In the fiery red era of the heavens, refrigerators are refreshed daily.

The group walked out of the Tan Family Hall of the Beijing Hotel, chatting and laughing.

The summer afternoon sun was blazing at two o'clock, scorching the earth. A wave of heat rose from the concrete ground in front of the restaurant, creating a stark contrast with the coolness inside the private room.

People stopped at the doorway, shielding their eyes with their hands to adjust to the bright sunlight outside.

"This sun is really strong." Jiang Wen squinted, wiping the fine sweat that instantly appeared on her forehead. The heat made the effects of the alcohol even more pronounced.

Yang Guangming nodded to Duan Yunfeng.

Duan Yunfeng understood and quickly walked towards the black Mercedes-Benz W140 parked in the shade at the entrance of the restaurant.

The car's glossy black paint reflected a subtle yet luxurious sheen in the sunlight, and its sleek, elegant lines drew frequent glances from passersby.

As the car door opened, ample cool air wafted out, bringing a refreshing and tempting sensation.

Yang Guangming turned around and his gaze fell on Chen Hong. She was talking quietly with Liu Xiaoqing, her profile glowing white in the sunlight, her light green skirt swaying gently in the breeze, like a fresh summer lotus.

"Miss Chen Hong." Yang Guangming took two steps closer, his voice gentle. "It's hot. Take my car; it'll be cooler inside."

Chen Hong looked up at the sound of his voice, met his smiling eyes, her heart skipped a beat, but she nodded gracefully and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Yang."

"No trouble at all." Yang Guangming gestured for him to proceed.

Chen Hong smiled at Liu Xiaoqing again before turning around, bowing slightly at the car door Duan Yunfeng had opened, and sitting in the spacious and comfortable back seat of the Mercedes-Benz. The subtle scent of leather mixed with the cool air conditioning wafted in, instantly dispelling the summer heat.

Yang Guangming also sat down next to Chen Hong.

The car was spacious, and there was a polite distance between the two of them. However, the enclosed environment of the car allowed Chen Hong to clearly feel the clean and refreshing aura emanating from the boy next to her.

Duan Yunfeng closed the car door and went around to the driver's seat.

The passenger seat was still empty. Yang Guangming rolled down the car window and said to the people at the door, "There's still room in the passenger seat. Sister Xiaoqing, Teacher Siqin, who would like to get in?"

Siqin Gaowa quickly waved her hand and laughed, "I can't get in. With my size, I'm afraid I'll damage your young master's nice car if I sit in the front. I'll just take a taxi with them."

Liu Xiaoqing smiled broadly, his eyes crinkling with a good-natured teasing: "I'm not going either. It's Chen Hong's first time visiting you, so we old folks shouldn't join in and become third wheels. You guys go ahead, tell us the address, and we'll be there shortly."

This remark drew a murmur of laughter from the crowd, their gazes lingering on Yang Guangming and Chen Hong inside the car.

Chen Hong's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't show any embarrassment. She simply smiled and nodded at Liu Xiaoqing outside the window.

Yang Guangming didn't hesitate, smiled frankly, gave Duan Yunfeng an address in Xicheng, and then said to Jiang Wen and the others, "Then we'll head over first and wait for you all."

"Let's go!" Jiang Wen waved.

The Mercedes-Benz smoothly drove away from the hotel entrance and merged into the traffic on Chang'an Avenue.

Outside the car window, the street scene of Beijing in the mid-1990s slowly receded. Bicycles flowed like a river, buses trailed black smoke, and the signs of state-owned shops on the roadside looked somewhat old, but in the distance, many new buildings had already sprung up, showing a vigorous development trend.

The car was quiet, with only the faint sounds of the air conditioning vents and the low rumble of the engine.

Yang Guangming turned slightly to look at Chen Hong beside him. She was gazing out the window, lost in thought, her profile beautiful, her long eyelashes slightly lowered, seemingly also sensing the familiar yet unfamiliar summer atmosphere of this city.

"Ms. Chen Hong, are you in Beijing on business or on vacation?" Yang Guangming started a conversation, his voice low but clear and gentle in the quiet carriage.

Chen Hong withdrew her gaze, turned to him, and a faint smile naturally appeared on her lips: "I mainly came to participate in an event, and also to take care of some personal matters. I originally planned to go back in the next couple of days."

"I heard from Sister Xiaoqing that you were 'brought along' by her while you were shopping," Yang Guangming said casually. "Looks like the event is over already?"

"Yes, it ended the day before yesterday." Chen Hong nodded. "I originally planned to just stroll around and go back, but I didn't expect to run into Sister Xiaoqing, and I didn't expect to share in such good fortune, and... receive such an unexpected invitation from Mr. Yang."

When she spoke of the "unexpected invitation," her eyes flickered as she glanced at Yang Guangming. Her gaze held gratitude, lingering surprise, and a hint of inquiry.

