My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

If Zhou Yanshao had reacted even a fraction of a second slower, perhaps the dagger would have already pierced Li Bo's chest. That speed, Li Cheng's determination to kill Li Bo, and the fatal location...

Li Bo couldn't possibly live to see the ambulance arrive.

Zhou Yanshao didn't have time to calculate and weigh so many things at the time. His body triggered a protective mechanism more like an instinct, but it was this protective mechanism that protected Li Bo and prevented him from getting hurt.

Fortunately, Li Bo was not injured.

Li Bo turned over, and the recliner creaked.

Facing Zhou Yanshao, in the darkness, by the moonlight, he traced Zhou Yanshao's deep and handsome features. For the first time, Li Bo offered an explanation for himself.

"Li Cheng's words are not..."

Zhou Yanshao interrupted him: "I know."

Zhou Yanshao's voice was so solemn and firm that Li Bo's heart trembled.

Li Bo reached out and pulled the blanket up for Zhou Yanshao: "Go to sleep."

Give me your phone.

"Um?"

"Hurry up."

Li Bo handed the phone to Zhou Yanshao, who then put it under his pillow and went to sleep.

Li Bo felt particularly uncomfortable sleeping in the folding recliner. Afraid of disturbing Zhou Yanshao, he didn't turn over. He slept all night, but his back was still hurting badly. Li Bo didn't get up until the doctor came to check on him at 8:30. He talked to the doctor at the door for a while, and then went to buy breakfast.

When they returned, Zhou Yanshao was awake.

"Have something to eat," Li Bo said. "Give me your phone, I'll make a call and ask my friends on the Australian island which hospital is good, and I'll switch you to another one."

Zhou Yanshao handed him the phone, and Li Bo could clearly feel that the phone was a little hot. He glanced at the call log and saw that Uncle Xiang had called, and the call lasted for two minutes.

Li Bo called Fei Ye, who told him that last night's events were an accident and that he had already dealt with Li Cheng's situation. However, Fei Ye checked Li Cheng's call records and found that Li Cheng had called the Li family. If nothing unexpected happened, the Li family would already be on the Australian island.

After all, without evidence, Fei Ye wouldn't admit it, and the Li family couldn't do anything about it, but Li Bo was different.

Fei Ye asked Li Bo, "Do you need me to arrange a plane to send you back to China?"

Li Bo rubbed his temples. It would take about five hours to get back to China from Australia. Zhou Yanshao's surgery was over, so it would be good for him to go back to Beijing for medical treatment. He nodded, "Okay, thank you."

"How is Yan Shao's injury?"

"I suffered a massive hemorrhage and went into shock for a while last night. I underwent emergency repair surgery. I don't know if there will be any long-term effects."

"I'll send someone to pick you up first, and then I'll take you back to the capital at noon."

"Um."

Li Bo hung up the phone and returned to his ward. A short while later, Fei Ye's men arrived. Li Bo completed the discharge procedures and went to Fei Ye's private airport. Fei Ye called his private doctor to accompany the two of them back to Beijing.

On the plane, Li Bo lifted Zhou Yanshao's arm and supported it with his palm, so that Zhou Yanshao's injured hand would be suspended in the air and would not press on the wound.

"I'll keep an eye on your wound while you get some sleep."

Zhou Yanshao looked at the bloodshot eyes under Li Bo's gold-rimmed glasses, turned slightly to the side, rested his chin on Li Bo's neck, and almost hugged him completely. His other uninjured hand went into Li Bo's shirt.

Beijing is much colder than Australia. Before boarding the plane, Fei Ye brought all the clothes they had left at the hotel. Li Bo draped a trench coat over his shoulders. The coat was made by Zhou Yanshao and was very large and loose, just enough to cover all his movements.

The private doctor sat in the back row and couldn't see anything.

"Behave yourself," Li Bo reminded him.

"It's cold." Zhou Yanshao's hands were not in a convenient position to put on clothes. His coat from last night was stained with blood, so he was only wearing a white T-shirt. But now he was on an airplane with air conditioning, so he wasn't cold at all.

Li Bo remained silent, letting Zhou Yanshao's hand rest on his skin.

The large, rough hands were anything but still, moving from his waist and abdomen to his chest, until Li Bo's cheeks flushed slightly and he covered up a soft groan with a cough. Only then did the hands behave themselves and stop moving to other places.

It's said to be honest, but actually it's about finding the right spot and repeatedly circling around.

At this point, Li Bo simply couldn't refuse Zhou Yanshao.

When the plane landed, Li Bo froze, a sense of embarrassment filling the air. As his private doctor approached, Li Bo pulled his coat to hide his reaction, removed the hands from his body, and slowly and elegantly buttoned his shirt.

Zhou Yanshao stood up, his tall figure blocking Li Bo's view.

After tidying up, Li Bo got up and got off the plane.

Before Li Bo even left the airport, Uncle Xiang, accompanied by an elderly and dignified man, stood at a distance, his face cold and his eyes sharp as a hawk's as he stared at him.

A maid trotted over: "Young master, it's cold in the capital."

The maid helped Zhou Yanshao put on a trench coat over one arm, while the other arm was draped over his shoulder. His injured arm was bent, and his palm was exposed outside the trench coat. The black trench coat looked different on Zhou Yanshao, unlike the loose and baggy one on Li Bo.

Zhou Yanshao's tall and slender figure perfectly complemented the trench coat, making him look dashing, handsome, and imposing.

"Let me do it, Mr. Bo." The maid took the suitcase from Li Bo's hands.

Li Bo smiled and said, "Thank you."

Zhou Yanshao stopped, raised an eyebrow, looked at Uncle Xiang and his grandfather in the distance, glanced at Li Bo, and when Li Bo walked to his side, he reached out and took Li Bo's hand without any hesitation.

Li Bo was stunned.

Zhou Yanshao's hand was very strong and powerful. He led him to Wan Zhong.

Zhou Yanshao laughed and asked, "Grandpa, what brought you here?"

Wan Zhong stared at Zhou Yanshao's bandaged wound. "If I hadn't come, and something had happened to you on Australia Island—" Wan Zhong looked at Li Bo, his eyes sharp and cold: "How could I face your parents?"

Zhou Yanshao was the eldest son of the Zhou family and Wan Zhong's grandson, his only grandson.

Wan Zhong had always doted on Zhou Yanshao since childhood. When he heard that Zhou Yanshao had been injured and had undergone surgery on the Australian island, he was so frightened that he immediately flew back from abroad, even putting his important work aside.

"Grandpa, you're too kind. It's just a hand injury, nothing serious. Look at me, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?" Zhou Yanshao grinned.

Wan Zhong pointed at Zhou Yanshao's hand: "Is this what you call 'all right'?"

In front of Wan Zhong, Zhou Yanshao stretched his hands and said, "It's really nothing, I'll recover in a while."

Uncle Xiang reminded him from the side, "Uncle Wan, let's talk in the car. It's cold outside, and Yan Shao isn't wearing much."

Wan Zhong nodded, then turned his gaze back to the trench coat that Li Bo was wearing, which clearly did not belong to Li Bo.

Today, the only person who could get Old Master Wan to come here is Uncle Xiang.

When Uncle Xiang called Li Bo, Zhou Yanshao answered, feeling angry. He knew Uncle Xiang was trying to use the Wan family to suppress Li Bo.

Li Bo knew perfectly well what was going on.

"Let's get in the car first," Wan Zhong sighed.

Uncle Xiang: "Xiao Bo, come ride in the same car with me, let Grandpa Wan and Yan Shao catch up."