to eat anymore."

Li Bo stood up. "Then I'll clean it up for you and then I'll leave."

Zhou Yanshao picked up his chopsticks again. Li Bo paused for two seconds, then sat back down and ate with Zhou Yanshao for a while longer.

The dinner table was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.

The meal lasted unusually long; no one stood up or spoke much until Zhou Yanshao put down his chopsticks, ending the silence.

Li Bo reached out again to clear the dishes, but Zhou Yanshao refused, saying, "No need to clear them; someone will come to clean them tomorrow."

"Okay... it's getting late, I'll be going now." Li Bo glanced at his watch; it was almost eight o'clock.

Li Bo is always like this; once he achieves his goal, he distances himself from him.

Zhou Yanshao watched as Li Bo picked up his suit jacket from the chair, rolled down his sleeves, and prepared to leave, his eyes red-rimmed.

Li Bo turned around and saw Zhou Yanshao's expression, his heart aching: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Yanshao, hands in his pockets, said, "Your cooking is terrible."

"...It's been a long time since I've done this, so I'm a bit rusty."

"You're just giving me the runaround."

"No, I worked on it for a long time." Li Bo asked, "Are you angry about this?"

"I'm not angry."

"It's good that he wasn't angry." If the last meal made Zhou Yanshao angry and had a bad experience, it wouldn't be a good memory.

The rain started to patter down outside the window, a sudden downpour. As Li Boguang listened to the rain, his injured ribs and right leg, which had been fitted with steel nails, inexplicably began to ache.

Li Bo asked, "Do you have an umbrella?"

"no."

"..." Li Bo frowned. There must be umbrellas in Xizi Bay, and Li Bo even knew exactly where the umbrellas were. It was Zhou Yanshao who didn't want to lend him the umbrellas.

Li Bo knew that Zhou Yanshao still harbored resentment towards him.

He didn't say much, draped his coat over his arm, and prepared to leave. Zhou Yanshao stood up from his seat. "I'll see you out."

Li Bo didn't refuse: "Okay."

It's nice to be able to spend more time with Zhou Yanshao.

The person who just said they didn't have an umbrella went upstairs to get one.

Li Bo put on his coat, sat down, lowered his head, and rubbed his right calf, the injured area.

When Zhou Yanshao came down, he happened to see this scene. He strode over and squatted down in front of Li Bo. Li Bo was startled and asked, "What—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yanshao rolled up Li Bo's trouser leg and saw a faint scar.

"Are you injured?"

"It was a long time ago, I accidentally fell," Li Bo lied.

Li Bo's right leg wasn't injured in a fall; it was broken by being brutally beaten.

Whenever it rains, Li Bo feels a bit damp and cold, and a bit of pain. This is probably because he was in pain frequently during the first year after his injury, and he has become accustomed to recalling that pain ever since. So now, he is reluctant to go out on rainy days.

Zhou Yanshao pinched Li Bo's calf, lifted it up and looked at it for a while. He knew more about sports injuries than anyone else, so this couldn't have been from a fall.

Li Bo looked down at Zhou Yanshao. Zhou Yanshao's fingertips were very hot. When he rubbed Li Bo's calf, it was a little itchy, and he also felt that it didn't hurt as much.

"Does it still hurt now?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's been a long time." Li Bo moved his leg, which was being tightly restrained.

Zhou Yanshao looked up. "How did you fall?"

Li Bo lowered his head, Zhou Yanshao looked up, their eyes met, they were very close, their breaths brushing against each other's faces, soft and gentle. Li Bo looked at the worry in Zhou Yanshao's eyes, his heart pounding.

I wasn't looking where I was going when I went up the stairs, and I fell.

"You're lying." Zhou Yanshao tightened his grip on Li Bo's calf. Because of the angle between them, it gave the strange impression that Li Bo had his legs draped over Zhou Yanshao's shoulders.

"..."

Li Bo's face flushed slightly, and he was a little out of breath. He looked away, licked his lips, and felt hot all over. He didn't know how to answer.

Zhou Yanshao pulled down his trouser leg and said coldly, "You lie all the time."

Li Bo had promised him that he wouldn't be with anyone else.

Deceiving.

Li Bo had promised Zhou Yanshao many things, but he hadn't kept any of them.

Li Bo is a habitual liar; he doesn't even blink when he lies.

Li Bo looked down at Zhou Yanshao gently smoothing his trouser leg and laughed, "I'm not some kind of gentleman."

Li Bo often lies, but he gives all his few acts of honesty to Zhou Yanshao.

Zhou Yanshao got up, picked up his umbrella, walked to the door, opened it, went to the garage, drove the car to the door, and took Li Bo back to the hotel.

On the way, Zhou Yanshao asked, "Was he very good to you before?"

"Ning Zhi?"

"Um."

"It's great," Li Bo said. "When I was very young, my mother kept me locked in the house. She wouldn't let me go out to play, and I had nothing to eat. I couldn't even go to school. He often came to bring me food."

"Are they all spicy?"

Li Bo said helplessly, "People in Guizhou generally eat spicy food."

"Um."

Zhou Yanshao's tone was indifferent, but in reality, Ning Zhi wasn't doing too well either.

Ning Zhi often brought food to Li Bo, but it was always spicy. Li Bo didn't like spicy food and was also allergic to lettuce. Zhou Yanshao knew all this, but Ning Zhi didn't.

Ning Zhi simply appeared earlier than him, thus winning in terms of timing.