Yang Guangming met her gaze with a sincere smile: "It is my honor to have Ms. Chen Hong here. The Venice Film Festival is a grand event for world cinema, and having the opportunity to observe and learn is indeed a rare experience for actors."

He paused, then asked casually, "Ms. Chen Hong, are you busy with filming lately? How long will you be staying in Kyoto this time?"

Chen Hong gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and replied, "At the latest, I'll be flying back to Taiwan the day after tomorrow, which is the morning of the 17th. The company has arranged a new drama for me, and the start date has already been set. I'll be joining the crew soon to prepare."

Her tone carried a hint of the busy schedule typical of professional actors, as well as a touch of regret for her impending departure—a regret perhaps because of Beijing, perhaps because of the peculiar young man before her, or perhaps both.

"Leaving the day after tomorrow? That's quite a tight schedule." Yang Guangming's tone revealed a suitable sense of regret. "But work is important. What's the genre of your new film? Would you mind revealing it?"

"It's a period drama, not a big-budget production, and it's a genre that I'm pretty good at."

She became deeply loved by the audience with her portrayal of Diao Chan in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". Historical dramas are indeed her comfort zone and area of ​​strength.

"I look forward to seeing your new works," Yang Guangming said sincerely. "Your period costume look is truly a classic."

This is not a compliment. Chen Hong's beauty in period dramas was unique and highly recognizable, even in the 1990s entertainment industry where beauties abounded.

"Mr. Yang, you flatter me." Chen Hong smiled faintly, but a sense of pleasure welled up inside her because of his sincere praise.

She then asked, "Mr. Yang, what are your plans next? The film has been nominated for the Venice Film Festival, which should open on September 1st. Before that, you still need to take care of school matters?"

She knew that Yang Guangming had just finished the college entrance examination and had passed the art exam with the highest score in the performance major at Beijing Film Academy.

"Well, we're just waiting for the acceptance letter. There shouldn't be any major problems with the Beijing Film Academy." Yang Guangming spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something very ordinary. "We're going to Venice at the end of August, so we need to make some preparations in advance. Visas, itinerary, and... Since we've invited you and Sister Xiaoqing to come along, we need to arrange many details. We can't be negligent."

As he spoke, his gaze gently fell on Chen Hong's face, and the feeling of being carefully considered and cared for once again quietly permeated Chen Hong's heart.

"Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Yang," Chen Hong said softly.

"Of course." Yang Guangming smiled and changed the subject, "By the way, do you know anything about Venice? Have you been there before?"

"I don't know much about it, I've only seen it in movies and picture books. Venice, the city of water, sounds like a dream." A hint of longing appeared in Chen Hong's eyes. "I always thought I must go and see it if I had the chance, but I didn't expect this opportunity to come so suddenly."

"Yes, life is sometimes like that, full of unexpected twists and turns and surprises," Yang Guangming said with deep feeling.

These words, spoken by a seventeen-year-old boy, should have sounded rather mature, but combined with his previous behavior, they were strangely harmonious.

The two chatted casually, their conversation ranging from the local customs and culture of Venice to their opinions on movies, and then lightly touching on some of their recent situations that did not involve privacy.

The atmosphere was harmonious and natural, neither overly warm and making people feel awkward, nor cold and distant.

Yang Guangming is articulate and knowledgeable. He can often catch up with Chen Hong's conversation and offer interesting insights, but he never boasts and always maintains a listening attitude.

Chen Hong gradually relaxed and occasionally shared some interesting anecdotes from filming. Her voice was clear and melodious, making it very pleasant to listen to.

They were all exceptionally good-looking people, sitting side by side in the back seat of a luxury car, with the flowing cityscape outside the window and a cool, comfortable, and private space inside. The scene itself looked like a scene from a movie.

About ten minutes later, the car left the main road and turned into a relatively quiet, tree-lined neighborhood in the western part of the city. The buildings here were noticeably lower, and there were more traditional hutongs and courtyards, making it seem like a completely different world from the bustling Chang'an Avenue we had just been on.

The tiger-headed horse finally stopped in front of a meticulously restored vermilion gate.

The gate tower is not tall, but the brick carvings on the lintel and the smooth stone piers on both sides reveal the former heritage and extraordinary nature of this courtyard.

"We've arrived," Yang Guangming said to Chen Hong, getting out of the car first.

Chen Hong also got off the train and stopped. She looked around at the tightly closed gate and the quiet surroundings, thinking to herself: To own such a three-courtyard house in Xicheng, one must not be an ordinary family.

Duan Yunfeng parked his car and came over.

Yang Guangming didn't go in immediately, but explained to Chen Hong, "Wait a moment, they're taking a taxi, it might be a little slow."

