Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  "You will regret it." Yang Zongbao also didn't make it clear, anyway, when the time comes, he would have to swallow his own bitter fruit.

  A few people left the hospital and took a taxi to Jinjiang Hotel.

  Jinjiang in Zuohe Town is known as the only quasi-six-star hotel. However, Yang Zongbao doesn't think so. After all, compared to a national seven-star hotel that is completely gold-plated, even the toilet is gold, it's really not showing off its status at all. At the entrance, they even set up someone from an African country as a doorman in a pretentious manner. The red uniform and chocolate-colored skin create a striking visual impact.

  None of these were places Yang Zongbao was willing to visit now that she had arrived.

  Undoubtedly, it was the presidential suite. Red-haired George led the way in front. The people in the hall, because they all expressed some attention to Yang Zongbao's inappropriate attire. However, this would not cause any trouble for Yang Zongbao, who had long been used to being a stumbling block.

  The Presidential Suite should undoubtedly be on the top floor of a large hotel.

  Red-haired George took Yang Zongbao upstairs and pointed out a door to him.

  Yang Zongbao tidied up at the door for a while, his palms were all sweaty. He finally plucked up the courage to knock on the door.

  Footsteps soon echoed from inside.

  "Who is it?" Zhou Yi couldn't help but whisper behind Yang Zongbao: "So tense?"

  "Xiao Yiyu, don't disturb others, you and I have a date!" Red-haired George pinched Zhou Yi's neck and dragged him downstairs.

  The door opened in front of Yang Zongbao, and a woman wearing a lotus-leaf-edged sleeping gown stood inside. Her facial features were almost as perfect as those of a mixed-blood child, flawless.

  "Yang......" The pleasant sound, like a clear spring, instantly calmed Yang Zongbao's originally agitated mood.

  "Avril..." Yang Zongbao smiled kindly.

  "Come on in, this country is really different, I want to take a stroll, don't know if you have time?" Evie turned around and entered the house, climbed onto the bed, picked up a map of the city and started studying it.

  "These days I'll accompany you to walk around." Yang Zongbao naturally sat beside Aiwier, looking at her small appearance, his heart was filled with emotion.

  "I've heard that this city has many delicious places to eat, where should I start?" Avril wiggled her ten adorable toes.

  Extremely satisfied, his chest was filled with a subtle sourness and sweetness. As long as Yang Zongbao looked at Eve like this, all the troubles of the day would disappear.

  The phone suddenly vibrated. Yang Zongbao took it out and saw that it was a strange number, which read: I'm pregnant.

  No need to think much, Yang Zongbao knew who it was and replied with a short message: Is that mine?

  "Who is it?" asked Evie, tilting her head adorably. Her smooth hair fell down from behind her ears and cascaded onto her chest.

  "It's nothing." Yang Zongbao deleted the message.

  The other party quickly replied with a message: No.

  Yang Zongbao replied: What did you find me for?

  Can we talk about it when we meet?

  Yang Zongbao replied succinctly: No.

  After settling the phone call, Yang Zongbao said to Avril who was pouting: "Go change your clothes and I'll take you out for breakfast."

  "Alright."

  Avril happily rummaged through her luggage and pulled out a piece of clothing, then ran into the bathroom.

  Just then, Yang Zongbao's mobile phone rang. Yang Zongbao took a look and it was actually Zhou Yi's. As soon as he picked up the call, the noisy sound on the other end of the phone made Yang Zongbao unbearable to move his phone away from his ear.

  "Master, save me! I didn't mean it. Master, I didn't know George was gay?" Zhou Yi cried out on the phone.

  "He is not bent," Yang Zongbao said with certainty.

  "Really? We were getting along fine, having whiskey, and then he gave me a piece of chocolate, and then he was kind of... But since it wasn't bent, I didn't have anything to be afraid of. Maybe I'm just too sensitive." Zhou Yi's voice sounded relieved.

  But letting him off like this wouldn't be Yang Zongbao: "George is dual."

  "Ahhh..."

  Yang Zongbao didn't wait for Zhou Yigang's wail to come over and directly hung up the phone.

  "Who's there?" Evie came out in a little red dress and asked: "Who is it? Is George making trouble again?"

  "Uh, but nothing's going on. Just teasing the kid. It's cold outside, wear more." Yang Zongbao casually took another jacket from Evie's travel bag and carefully put it on her.

  "You're even younger than me, so old, be careful you won't be able to marry an older wife." Avril smiled sweetly.

  Yang Zongbao's heart was slightly aching. But facing that innocent face, he couldn't bear to rush him too much.

  "Let's go." Yang Zongbao carefully tightened Avril's collar and opened the door of the room.

  Avril followed Yang Zongbao with a smile.

  Yang Zongbao can't drive and doesn't have a car for the time being. He had to take a taxi. He spent 600 yuan to charter a taxi for a day.

  The taxi driver was very kind and took Yang Zongbao and Eve on a tour of the city, with a guided tour. Because Eve was particularly interested in Buddhist culture, the focus was on visiting the largest temple in the city, the White Buddha Temple.

  The White Buddha Temple is divided into nine levels of halls. It is said to be particularly effective, so there are more people who come to pray and the Buddhas worshipped here are all gilded with gold bodies.

  Although it is winter, people still come to burn incense sticks in an endless stream.

  "Shall we buy some?" Avril pointed at the incense sticks that people going back and forth in front of the Buddha were holding.

  "Buy it." Yang Zongbao picked up three high heels as thick as mineral water bottles and handed them to Eve.

  Avril was as excited as a little kid who had just gotten a new toy.

  The White Buddha Temple is built along the mountain with nine halls. Between each hall are 81 levels of stairs.

