My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

Zhou Yanshao used to not smoke, and no one liked him smoking.

Now he smokes.

The strong smell of tobacco made Li Bo even more awake.

In six years, Zhou Yanshao has changed a lot. Li Bo doesn't even dare to say he knows Zhou Yanshao very well now.

All he knew was that Zhou Yanshao's embrace was warm, so warm that Li Bo shamelessly wanted to abandon morality and hug Zhou Yanshao back tightly. But when he raised his hand, he gently patted Zhou Yanshao's arm, signaling Zhou Yanshao to let go.

"Go take a shower, I'll call you when it's ready to eat."

Zhou Yanshao held him tightly, refusing to let go. "Don't you have anything to say?"

Li Bo saw the uprooted epiphyllum flower and knew that he was going to "get married." Did he have nothing to say to him? Nothing to ask him? Why did he act like an outsider... as if he didn't care about anything and didn't want to know anything?

Li Bo choked up for a moment: "Let's talk later."

Zhou Yanshao's hand, which was supporting the back of Li Bo's head, trembled slightly. He slowly let go of Li Bo and went upstairs with a cold expression.

Li Bo stood there, watching Zhou Yanshao go upstairs. It took him a while before he returned to the kitchen to continue cooking for Zhou Yanshao. He was absent-minded the whole time, and he accidentally cut his hand with the sharp knife. Blood seeped out, and Li Bo pressed on it to stop the bleeding. He pressed for a while before the bleeding was barely stopped.

The food in the pot smelled burnt, so Li Bo wasted a plate of food, threw it away, and made a new plate.

Li Bo spent a long time preparing this dinner.

My entire back was soaked with sweat; I was terrified.

Five years ago, the fire wasn't started by him, but by Li Yao. Li Yao went mad, grabbed a knife, and injured many people. When he saw Li Bo, he chased after him and started slashing at him.

Li Bo didn't want to live, nor was he willing to die like this.

Amidst the raging fire, Li Yao chased him for a long time. His arm was slashed by a knife, and blood flowed freely. After kicking Li Yao twice, he covered his wound and ran to a side courtyard. The house in the side courtyard collapsed, burying him underneath.

He was being roasted by the smoke, watching the fire grow bigger and bigger, feeling helpless and desperate.

Five years ago, Li Bo really thought he would die in that fire.

When Li Bo's consciousness became somewhat hazy, he remembered many things: Ah Huai's failure to cure his mother's illness, how he thought he could finally have a home when he was adopted from the orphanage, the heartache Wan Tongzhi felt when he held him, and Zhou Yanshao's promise to take care of him...

Ah Huai became Lin Yi'an, and Li Bo lived for Zhou Yanshao.

It seems he has never lived for himself even once.

It seems that Li Bo never experienced the life that belonged to Li Jianyue.

He wanted to survive, so he pushed away the charred wooden stick with all his might. His hand was burned and bled, but he didn't feel any pain.

A powerful will to survive allowed him to crawl out of the rubble. His lungs were filled with thick smoke, and Li Bo's consciousness was already blurred. He struggled to hold onto the wall and try to walk out...

On his way out of the Li family, he encountered Wan Gong's men.

Wan Gong's subordinates took Li Bo away.

Li Bo survived and left the capital.

The fire left Li Bo with a huge psychological scar.

He was so afraid that he didn't dare to cook for five years, but tonight he broke his rule at Xizi Bay.

Li Bo finished cooking and put the meal on the table. When he went upstairs to call Zhou Yanshao, Zhou Yanshao came out of the bathroom with a towel hanging loosely around his lean waist, his well-defined muscles immediately catching the eye.

Further down, Li Bo's pupils trembled instinctively. Even with the towel covering his face, making it impossible to see clearly, just a glimpse was enough to inspire awe.

Li Bo couldn't even bear to think about it, let alone look at it directly; it was probably even more pungent than being scorched by the thick smoke of a raging fire.

Li Bo looked up. "Dinner is ready."

Zhou Yanshao noticed Li Bo's gaze, raised an eyebrow slightly, and commanded, "Come here."

Li Bo remained unmoved: "..."

"Please apply this medicine for me."

Li Bo looked at Zhou Yanshao as calmly as possible: "What medicine?"

Zhou Yanshao went to the bedroom to get a tube of ointment, put it on the coffee table, sat down on the sofa, and gestured for Li Bo to come over.

Li Bo walked over and saw obvious bruises on Zhou Yanshao's back and elbows—quite a few, clearly from a fall. Nordic combined is inherently dangerous; falls are common.

"Please apply this ointment to my right back."

Li Bo gently touched Zhou Yanshao's back and asked, "Here?"

Zhou Yanshao replied irrelevantly, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Xizi Bay has underfloor heating, and Li Bogang was cooking, so it's impossible for his hands to be cold.

"I just washed my hands after cooking," Li Bo rubbed his fingertips. "Is it this spot?"

"A little higher up."

Li Bo moved his finger two inches up Zhou Yanshao's back and asked again, "Here?"

"A little to the right."

"here?"

"Um."

As Li Bo tore open the ointment and applied it to Zhou Yanshao, he asked, "Do you get injured often?"

"Um."

"Safety should be a priority during training."

"Oh." Zhou Yanshao's mood improved a bit.

After Li Bo applied the ointment to Zhou Yanshao, Zhou Yanshao went back to his bedroom to get dressed. When he came downstairs, Li Bo had set out three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Zhou Yanshao stared at the extra set of bowls and chopsticks and walked over.

Li Bo glanced towards the door. "Isn't my girlfriend coming?"

"..."

Zhou Yanshao was furious. The two people he was referring to included Li Bo.

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

"Oh... okay." Li Bo breathed a sigh of relief. "I haven't cooked in a long time, so it might not suit your taste. You should try it."

Zhou Yanshao put the extra bowls and chopsticks that Li Bo had taken out back, and as he sat down, he said in a low voice, "I won't let you cook for others."

Li Bo looked up, then looked down again, and said, "Hmm."

Yu Guangzhong and Zhou Yanshao picked up their chopsticks and took a piece of green vegetable. Li Bo looked up at Zhou Yanshao eating. After a few chews, Zhou Yanshao's expression darkened slightly: "Did you taste it when you made it?"

"I forgot...it's been so long since I cooked." Li Bo sounded a little nervous. "What's wrong? Is it too salty?"

"Um."

Li Bo placed the vegetables in front of himself: "I'll eat this, you can try something else."

Zhou Yanshao tasted several dishes, and they were either too salty or too bland.

Li Bo would always taste the food he cooked before, but he didn't this time.

Seeing that Zhou Yanshao remained silent, Li Bo offered a way out: "If it doesn't taste good, then forget it. I bought a lot of ingredients, and I'll have someone come over and cook it for you tomorrow."

"Need not."

"Sorry, it's been too long since I've cooked."

Li Bo picked up his chopsticks and started eating the vegetables in front of him.

Young Master Zhou has a very discerning palate. He's used to a life of luxury and can taste very clearly whether something is too salty or too bland. If it were someone else, they wouldn't be able to tell the difference unless it was too salty or too bland.

"Don't eat that." Zhou Yanshao moved the vegetables aside; they were the saltiest thing on the whole table.

Li Bo switched to other dishes, specifically choosing those that Zhou Yanshao ate less of.

Zhou Yanshao quickly discovered that he had tricked Li Bo into eating a lot of meat.

Halfway through the meal, Zhou Yanshao asked, "What did you want to talk to me about?"