Chen Hong nodded in understanding. The two stood under the shade of the tree in front of the door, neither of them speaking, but the waiting was not awkward; rather, there was a quiet, tacit understanding between them.

About four or five minutes later, two yellow taxis arrived one after another and stopped behind the Mercedes-Benz. Jiang Wen, Liu Xiaoqing, Wang Shuo, Feng Xiaogang, Ma Weidu, Zhao Baogang, Ye Daying and others got out of the cars one after another.

"Wow, this place has a great location." Wang Shuo looked around as soon as he got out of the car. "It's quiet in the middle of the city. Young Master knows how to pick a place."

"Hurry up and open the door, it's quite hot outside," Jiang Wen urged, his face still flushed from the alcohol.

Duan Yunfeng stepped forward, grasped the door knocker, and knocked three times, neither too hard nor too soft.

Soon, the door was pulled open from the inside.

The woman who opened the door was in her thirties, wearing a light blue cheongsam, with her hair neatly styled in a bun, and possessing delicate features and graceful manners.

She was the housekeeper of this courtyard house, carefully selected by Duan Yunfeng.

When she saw Yang Guangming, she immediately bowed slightly, her face bearing a well-trained yet friendly smile.

"Sir, you're back." The woman bowed slightly, her voice soft.

"Yes, Sister Wu, bring your friends over to have a look." Yang Guangming nodded and introduced to everyone, "This is the housekeeper, Wu Fang. You can just call her Sister Wu."

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, welcome." Wu Fang stepped aside and respectfully invited everyone inside.

The group followed Yang Guangming through the gate.

Upon entering, one is greeted by an exquisite screen wall. Passing around the screen wall, a spacious and well-proportioned courtyard suddenly opens up before one's eyes.

The courtyard is paved with blue bricks, and covered walkways on both sides connect the side rooms. Pomegranate and crabapple trees are planted in the courtyard, with stone tables and benches placed under the trees, and a few clumps of green bamboo dotting the corners, creating a serene and elegant atmosphere.

Slightly different from traditional courtyard houses, the windows here have obviously been replaced with modern glass windows that are more transparent and heat-insulating, but the window lattice style is an antique design, so it doesn't look out of place.

"This yard is really tidy."

As a collector, Ma Weidu has a deep understanding of old objects and traditional architecture. He carefully examined the bricks on the ground, the paint on the columns, and the tiles on the roof, nodding in praise, "The restoration is done to the original state. You've put in a lot of effort. It has preserved the charm of the old house while improving the living conditions. Guangming, your renovation plan is spot on."

“Brother Ma, you’re an expert. If you think it’s alright, then I’m relieved,” Yang Guangming said with a smile. “I mainly wanted a place where I could entertain friends and also have some peace and quiet occasionally. Old houses have their own charm, which modern apartment buildings can’t compare to.”

The group passed through the hanging flower gate of the first courtyard and entered the second courtyard.

The second courtyard is more private and exquisite. It has three main rooms, two side rooms on each side, and east and west wing rooms.

This area was mainly transformed into a residential area by Yang Guangming. The main house served as his master bedroom and study, while the side rooms were furnished as comfortable guest rooms.

He led everyone on a brief tour of the main house, which is a typical blend of Chinese and Western styles.

The roof retains its original beam structure, painted with dark paint, giving it a classic feel. The floors are covered with smooth solid wood flooring, the walls are painted with light beige environmentally friendly paint, and the lighting features soft, concealed LED strips and several stylish floor lamps.

The study's furniture combines Ming-style minimalism with modern, comfortable fabrics: a large desk, several floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with various books, and a cozy reading nook by the window, complete with a soft couch, low table, and green plants, exuding a relaxed atmosphere.

"This study is comfortable." Wang Shuo glanced at the bookshelves and saw many books on literature, history, philosophy, and even economics, both Chinese and foreign. He looked at Yang Guangming with some surprise and said, "Young Master has quite a wide range of reading."

"I just browse around when I have nothing to do. I mainly like to read when I'm free," Yang Guangming said modestly.

Chen Hong stood quietly to the side, her gaze sweeping over the furnishings in the study. Neat, orderly, and full of scholarly atmosphere, yet not as dull as an old scholar's study.

She could picture Yang Ming sitting here reading or handling things; his tranquility perfectly matched the surroundings.

Next, Yang Guangming led everyone through the second courtyard to the last third courtyard.

The biggest changes were made here. The original rear building and ancillary spaces were completely opened up and replanned, transforming them into a multifunctional entertainment and leisure area.

"This area is mainly for fun. Feel free to look around and play whatever you like. Don't be shy."

The first thing that catches the eye is a spacious tea room. Floor-to-ceiling windows bring a small bamboo grove from the backyard into the room, allowing plenty of natural light to filter in.