  Along the way, monkeys come out to forage. The monkeys here are not afraid of strangers and when begging passersby for food, they put their hands together in a Buddhist greeting, which is very cute. So pedestrians can't help but give them some food.

  Avril was amused by these lovely monkeys, laughing non-stop. Yang Zongbao doted on Avril's little face, worried that she would fall down the stairs.

  "Longevity and good health."

  A familiar voice. Yang Zongbao had forgotten that this temple had acquaintances.

  "Who is he?" Avril also found out that someone was calling Yang Zongbao and flashed in front of Yang Zongbao.

  "It's just a monk." Yang Zongbao also didn't want to explain more, and pulled Eve behind him.

  "I'm not a monk, I'm a layman who cultivates Buddhism." The manager was surprised that Yang Zongbao would bring a woman here. Of course, he spoke and acted in a way that showed he was quite protective of her.

  "Let's go." Yang Zongbao now has no good feelings towards the manager, and is even more unwilling to involve Eve, so he wants to leave quickly.

  "Wait, you're in luck. Today is the day when the Open Source Master will be lecturing on the scriptures. Would you like to come and take a look?" The manager's face was filled with a benevolent smile.

  "Alright, alright. Yang, let's go."

  Unable to withstand Avril's coquetry, Yang Zongbao had no choice but to agree.

  "Please follow me."

  The general led the way forward.

  Originally, Yang Zongbao and others still had other ordinary visitors, perhaps just going up the stairs. Most people wouldn't take a detour and leave the stairs.

  The general took Yang Zongbao and they didn't take the usual road.

  The deeper Yang Zongbao walked in, the more he discovered that despite the cold weather here, there were still bamboo leaves on the bamboo, and even on top of the bamboo leaves, the ice and snow had not yet melted.

  "Ow!" Eve, who was walking ahead, suddenly crouched down and hugged her own feet, groaning.

  "What's wrong?" Yang Zongbao hurriedly walked up to take a look.

  "Sprained ankle." Evie's eyes were brimming with tears.

  "It's okay, I'll carry you."

  Yang Zongbao squatted down in front of Avril and carried her on his back.

  "Am I heavy?" Avril teased, blowing on Yang Zongbao's neck.

  "Stop messing around, be careful not to drop it."

  Yang Zongbao said this without exaggeration. A woman who likes to get close to her own heart, a man with slightly weak self-control can't hold on at all. Let alone being teased.

  The housekeeper was more aware of the movements of the young couple behind him. However, there was no destruction that didn't know good from bad, and in his opinion, Yang Zongbao could have such a time with a true heart not often.

  After walking for about an hour or so, one could faintly hear the thick and sonorous chanting of scriptures.

  A unique and rhythmic melody, with a captivating "Diamond Sutra", drilled into Yang Zongbao's ears.

  "Master."

  Just as Yang Zongbao was about to lose his mind, the general spoke up.

  Yang Zongbao's pupils suddenly contracted violently. In the not-too-distant bamboo forest, where there was originally nothing, a thin monk in a Buddhist robe appeared. The monk's face was withered and dry, his green Buddhist robes fluttering without wind.

  "What's the matter with White Buddha?" The old monk, thin as a skeleton, suddenly opened his eyes, shining brightly.

  "I am the Buddha." Yang Zongbao remembered a passage from the Diamond Sutra that the old monk had recited earlier, so he replied accordingly.

  "Good, good, good." The old monk looked at Yang Zongbao with approval: "The donor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, why not shave his head and become a monk to attain freedom and ease?"

  Yang Zongbao was speechless, who would have thought that meeting her would make him a monk. Feeling the tension on his back from Evie, Yang Zongbao said: "Just now I answered casually, I still like the red dust world."

  "Master, he is Yang Zongbao." The manager felt that the two were getting more and more unreliable, so he quickly brought up the main topic.

  "Everything is fate. You have entered the realm of karma." The old monk finished speaking, and once again closed his eyes to chant. Only this time, he disappeared in front of Yang Zongbao's face. But he didn't disappear. If Yang Zongbao looked carefully, he would find that the old monk was still there. He had just merged with nature around him.

  Yang Zongbao carried Eve back along the same route.

  "Master, didn't you want me to open it for you?" said the steward after Yang Zongbao left.

  "He's not someone I can resolve for you. This is your karma. Ten years ago, didn't you flee here to escape the unease in your heart? Now your creditor has arrived, do you still want to hide?" The old monk suddenly shouted loudly.

  "It's all your fault." The manager bowed down: "But is there really no way to resolve it? The child you raised..."

  "His fate, his grandfather's wasn't enough? Can you change it? If he hadn't broken the law when he was young, maybe he wouldn't be alive now."

  "The old master for this grandson..."

  "Many things are fine just knowing about them, no need to investigate further. Just go with the flow. Amitabha."

  A gust of wind blew by, and the bamboo leaves fell in profusion. In an instant, most of the bamboos were left bare.

  "Your Buddhism is too annoying, saying that no one can understand it." Avril complained all the way, cute and spoiled.

  "It's you who has come." Yang Zongbao said with a smile.

  Yang Zongbao?

  Yang Zongbao looked and found it was Hu Dong: "How did you get here?"

  "I've come to see you, things haven't been going well for me lately, you know."

  Yang Zongbao had also heard about it, Hu Dong's surgeries were particularly thrilling these past few times. He came to pay his respects today probably to ward off bad luck. The longer a surgeon practices, the more they tend to believe in some inexplicable things. When they can't figure something out, they'll come to pay their respects, this is common knowledge within the industry. So when Hu Dong said Yang Zongbao knew about it, Yang Zongbao just nodded in agreement.