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Qin Yuzheng acted swiftly.

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, just after returning to work, news spread within the industry that Mo Zhenlin had been suspended from his duties pending investigation.

Mo Yunyun called that afternoon; her voice was shrill.

"Qin Yuzheng, what right do you have to treat the Mo family like this?"

Qin Yuzheng stood by the study window, one hand holding his phone, the other in his pocket, his gaze sharp.

"I used to feel guilty towards you. I gave you everything I could, and I helped the Mo family without hesitation. But you used what I gave you to treat my wife."

Qin Yuzheng's voice was stern and harsh, "Then don't blame me for being impolite."

There was a loud "bang" on the other end of the phone; it must have been Mo Yunyun angrily smashing her phone.

Qin Yuzheng put his phone away and turned to walk back to the living room.

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, in Haicheng, when Qin Yuzheng and Yang Zhiyan emerged from the airport, the air was damp and carried the chill characteristic of the South.

The two of them did not go back to Shengshi Tianxi first, but went directly to Teacher Mu's house.

The Lunar New Year celebrations weren't over yet, and red couplets with gold characters were still pasted on Teacher Mu's door frame.

Yang Zhiyan rang the doorbell. The caregiver opened the door, smiled, and said...

"Teacher Mu is in the living room; she looks especially energetic today."

Teacher Mu sat in a wheelchair with a blanket covering her legs.

When she saw Yang Zhiyan come in, her gaze first fell on her face. "You look good."

She glanced at Qin Yuzheng again. "Your husband treats you very well."

Qin Yuzheng placed the tonics he had brought on the table, nodded slightly to Teacher Mu, and said, "Teacher Mu, Happy New Year."

Teacher Mu smiled, "Good, good, I'm relieved that Zhiyan has found someone who truly cares for her."

She reached out and took Yang Zhiyan's hand. "Come, sit here and tell me how the Spring Festival is in Beijing."

Yang Zhiyan sat down next to Teacher Mu and was about to say something when the doorbell rang again.

The caregiver went to open the door. The moment the door opened, Yang Zhiyan saw who was standing in the doorway and stopped in her tracks.

Cen Liyu stood at the door, wearing a dark cashmere coat and carrying a thermos.

He saw Yang Zhiyan and Qin Yuzheng were also there, and paused at the door.

The caregiver stepped aside to let him in. He went into the living room, placed the thermos on the coffee table, and said, "Mom, soup."

Yang Zhiyan stood up. "Then I'll be going now."

Teacher Mu called out to her, "Zhiyan, sit down. You don't need to leave."

Her voice was calm as she turned her gaze to Cen Liyu, "You sit down too. Since everyone's here, it's a good opportunity to clear things up."

Cen Liyu sat down opposite him, knees together, his posture upright but stiff.

Teacher Mu spoke up. "I'll be staying in Haicheng from now on, and I won't be going to E country with you. I'll hand over the studio to Zhiyan to manage; it's my life's work, and she's the person I trust the most."

Cen Liyu said angrily, "Why should I be your son?"

Teacher Mu said, "Ping Zhiyan knows more about cheongsams than you do."

Cen Liyu said, "I can hire her to manage it."

Teacher Mu said, "If someone who doesn't understand cheongsams tries to run this business, they'll only ruin all my hard work. We didn't have much of a relationship to begin with, so why pretend to be mother and son now?"

When Mu Fei got divorced, she tried her best to fight for custody of Cen Liyu. However, Cen Liyu, who was only ten years old at the time, said that he did not want to live with his mother, because his mother was just a seamstress and he would never have a good life with her.

Hearing this, Mu Fei's heart broke, and she decisively gave up custody.

Mu Fei felt that Cen Liyu was indeed Cen Fu's son. He was just as selfish and self-serving as him.

Upon hearing this, Cen Liyu said, "Alright then, don't come looking for me again if you need anything."

Teacher Mu said, "Our fate was severed the moment you went abroad with him without hesitation."

After hearing this, Cen Liyu left without looking back.

When they divorced, Mu Fei was entitled to a share of the assets. However, because Cen Liyu helped Cen Fu give false testimony, Mu Fei left with nothing.

At that time, the studio was really just a small tailor shop.

Yang Zhiyan sat next to her, looking at her profile. Sunlight streamed in through the living room window, falling on Teacher Mu's gray hair. Her gaze was calm.

Yang Zhiyan comforted Teacher Mu, explaining that the studio was the culmination of Teacher Mu's hard work. She added that if Teacher Mu truly didn't want to continue running it, she could buy it.

Teacher Mu said, "We'll talk about the future later. I just don't want him to keep thinking about my things."

When Yang Zhiyan left Teacher Mu's house, she leaned back in the passenger seat, watching the street scene outside the car window recede frame by frame. Although there was no snow in Haicheng in winter, the wind was damp and cold, and the bare branches of the roadside trees stretched towards the gray sky.

She yawned, her eyelids drooping. Qin Yuzheng reached out and turned up the air conditioner temperature a little, then turned off the radio.

"Go to sleep if you're tired. I'll wake you up when we get home."

Yang Zhiyan did not answer. She turned her head to the side, her face against the car window, her breathing gradually becoming long and even, her eyelashes casting a small, quiet shadow under her eyelids.

Qin Yuzheng slowed down the car a bit so that she could sleep more soundly.

Back at Shengshi Tianxi, Qin Yuzheng parked the car, turned his head to look at her sleeping soundly, and she showed no sign of waking up.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, went around to the passenger side, and lifted her up from her seat. Her head rested on his shoulder, and her nose rubbed against his neck.

He carried her into the elevator and went up to the twenty-second floor. After entering the room, he put her on the bed, and she turned over, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and continued to sleep soundly.

Qin Yuzheng sat beside her, flipping through a document, glancing up at her every now and then.

Later, fearing he might disturb her, he moved his work out of the living room.

When she was asleep, her brows were relaxed and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, as if she were having a sweet dream.

When Yang Zhiyan woke up, it was already evening.

When Yang Zhiyan came out, she saw Qin Yuzheng sitting on the single sofa next to her. The document in his hand was already closed. He was leaning back on the sofa, holding a cup of tea.

He turned around at the sound. "Awake?"

Yang Zhiyan nodded, her voice still hoarse from just waking up, "What time is it?"

Qin Yuzheng glanced at his phone. "It's almost six o'clock. Didn't you have dinner plans with Siya?"

Yang Zhiyan then remembered and quickly picked up her phone. Sure enough, Jiang Siya had sent three messages: "I've arrived!"

"You haven't left yet?"

"You didn't fall asleep again, did you?"

Yang Zhiyan quickly replied: "I'm awake, I'll be there soon."

Yang Zhiyan changed her clothes and went out. Qin Yuzheng escorted her downstairs to the restaurant, where Jiang Siya was already seated by the window.

Yang Zhiyan walked over and sat down. Jiang Siya looked her up and down and said, "You look good. It seems that Boss Qin has taken good care of you."

As she spoke, she picked up a paper bag from the chair next to her and placed it on the table. "It's for the baby, a gift from godmother."

When Yang Zhiyan opened it, she found a light blue outfit with cute bear patterns printed on it. "I thought it was a gift for me."

Jiang Siya said, "What kind of gift would an adult like you need? It's the baby who needs it."

Yang Zhiyan folded the clothes and put them back in the bag. "Then I'll thank you on behalf of the baby."

The food arrived, and the two ate and chatted. Yang Zhiyan talked about the New Year, and Jiang Siya rolled her eyes.

"The fact that your mother-in-law took you to the hospital for amniocentesis is something outrageous even in novels, and you can talk about it so calmly?"