In the center is a huge wooden tea table, surrounded by comfortable official hat chairs.

The display cabinet against the wall showcases various tea sets, Yixing teapots, and some elegant antique ornaments. A faint aroma of sandalwood and tea permeates the air.

"What a wonderful place!" Ye Daying exclaimed first. "It's so pleasant to have tea and chat here."

Next door was a cigar room. It featured dark wood trim, leather sofas, a temperature- and humidity-controlled cigar cabinet, and was fully equipped with professional cigar cutters, blowtorches, and other tools. Several abstract oil paintings hung on the walls, creating a private and luxurious atmosphere.

Feng Xiaogang's eyes lit up, and he nudged Jiang Wen: "Old Jiang, look at this, so professional! Shall we get one too?"

Jiang Wen laughed and said, "You should talk about this first, since you have the young master's house."

Further inside are a mahjong room, a billiards room, a small reading room, and a home theater equipped with high-end audio and projection equipment.

The mahjong room has automatic mahjong machines, the billiards room has standard English snooker tables, and the reading room mainly contains leisure magazines, picture books, and novels.

The sofa in the home theater is piled with soft cushions, and there's even a small bar opposite the screen.

The onlookers were dazzled and full of amazement. In this day and age, owning such a fully functional courtyard house that perfectly combines classical charm with modern enjoyment is not only a symbol of wealth, but also a reflection of extremely high taste and lifestyle.

"My God..." Liu Xiaoqing couldn't help but exclaim softly, "This...this is even more sophisticated than many high-end clubs!"

Feng Xiaogang clicked his tongue and looked at Yang Guangming: "Young Master, you didn't just renovate a yard, you turned yourself into a top-notch club! How much money did you spend, and how much effort did you put into this?"

Jiang Wen walked straight to the home theater and touched the equipment: "Is this projector imported? What brand of speakers are they? How's the sound quality?"

"It's alright. I can watch movies and listen to music occasionally, and it's enough for me," Yang Guangming said casually.

Wang Shuo walked around the doors of the various rooms with his hands behind his back, nodding: "Good taste, the combination of classical and modern styles is quite harmonious, you must have spent a lot of money."

Ye Daying and Zhao Baogang nodded repeatedly, their eyes filled with envy.

They are all prominent figures in Beijing and have seen many nice places, but it is rare to see a private residence that has been transformed from a traditional courtyard house into such a comfortable, stylish and fully functional one.

This is not something that can be done simply by having money; it also requires excellent aesthetic sense and meticulous planning.

Liu Xiaoqing linked arms with Chen Hong and chuckled softly, "See? This is what life is all about. Our young master really knows how to enjoy himself."

Chen Hong's heart was also stirred. Every detail of this courtyard revealed the owner's abundant wealth, extraordinary taste, and pursuit of the ultimate quality of life. This seemed to overlap with her previous image of a "rich young master," yet it also seemed to exceed it by a great margin.

Yang Guangming allowed everyone to visit and discuss, always with a calm smile on his face.

After everyone had looked around, he said, "The place isn't big, it's just for peace and quiet, a place where friends can relax and chat. Please don't be shy, make yourselves at home in whichever room you like. Tea and snacks will be brought over in a bit."

"Then I have to try this cigar room!" Jiang Wen was the first to respond, pulling Feng Xiaogang along, "Old Feng, let's go, let's try the young master's good cigars!"

“Sure, young master, your collection must be top-quality cigars. I’d like to try them and see what they taste like.” Feng Xiaogang happily followed along.

Wang Shuo said to Ma Weidu and Zhao Baogang, "Shall the three of us go to the tea room for a while? I think the tea set there is quite nice."

“That suits me perfectly.” Ma Weidu nodded.

Ye Daying glanced at the books and said, "I'll go to the reading room and browse through some books to get some peace and quiet."

Liu Xiaoqing asked Chen Hong, "Honghong, what would you like to do? Play mahjong? Or would you like to go for tea?"

Before Chen Hong could answer, Yang Guangming naturally chimed in, "Miss Chen Hong, would you like to try playing pool? There's an empty pool table over there."

His invitation was casual, as if he were simply offering an option.

Chen Hong looked towards the billiards room. She wasn't an expert at billiards, but she could play a little. At that moment, looking into Yang Guangming's eyes, which held a gentle smile, she suddenly felt that playing billiards might be a good option.

“Okay, but I didn’t play very well, Mr. Yang, please don’t laugh at me,” Chen Hong said generously.

"It's just for fun, having fun is the most important thing." Yang Guangming gestured for him to join in. "I'll play a couple of rounds with you."

A knowing smile flashed in Liu Xiaoqing's eyes. He patted Chen Hong's hand and said, "Then you guys play. I'll go to the mahjong room and find Teacher Siqin and the others to play a few rounds of mahjong."

