My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

"It's a little swollen and painful, Yan Shao... slow down a bit..."

"It won't slow down, don't move around."

"..."

"Open your mouth wide. If you dare to regret this tomorrow, you're dead."

……

"Hmm..." Li Bo, who was sitting in the back seat of the Bentley, was jolted awake by a low bump. He rubbed his temples wearily.

Li Bo dreamed of what happened two years ago again.

Since Zhou Yanshao went abroad two years ago, he has been having this dream over and over again.

The driver glanced cautiously at Li Bo through the rearview mirror and whispered, "I heard that Young Master Zhou has returned to the country."

"He should come back."

Seeing Li Bo's unhurried demeanor, the driver grew anxious: "You shouldn't have gone to the Zhou family tonight..."

Li Bo had just received the will and took the Zhou family's largest winery, which had already angered the Zhou family. Tonight, Zhou Yanshao, the eldest son of the Zhou family, who had been studying abroad for two years, returned. He and Li Bo had a long-standing feud, which was common knowledge in the capital.

At this critical juncture, it would be the last thing Li Bo should do to go to the Zhou family.

That looks too much like a provocation!

Li Bo was a smart man. He knew that going to the Zhou family now was no different than walking into the line of fire, but he still had to go.

When the car arrived at the Zhou family's old residence, there was a large number of cars parked in front of the gate. From the moment Li Bo got out of the car, he became the center of attention.

Last night, the old man of the Zhou family could not be saved and passed away.

This morning, Zhou Huiyuan's confidants revealed his will: Zhou Huiyuan gave all the shares of the Zhou family's winery to Li Bo, leaving not a single penny to his own son, Zhou Yanshao.

Everyone in the capital is saying that the Li family's illegitimate son has completely turned his life around.

No one knows what methods were used to turn things around, but the rumors are very unpleasant. The gossip never stops, and everyone is saying that he has some kind of secret relationship with Zhou Huiyuan. Otherwise, why would the wise and shrewd Zhou Huiyuan leave his inheritance to him instead of his own son?

Some people even joked on social media that Li Bo is now Zhou Yanshao's "stepmother".

Despite the many cold stares, Li Bo stepped into the Zhou family's old residence. He went straight to the main hall, offered incense to Old Master Zhou, and stood for a long time on the empty square platform outside the hall without holding an umbrella.

No one wanted Li Bo to stay here, and no one from the Zhou family would hold an umbrella for him.

In the light drizzle, Li Bo's thin lips, trembling slightly, moved, and he said, "Thank you."

Li Bo was dressed in a sharp, expensive suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of sophistication. He had just finished a two-hour meeting, hadn't even had a sip of water, and rushed straight to the Zhou family's funeral. He looked slightly tired, but to the Zhou family, this weariness was nothing but a facade.

With his gold-rimmed glasses obscured by the drizzle, Li Bo finally moved. He asked for directions to the restroom, took off his glasses at the sink, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and wiped them with a silk handkerchief. The weariness in his eyes was reflected in the sink mirror. He glanced at his reflection and frowned slightly.

People passed by behind him, whispering that the eldest son of the Zhou family had returned, carrying something in his hand, perhaps the real will.

Li Bo paused in wiping the lenses.

Li Bo knew that Zhou Yanshao did indeed have a copy of Zhou Huiyuan's will.

The will in Zhou Yanshao's hand did not mention any property, but rather a person—just one person.

Li Bo is a legacy.

He is the legacy that Zhou Huiyuan "left" to Zhou Yanshao.

Li Bo put on his gold-rimmed glasses, bypassed the main road leading from the Zhou family's old house to the mourning hall, took a side path, bypassed the guards, and went up to the Zhou family's cemetery on the back hill.

Li Bo didn't go in; he just stood at the entrance of the cemetery.

A faint smile played on his lips, tinged with a strange bitterness, as if he were speaking to someone unsure of who he was addressing: "I'm so sorry to have bothered you."

Li Bo stood there for quite a while. The rain had lessened considerably. His shoulders were a little wet, but in the night, even though his black suit was soaked, it wasn't very noticeable; he was just a little cold.

Today marks two years and ninety-one days since Zhou Yanshao left the country. It's the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, early winter.

It's freezing cold.

Li Bo stood there until his body stiffened before he moved his legs, preparing to leave. As he turned around and looked up, he saw a tall figure walking towards him against the light in the distance.

Under the black umbrella, Zhou Yanshao, with his silver hair, walked over from a distance, as if he had come to pick him up.

Li Bo thought that even if what happened next wasn't too pleasant, he would never forget this scene.

As expected, the umbrella in Zhou Yanshao's hand did not land on Li Bo's head.

Zhou Yanshao lowered his head and looked at him with a cold and arrogant gaze.

That look was so unfamiliar, like a sharp blade that sliced ​​open Li Bo's chest and pierced his heart. In Li Bo's memory, Zhou Yanshao had never looked at him with that kind of gaze before. Such a look contained too many emotions, which even the astute CEO Bo could not fully decipher.

Neither of them spoke. After staring at each other for a couple of seconds, Li Bo said gently, "Long time no see."

Zhou Yanshao sneered, as if he had heard a joke.

Li Bo snapped out of his reverie with a cold laugh, realizing his own "hypocrisy." Two years ago, Zhou Yanshao had sent him many text messages after going abroad, but he hadn't replied to a single one. Now, this polite greeting seemed utterly hypocritical and nauseating.

Li Bo looked at the documents in Zhou Yanshao's hand: "Have you read them?"

"Um."

Li Bo spread his hands and said with a smile, "If Young Master Zhou is really angry, he can vent his anger on me."

Zhou Yanshao is a Nordic combined skier. During his first winter abroad, he had an accident while training overseas and was rushed to the emergency room for several days. The incident even made the news.

Since Zhou Yanshao went abroad, Li Bo has not replied to Zhou Yanshao's messages, but he has not blocked him either.

Zhou Yanshao called him and sent him a text message as soon as he woke up to let him know he was safe. Li Bo saw the message but didn't reply. He had let Zhou Yanshao down.

It is said that those who fail to live up to a good intention should swallow ten thousand silver needles, otherwise they will go to hell after death.

People like Li Bo are destined for hell.

Zhou Yanshao said coldly, "I'm not interested."

Yes, Zhou Yanshao probably won't be in the mood for that tonight.

Li Bo lowered his head, his outstretched hands hanging down as if seeking an embrace, and walked away.

He took two steps, then suddenly stopped and looked back at Zhou Yanshao. Zhou Yanshao's hair color was very noticeable in the darkness, and Li Bo's heart tightened.

"Yan Shao, can you add me back?"