My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

Li Bo left. After finishing his last meeting the next morning, his business trip was over. He didn't participate in the sightseeing tour of Beijing arranged by headquarters.

—He resigned.

Mr. Liu tried to persuade him for a long time.

Li Bo doesn't need to be transferred to Beijing; he can stay in Haicheng as before. He's already the president of a branch company and doesn't want to go to first- or second-tier cities, so there's almost no room for promotion, but his job is still pretty good.

After all, Dafeng is a listed company and has a good reputation in the industry. The benefits are good, and General Manager Liu especially values ​​Li Bo and is willing to give him a long annual leave.

It's not easy to find a boss and a position like that in a third-tier city.

After Mr. Liu finished speaking, Li Bo smiled faintly and said, "I haven't been feeling well lately and want to take a rest."

Mr. Liu's persuasion immediately stopped.

Li Bo has been working tirelessly at the Dafeng branch these past few days; his health is probably already ruined. He patted Li Bo on the shoulder: "If you ever want to come back, just send me a message."

"Okay, definitely."

Li Bo's words were just polite formalities.

He will not be returning to Dafeng.

Li Bo didn't know how much time he had left. He had been feeling noticeably tired lately and occasionally dizzy, wondering if it was because he saw the fire while cooking for Zhou Yanshao.

This time, Li Bo really wanted to stop and get some rest.

He doesn't have any work he has to do. Even if the sky falls, he doesn't necessarily have to hold it up himself. He is completely free and should live a more relaxed life.

Before leaving Beijing, Li Bo had lunch at the planning director's house.

Regarding the successful bid for the collaboration with Wanshi, Li Bo could have easily taken the credit while he was away, but he didn't. Furthermore, he had seen Li Bo's revised proposal, which was far superior and more professional than his own.

He was very grateful to Li Bo, after all, the cooperation with Wan Shi was a ladder to success for Dafeng, and also a ladder to success for him.

Li Bo just smiled and said, "I didn't do that much. This is what you deserve. I wish you a speedy promotion."

The two clinked glasses, Li Bo took a small sip, and then went back to the hotel with his secretary to pack his things before taking a flight back to Haicheng that evening.

After tidying up, the secretary came over to help Li Bo organize his things. On the bedside table, she saw a painting depicting a snow-covered snowfield and the aurora borealis. Under the aurora, a man carrying skis stood. The more the secretary looked at the man's back, the more familiar he seemed.

The secretary quickly recalled a figure in her mind—Zhou Yanshao.

The person in the painting looks a lot like Zhou Yanshao.

Li Bo took a shower and came out of the bathroom.

Secretary: "President Yue, about this painting..."

"Could you please call a courier to deliver this to my door? It's inconvenient to carry it around, so I'll mail it back."

"Okay." The secretary made a call to the courier company.

When Li Bo sent out the painting, he also sent out the key to Xiyuan. He was just about to leave for the airport early when he received a text message.

[The coffee shop downstairs. —Wan Zhong]

Li Bo and his secretary checked out of the hotel. He sent his secretary to the airport first, while he pushed his suitcase to a nearby coffee shop.

Mr. Wan had a grand entourage. Two bodyguards stood at the entrance of the coffee shop and opened the door for Li Bo from afar. Mr. Wan sat by the window, and when Li Bo went in, he didn't see anyone except a barista.

Li Bo has been staying in a hotel for the past two days and has passed by coffee shops frequently. The coffee shops are always packed with people, so he hasn't had a chance to go. This is the first time he's done so.

Li Bo placed his suitcase near the entrance: "A hot Americano, please."

Li Bo sat opposite Wan Gong.

Wan Gong looked away and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Um."

"Has Yan Shao contacted you in the last couple of days?"

"Yes, I've had two meals," Li Bo said casually.

Wan Gong sighed: "He hasn't returned to the capital much since you left."

"You should try to persuade him yourself."

"It's not that I didn't try to persuade him," Wan Gong said. "He's blaming me."

Zhou Yanshao blamed Wan Gong for taking everything from Li Bo and for concealing Li Bo's death.

The barista brought over the hot Americano: "Sir, your hot Americano."

"Thank you." Li Bo was polite, but his gaze turned cold and sharp as he looked at Wan Gongshi: "I am not responsible for your choices or selfish motives."

Li Bo voluntarily transferred his shares in Zhihuai and Qianyuan Capital to Wan Gong, and also voluntarily offered to leave the capital. However, the reason Wan Gong did not tell Zhou Yanshao the truth about his death could not have been because of Li Bo's instructions.

Li Bo's position with Wan Gong was not much different from his position with Zhou Huiyuan. He held no weight, like a chess piece, easily manipulated.

Wan Gong didn't tell Zhou Yanshao anything because he believed that Zhou Yanshao's love and hate for Li Bo would fade with time.

Wan Gong did not want the Wan family line to end.

This was Wan Gong's personal motive.

Li Bo is not responsible for or will not clean up the mess caused by such selfish motives.

Wan Gong frowned deeply: "If you are willing to stay in the capital, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Bo interrupted him with a brief laugh: "Lord Wan, you're treating me way too coldly. Now you think I'm important, that you need me, so you want me to stay in the capital and help you appease Yan Shao?"

"Have you ever thought about what kind of life I'll lead in the future? Watching Zhou Yanshao get married and have children happily, while I grow old alone? Oh no... I might not even make it to that point."

"Master Wan, I, Li Bo, Li Jianyue, have never owed you anything, nor the Zhou family anything. It's true that I stayed before for Zhou Yanshao, but I'm leaving now simply to preserve the last bit of self-respect for my past, nothing more."

"I am not your pawn, nor a commodity for exchange."

"No one can bind me with any benefits, and I don't particularly like having a lot of money. I can't starve to death on my own now. Of course, you could make it impossible for me to find a job in China, but I don't care. Whether I work or not is completely unimportant to me."

"I, Li Bo, am not greedy for money, do not pursue fame, do not value profit, and have no great ambitions."

"Lofty ideals and aspirations are not for a dying man."

"Don't try to squeeze every last bit of value out of me."

Li Bo picked up his hot Americano: "If you bother me again, then I'll have no choice but to bother Yan Shao instead."

Li Bo left after saying those words.

Li Bo took a taxi to the airport. For the past five years, Li Bo had no idea how his body was doing. He didn't even dare to see a doctor and lived a life of self-deception.

For the past five years, every January 1st, he has gone to climb snow-capped mountains and find dangerous ski resorts to ski.

Li Bo had fallen, felt pain, and even contemplated being covered in snow, sleeping soundly in his favorite white snowscape.

Li Bo has always been a very indifferent person. He doesn't seem to have any particular favorites. But later he realized that the favorites he casually made up, which he himself couldn't even remember, had been remembered by someone for a long time.

For example, Zhou Yanshao asked him what color he liked.

Li Bo said, "White."

Zhou Yanshao dyed his hair silver-white.

For example, Zhou Yanshao asked him what kind of flowers he liked.

Li Bo said that the epiphyllum was once planted all over Xizi Bay.