With that, he turned and headed toward the mahjong room.

The others also dispersed to find entertainment activities that interested them.

Yang Guangming and Chen Hong entered the billiard room. The air conditioning was on, the temperature was comfortable, and the soft lighting made the dark green billiard table stand out.

"Miss Chen Hong, would you like to play snooker, or Chinese eight-ball?" Yang Guangming took two well-maintained cues from the cue rack and gently wiped the tips with chocolate powder.

"Let's try Chinese eight-ball, the rules are simpler," Chen Hong said. She took a slightly lighter cue from Yang Guangming, which felt heavy in her hand.

"Okay." Yang Guangming arranged the 15 colored balls and the black eight into a triangular formation, then took out the cue ball. "Ladies first, Ms. Chen Hong, shall we break?"

“It feels too formal to keep calling you that. How about we change how we address each other?” Chen Hong suggested with a smile. “Then I’ll just call you Chen Hong, and you can just call me Guangming,” Yang Guangming readily agreed.

"Then let's call him that."

Chen Hong happily agreed, walked to one end of the table, bent down slightly, and set up her bridge hand.

Her posture wasn't very professional, but her figure was graceful and her lines were smooth. When she bent over, her skirt tightened, making her waist look even slimmer and her curves more attractive.

Yang Guangming stood aside, watching with a peaceful gaze.

Chen Hong took a deep breath, flicked her wrist, and struck the cue ball, sending it crashing into the triangular pile of balls. The pile scattered, with several colored balls rolling towards the bottom pocket, but none of them went in.

"Good control of the force," Yang Guangming praised, then walked to the other side of the table, observed the ball's shape, and said, "It's my turn now."

He selected his target ball group, bent down, and struck the cue. The movement was clean and crisp, the power generated steady and fluid.

With a crisp "snap," a solid-colored ball fell into the pocket, and the cue ball moved precisely, stopping at the optimal position to strike the next ball.

In the next few shots, Yang Guangming demonstrated quite good billiards skills. He didn't play with the flashy style of a professional player, but his basic skills were solid, his thinking was clear, and his position control was precise. He potted three balls in a row before choosing to play a safety shot due to a slightly complicated ball shape.

Chen Hong was quite engrossed in watching.

When Yang Guangming focuses intently on hitting the ball, the lines of his profile become even more defined, and his calm gaze differs from his usual gentle and smiling demeanor, possessing a unique and captivating charm. His fluid movements during the strokes are also full of power and coordination.

When it was Chen Hong's turn, she tried to take a shot, but the ball wobbled around the pocket and didn't go in.

"That's a bit of a pity," Yang Guangming laughed. "It would have been perfect if you had just adjusted the angle a little. Come on, I'll show you."

He walked naturally to Chen Hong's side, not too close, but enough to instruct her on the grip and aiming angle.

"Relax your wrist, don't tense it too much. Keep your eyes on the line connecting the object ball and the pocket, and aim the cue tip at the point of impact on the cue ball..."

His voice was right beside me, gentle and clear, carrying a reassuring sense of guidance.

Chen Hong adjusted her shot as instructed and took another shot. This time, although the ball didn't go in, its trajectory was much straighter.

"You've made progress," Yang Guangming encouraged. "You'll get the hang of it after playing a few more times. Billiards is actually quite interesting; it requires calculation and a feel for the game."

The two took turns hitting the ball, with Yang Guangming occasionally offering some pointers, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Chen Hong gradually relaxed, and occasionally, when she hit a good shot, a bright smile would appear on her face, her eyes sparkling. Yang Guangming would then offer just the right amount of praise.

During breaks in their game, they chatted casually.

"Guangming, have you had any special training in ball skills?" Chen Hong asked while rubbing the tip of the ball with chocolate powder.

"I guess you could call it a hobby. I've liked it since I was little, and I'd play around with it whenever I had free time," Yang Guangming said casually.

"It seems you have a wide range of interests," Chen Hong said with a smile. "You can act, you play billiards well, and you're quite knowledgeable and articulate. You're really not like... well, not like a typical high school graduate."

Yang Guangming smiled, not responding to the topic of age, and instead asked, "What do you like to do to relax when you're not filming?"

“I read books, listen to music, and exercise occasionally, but not as ‘professionally’ as you.” Chen Hong thought for a moment, “Sometimes I just zone out and don’t think about anything. Filming is actually quite mentally taxing.”

“That’s true. Actors need to constantly express emotions, and they definitely need enough space to recharge.” Yang Guangming expressed his understanding, “So having a hobby that allows you to completely relax is very important.”

“This place is a great place to completely relax.” Chen Hong looked around the billiard room and then looked out at the elegant courtyard through the glass door. “The design is so comfortable that it feels like time slows down here.”

