My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

The car stopped in front of the hotel; the Porsche was gone. Li Bo unbuckled his seatbelt: "Be careful on the way back."

"Um."

"During training, don't be too aggressive. Some sports injuries are irreversible." Li Bo's hand was on the car door, ready to open it at any time.

"oh."

"I'll be going now, goodnight."

Li Bo opened the car door, got out, and went upstairs. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down. The black G-Wagon didn't drive away for a long time.

Li Bo took a shower and went to bed. The next morning, he went to Dafeng's headquarters. The planning director had returned, and Li Bo spent the whole morning handling handover matters with him. Li Bo had no work in the afternoon and could go back to the hotel to rest. He would have another meeting the next morning, and then Li Bo's work would be finished, and he could leave Beijing.

Li Bo found a guesthouse, bought groceries, and cooked a meal. His secretary was a little surprised. He often went to Li Bo's house to help him get documents, but in the past few years, he had never seen a pot or pan at Li Bo's house. He had always thought that Li Bo couldn't cook.

It turns out Li Bo can cook.

But... since he's leaving tomorrow, it's really strange that Li Bo isn't resting properly today and even went to a guesthouse to cook.

Li Bo rolled up his sleeves and asked his secretary, "Can you cook?"

"Yes, do you need me to help out?"

"It's alright, no need," Li Bo said with a smile. "Just taste it for me."

The secretary didn't quite understand the meaning of that sentence.

When the dish was cooked, Li Bo asked his secretary to taste it to see if it was salty. He added salt very carefully each time, which made the secretary even more suspicious.

"I think the taste is just right, not too salty or too bland." The secretary paused for a moment, looking at the food on the table, which was more than enough for two people. "Does Jianyue always send some to her friends? Everyone's taste and perception of saltiness are different. I prefer it milder. Why don't you try it yourself and see how it goes?"

Li Bo smiled and said, "I can't taste it."

The secretary's pupils dilated: "?"

It took him a while to understand that Li Bo meant literally when he said he couldn't taste the flavor.

Because Li Bo didn't taste the food when he cooked it.

Is this why Li Bo doesn't cook? How could someone not taste the flavor? Why wouldn't they taste it? Were they injured?

Li Bo prepared the dishes, left a portion on the table for his secretary, packed it up, and sent it to Xizi Bay.

When Li Bo arrived at Xizi Bay, the florist was moving flowers, and the housekeeper, Uncle Wang, was helping. The florist looked up, saw Li Bo, and smiled at him.

Uncle Wang followed the gaze and looked over: "Mr. Bo... Mr. Bo?"

Uncle Wang looked like he'd seen a ghost!

Li Bo smiled and said, "Uncle Wang, it's been a long time."

"Uh...you...Mr. Bo, about that fire five years ago, you..." Uncle Wang stammered.

"Well, I'm lucky to have survived." Li Bo said, "Uncle Wang, could you please call Yan Shao? I've brought him lunch. Tell him to come home for lunch if it's convenient for him."

"Oh...okay, okay...I'll call the young master right away." Uncle Wang's hands were still covered in mud, and he didn't bother to wash them off. He took out his phone and called Zhou Yanshao. Uncle Wang was so shocked to see Li Bo that he forgot he had just called Zhou Yanshao half an hour ago. Zhou Yanshao had been asked to stay at the Wan Mansion for dinner.

Li Bo placed the food on the dining table, rolled up his sleeves, and helped move the flowers to the indoor greenhouse.

The florist chatted with him: "Are you a friend of Young Master Zhou?"

"It used to be."

The word "before" puzzled the florist. Did they... have a fight?

"Young Master Zhou is someone who particularly dislikes accepting favors. The fact that he's willing to accept your flowers means there's still room for negotiation. Although people outside say that Young Master Zhou has a bad temper, he actually has a very good temper. I've never seen him lose his temper."

"Mm." Li Bo nodded with a smile.

Seeing that Li Bo didn't say much, the florist changed the subject and started talking about flower care.

The flowers took a long time to move. After moving them, Li Bo began to arrange the flowers, picked up the pot of the epiphyllum, put it in a corner, and then carefully began to transplant it into the pot of Xizi Bay.

While he was engrossed in his work, the florist would glance at him every now and then; Li Bo's movements were very professional.

Do you grow flowers too?

"I used to keep them as pets to pass the time."

After Zhou Yanshao went to Northern Europe, Li Bo kept flowers and fish, but Li Bo was always too busy to take care of them. The flowers withered and the fish died, so Li Bo stopped ruining these things.

As the two were chatting, a tall figure appeared in front of Li Bo at some point, blocking Li Bo's view.

Li Bo raised his head.

Zhou Yanshao asked coldly, "You ate it?"

"Not yet, I'll come over as soon as I've finished tending to this epiphyllum."

"Hmm." Zhou Yanshao didn't leave; he stood to the side, watching Li Bo transplant the epiphyllum.

After Li Bo finished, he stood up, clapped his hands, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then sat down to eat.

Li Bo picked up his chopsticks and looked at Zhou Yanshao: "How's the taste this time?"

"Um."

"That's good." Li Bo was finally relieved and lowered his head to eat.

After the meal, Li Bo said, "I'm leaving tomorrow. Come back to the capital often when you have time. Master Wan is getting old."

"oh."

"Consider those flowers my wedding gift to you."

Zhou Yanshao's face stiffened as he stared at Li Bo, speechless for a long time.

Li Bo didn't care whether he actually had a girlfriend or not, didn't ask anything, and even gave him a wedding gift...

Seeing that Zhou Yanshao remained silent, Li Bo got up to leave.

Zhou Yanshao took a deep breath, "Li Bo..."

Li Bo looked at him: "Hmm?"

"We can be friends."

Six years ago, Zhou Yanshao refused to be friends, saying he wanted to cut ties completely and never have any lingering connections. In reality, these were just angry words; he simply wanted Li Bo to contact him one last time.

Li Bo didn't contact him, and perhaps he didn't even know that Li Bo had blocked him.

Zhou Yanshao was just angry, so he blocked Li Bo's social media accounts, but he never blocked Li Bo's phone number.

Li Bo never called him.

Li Bo's indifference angered Zhou Yanshao.

He never expected that the next news he received about Li Bo would be news of his death.

Zhou Yanshao was scared and didn't want to cut off contact with Li Bo, so he retracted his previous statement.

As long as we can contact each other, being friends is fine too...

"No, you're quite right. You can't be friends with your ex. It's easy to cause misunderstandings, and it's pointless to stay in a lingering relationship. It's unfair to anyone's next partner," Li Bo said. "People always have to move on."

Li Bo picked up his coat and left.

As he reached the door, Zhou Yanshao's emotions erupted.

"Li Bo!"

Li Bo paused in his steps.

"If you dare leave the capital, I will never care about you again, and I will never look for you again!"

Zhou Yanshao's tone was threatening, intimidating, angry, and also trying to persuade him to stay.

Li Bo dared to leave Beijing and Xizi Bay, so Zhou Yanshao never went to ski resorts in Russia again.

The warm sunlight outside shone on Li Bo. He turned slightly to look at Zhou Yanshao, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and smiled slightly: "Okay."

No need to look for him.

If Li Bo wanted to, no one could find him.

He wasn't planning to stay in Haicheng for long.