"If you like, you're welcome to come and visit anytime you come to Beijing," Yang Guangming said naturally, his tone sincere and unpretentious.

Chen Hong's heart stirred slightly, and she looked up at him.

The boy had clear eyes and a bright smile. His invitation seemed like just a polite greeting between friends, but she could feel the sincerity in it.

"Okay, thank you in advance," she replied with a smile.

The two played two more games. Yang Guangming intentionally controlled the pace and outcome, allowing Chen Hong to enjoy the game without feeling frustrated by repeated losses. Chen Hong's skills did improve under his guidance, and she had a lot of fun.

Before I knew it, the sky outside the window gradually darkened; although the summer days were long, dusk was approaching. The lights in the billiard room seemed even warmer.

Wu Fang knocked gently and entered, asking respectfully, "Sir, Miss Chen, dinner has been ordered from 'Cuihua Restaurant' as you instructed, and it's on its way. Where would you like to have dinner?"

Yang Guangming put down his golf club and said to Chen Hong, "You must be hungry after playing golf for so long, right? Let's have dinner in the dining room in the second courtyard; it's spacious there. What do you think?"

"I'll do whatever you say." Chen Hong put down her cue and stretched her slightly sore wrists.

The two walked out of the billiard room and into the second courtyard.

The sounds of mahjong tiles clattering and Liu Xiaoqing, Siqin Gaowa, and others chatting and laughing could be heard from the card room.

Over at the home theater, Jiang Wen and Feng Xiaogang were watching a movie, which seemed to be a foreign film, with deep conversations and background music coming from the speakers.

The courtyard was filled with a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere, and everyone was enjoying the afternoon to evening time in their own way.

Yang Guangming asked Wu Fang to inform the guests that dinner was approaching, and then said to Chen Hong, "Let's go to the restaurant and wait; they'll be here soon."

The dining room in the second courtyard was already set with cups and saucers.

One by one, the others also came over.

Jiang Wen and Feng Xiaogang emerged from the home theater, still discussing the scenes from the movie, their conversation seemingly unfinished. Liu Xiaoqing, Siqin Gaowa, and others also came out of the mahjong room.

"Wow, it's already this late?" Jiang Wen glanced at her watch. "I was so busy enjoying myself, time really flies."

"Young Master, this place is so comfortable, it's so pleasant that you'd never want to leave," Feng Xiaogang joked.

Just then, the sound of a car came from outside. Wu Fang led her people out and soon brought in several waiters wearing "Cuihualou" uniforms, carrying large, multi-layered food boxes.

One by one, the exquisite dishes were taken out and placed on the round table.

Cuihualou is a famous Shandong cuisine restaurant in Beijing, known for its exquisite and rich dishes. Braised sea cucumber with scallions, braised pork intestines, stewed cuttlefish eggs, braised fish slices in fermented rice wine, braised prawns... along with several fresh seasonal vegetables and soups, quickly filled the table, steaming hot and fragrant.

"Everyone, please sit down. We're all family here, no need to stand on ceremony," Yang Guangming, the host, said.

Everyone took their seats. The seating wasn't deliberately arranged, but Jiang Wen naturally sat to Yang Guangming's left, with Liu Xiaoqing next to her. Chen Hong was pulled to sit next to Liu Xiaoqing, while Yang Guangming's right side was empty, but Ye Daying naturally sat there, followed by Wang Shuo and the others. Duan Yunfeng remained seated near the door, conveniently keeping watch.

The round table is large enough that twelve people can sit comfortably without feeling crowded.

Duan Yunfeng poured everyone a full glass of wine, and Yang Guangming raised his glass, saying, "I'm happy today, thank you all for coming. My courtyard has just been renovated, so this is a kind of 'housewarming party.' I hope everyone enjoys the food and has a good time."

"Congratulations on your housewarming, young master... uh, it's truly a wonderful new home!" Jiang Wen raised his glass. "This place is wonderful; we'll have a great hangout now!"

“That’s right, we’ll have to bother you more often, young master,” Feng Xiaogang echoed.

Everyone raised their glasses in celebration, creating a lively atmosphere.

Dinner was held in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. With delicious food in front of them and the relaxation from the various recreational activities in the afternoon, everyone let down their usual reserve, eating and chatting about everything under the sun.

Jiang Wen chatted with Wang Shuo and Feng Xiaogang about movies and literature, occasionally exchanging a few words in a loud debate. Ma Weidu, Zhao Baogang, and Ye Daying discussed their observations on collecting and the art market. Liu Xiaoqing, Siqin Gaowa, and Chen Hong talked about interesting anecdotes from the entertainment circle and their tips on skincare.

Chen Hong ate quietly most of the time, listening to everyone chat, occasionally smiling, and occasionally chiming in with a word or two.

She noticed that although Yang Guangming was the youngest, he was the absolute core of the group.

He can have in-depth discussions on film aesthetics with Jiang Wen and Wang Shuo, keep up with Ma Weidu's topics about antiques, seem to have some insights into the fashion and skincare topics discussed by Liu Xiaoqing and others, and even inquire about the health of actress Siqin Gaowa.

He always manages to be considerate of everyone's feelings, ensuring that no one is left out of the conversation, nor that anyone feels overly scrutinized. Most importantly, he always speaks with substance and his words are convincing.

This superb social skill, composure, and obvious breadth of knowledge once again amazed Chen Hong.

During the meal, Yang Guangming did not pay much attention to Chen Hong, but when their eyes met occasionally, he would smile at her slightly, or when she was touched on by the topic and needed to respond, he would naturally offer a word to help her out of the awkward situation. Everything he did was smooth and seamless.

This kind of meticulous thoughtfulness is more touching than deliberate flattery.

Dinner lasted nearly two hours. After dinner, the housekeeper cleared away the leftovers and served hot tea and fruit again.

Looking at the time, it was already past 8 p.m.

Jiang Wen yawned and rubbed his face: "I really had a great time today, but I have a meeting early tomorrow morning. Young Master, I have to go now."

Liu Xiaoqing also stood up: "I have to go too, I have things to do tomorrow."

Wang Shuo, Feng Xiaogang, and others also said it was getting late and they should go back.

Yang Guangming didn't linger, getting up to see them off: "Alright, thank you all for coming today. Come again next time. Lao Duan, arrange a car to see Director Jiang and Sister Xiaoqing off."

Duan Yunfeng and Wu Fang agreed and went to make arrangements. The Santana provided in the compound was just right for dropping people off, and with two more cars, they could get rid of them.

Jiang Wen, Liu Xiaoqing, Wang Shuo, Feng Xiaogang, Ma Weidu, Zhao Baogang, Ye Daying and others took their leave one after another.

The once bustling courtyard suddenly quieted down, leaving only Yang Guangming, Chen Hong, the housekeeper in charge of tidying up, and Duan Yunfeng standing to the side.

Chen Hong picked up her handbag and said to Yang Guangming, "Guangming, I should go back now. Thank you so much for your hospitality today. The courtyard is very beautiful, and I had a lot of fun."

"I'll give you a ride," Yang Guangming said naturally. "Brother Duan, drive."

"No need to trouble yourself, I'll just call a taxi," Chen Hong quickly said. Although she was growing to like Yang Guangming, she still felt a little bad about having her host personally escort her.

“It’s so late, it’s inconvenient and unsafe for you to take a taxi alone.” Yang Guangming’s tone was gentle but firm. “Anyway, it’s on my way home, and I need to go home too. Let Lao Duan drive first, then take me home. It’s a win-win situation.”

His reasons were reasonable and his attitude was very frank, so Chen Hong could not refuse any longer and could only nod: "Then... I'll have to trouble you and Mr. Duan."

"No trouble at all." Yang Guangming gave Wu Fang a few instructions, then walked out of the courtyard with Chen Hong.

The Mercedes-Benz was already running, and the air conditioning inside was quite cool. Chen Hong and Yang Guangming got back into the back seat.

As night falls in Beijing, the summer heat subsides and the city lights begin to twinkle. Driving along the quiet streets offers a stark contrast to the daytime hustle and bustle.

"Where do you live?" Yang Guangming asked.

Chen Hong gave an address; the journey wasn't too far.

Inside the car, the atmosphere between the two seemed more familiar than when they arrived, but there was also a touch of the tranquility of the night.

Chen Hong said sincerely, "It's been a long time since I've felt this relaxed, and your friends are all very interesting."

“We’re all from the same circle, so it’s not tiring to get along with each other,” Yang Guangming said with a smile. “It’s just a bit noisy, I hope I didn’t bother you.”

"No, I think it's great, it has a real sense of life." Chen Hong paused, looked at the lights flowing outside the window, and said softly, "Guangming, thank you so much for today. Not only for Venice, but also for this pleasant afternoon."

"You're too kind." Yang Guangming looked at her graceful profile. "Friends getting together is supposed to be a happy occasion. I'm very happy that you could come."

Friends. The word stirred something within Chen Hong. Were they friends? They had only known each other for half a day, but they had eaten together, played ball together, and talked about many things. It seemed... they were more than just ordinary friends.

She suddenly remembered her schedule for the day after tomorrow, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I'm taking a flight back to Taiwan the day after tomorrow morning. It's really an honor to have met you during my trip to Kyoto."

It was a very ordinary farewell, but when she said it, it carried a faint sense of reluctance that she herself was unaware of.

Yang Guangming nodded, his tone as usual: "The day after tomorrow morning... time is indeed quite tight. This time it's rushed, but next time you come to Kyoto, if you have more time, you can explore it properly. There are still many fun places in Kyoto, so be sure to contact me then."

He didn't indicate that he wanted to see her off at the airport; he simply made a casual promise to "next time."

Chen Hong's faint expectation quietly vanished, and then she felt that her expectation had come about somewhat inexplicably.

He was just being polite in inviting her, so why did she suddenly decide to see him off at the airport? Perhaps... it's because his previous thoughtful and considerate behavior had unknowingly created more expectations in her?

She suppressed the slight turmoil in her heart and smiled, "Yes, definitely next time. You're also welcome to visit Taiwan sometime."

“Okay, I’ll definitely go if I have the chance,” Yang Guangming replied.

The car arrived quickly.

Duan Yunfeng parked the car, and Yang Guangming said to Chen Hong, "We've arrived. The day after tomorrow morning... The airport isn't close to the city center, so taking a taxi might be inconvenient. I'll have Lao Duan come and take you there in the morning; he knows the way."

This time, he offered specific assistance.

Chen Hong initially wanted to refuse, but considering that she was carrying luggage and might encounter problems taking a taxi in the morning, and that the arrangement seemed natural and like a friend's consideration.

After a moment's hesitation, she accepted the offer: "Thank you so much, Mr. Duan."

"No trouble at all, Miss Chen, you're too kind," Duan Yunfeng replied from the front.

"Then I'll go up. Goodbye, Guangming. Goodbye, Mr. Duan." Chen Hong pushed open the car door.

"Goodbye." Yang Guangming, sitting in the car, smiled and waved to her without getting out.

Chen Hong stood at the intersection, watching the black Mercedes-Benz slowly drive away, its taillights leaving two red streaks in the night before finally disappearing around the street corner.

The night breeze ruffled her hair and skirt. She stood quietly for a few seconds before turning and walking forward.

Inside the car, Duan Yunfeng glanced at Yang Guangming, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, through the rearview mirror and asked, "Guangming, shall we go straight home?"

"Yes, let's go home." Yang Guangming opened his eyes, his gaze clear and calm.

He genuinely didn't intend to personally see Chen Hong off. While goodwill needs to be expressed, excessive attentiveness can appear frivolous and diminish one's own value.

A suitable distance, composure, and necessary tension can sometimes be more impressive.

Especially when dealing with an extremely intelligent woman like Chen Hong, maintaining a proper distance and creating some tension is essential.

Anyway, there's plenty of time to get to know each other during our trip to Venice in September. A good enough, special enough, but not too rushed first impression is enough.

……

July 19th, Tuesday, arrived in the blink of an eye.

Just after eight o'clock in the morning, Duan Yunfeng drove his Mercedes-Benz W14 and stopped right on time at the entrance of Chen Hong's residential area.

A few minutes later, Chen Hong came out dragging her suitcase.

Today she wore a simple pale yellow dress with a white short-sleeved knitted cardigan, her long hair loosely tied up, and a pair of brown sunglasses that covered half of her face. She looked both stylish and refreshing, attracting a lot of attention.

"Mr. Duan, thank you for your trouble." Chen Hong walked up to Duan Yunfeng, took off her sunglasses, revealing a bright but slightly tired face. For some reason, she hadn't slept well last night.

"Miss Chen, you're too kind. It's my pleasure." Duan Yunfeng took her luggage.

After putting her luggage in the trunk, Chen Hong sat in the back seat. The car was still cool and comfortable, but this time, she was alone in the back. Looking at the empty seat next to her, the vague sense of loss she felt seemed to become a little clearer.

The car drove smoothly toward the Capital Airport. Duan Yunfeng didn't talk much, just focused on driving, occasionally answering Chen Hong's simple questions about the route.

Chen Hong gazed at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, her thoughts drifting.

This trip to Kyoto was made so different because of that unexpected invitation and that special boy.

The Venice Film Festival... What would that be like? What would it be like to walk the red carpet in Venice with him? Thinking about it, my cheeks felt a little hot.

"Ms. Chen, we've arrived at the airport." Duan Yunfeng's voice interrupted her thoughts.

The car stopped at the departure level entrance. Duan Yunfeng got out and helped her retrieve her luggage.

"Thank you, Mr. Duan, you've worked hard." Chen Hong took the suitcase handle and thanked him again.

"It's no trouble at all, Miss Chen, have a safe journey," Duan Yunfeng said politely.

Chen Hong nodded, pulled her suitcase, and turned to walk towards the airport gate. After taking a few steps, she couldn't help but look back.

The black Mercedes-Benz W14 was still parked where it was; Yang Guangming hadn't arrived.

Chen Hong took a deep breath, suppressing the faint melancholy in her heart, waved in Duan Yunfeng's direction, then straightened her back and walked into the bustling airport terminal. (End of Chapter)