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

  "But your pores aren't that big?" Zhou Yi didn't believe this girl was Italian.

  "Mind your own business." Suddenly enraged, Rose slammed a milk cup onto Zhou Yi's body.

  Fortunately, the milk inside wasn't scalding hot, and Zhou Yi was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

  "The first thing I teach you is don't question what I say, otherwise I won't guarantee that the next person to pass by will be a knife."

  Who would have thought that this sweet and lovely red-haired girl in front of me was so rough and savage.

  "If I were you, I wouldn't get angry now." Yang Zongbao floated over, handed something to Zhou Yi, and then floated away.

  Jasmine wasn't used to eating outside food, so Yang Zongbao had no choice but to cook himself. Fortunately, there was still some leftover dishes that Zhou Yi had brought a few days ago in the refrigerator, which could be used to make a simple meal.

  Yang Zongbao has another advantage, that is, his cooking is equivalent to a five-star standard. Although it may lack in appearance, those with experience know that as long as it's something Yang Zongbao brings out, even if it's a black and unappetizing thing, it will unexpectedly taste good.

  "Brother Bao, how did you get to know him?" Baoguo asked in a low and gloomy tone as he approached Yang Zongbao who was cooking.

  "You also have a past that I don't know about." Yang Zongbao didn't answer directly, but instead blocked Baoguo's mouth from the side. It wasn't that he didn't believe Baoguo, it was just that he couldn't let him know for the time being.

  The living room, isn't that where Zhou Yi's miserable cry came from? Yang Zongbao stretched out his head and shouted at Zhou Yi: "Don't touch a single hair on her!"

  "Master, if I don't hit back, I'll be beaten to death!" Zhou Yi cried out for help to Yang Zongbao.

  "Then die."

  Yang Zongbao withdrew his head and continued to Bao Guo who was waiting for an answer: "I knew him at that time, I hope you don't mention it again."

  "I'm sorry," said Baoguo in a low voice.

  Yang Zongbao almost used up all the remaining mutton to make a dry pot and stir-fried some green vegetables, which looked like they could poison someone.

  Zhou Yi didn't dare to make a move, but Jin Rong was devouring his food without hesitation, saying with his mouth full: "You guys shouldn't compete with me for food, otherwise I'll throw my chopsticks."

  "Master, what does it mean that Eldest Sister Cai Wei threw her dagger?" Zhou Yi had been entangled in this problem that Eldest Sister Cai Wei threatened him with all night.

  A whooshing sound.

  A few strands of hair fell beside Zhou Yi's ear. Zhou Yi turned his head back and saw a deep mark on the wall behind him, with a shiny surgical knife at the base of the wall.

  "I was wrong." Zhou Yi honestly started eating with his head down.

  "It's very accurate." Baoguo said and also started eating without speaking.

  "Where do you live?" Yang Zongbao served dishes for Qiangwei.

  "Are you going to live here?" Violet wondered why Yang Zongbao would ask that.

  "Let's stay overnight today and go back home tomorrow," said Yang Zongbao.

  "Why?" Camellia pouted with her bright red lips, making one want to bite them.

  Yang Zongbao withdrew his attention and said: "You take care of yourself a bit, your body is not good..."

  "Don't mention this again, I don't want to hear it. Where am I sleeping?" Rose unhappily changed the subject.

  Yang Zongbao had no choice but to point out the location of the room to this arrogant young lady, who still entered with a bad attitude.

  Zhou Yi originally wanted to stay here, but was pulled away by Bao Guo, who grabbed his collar and dragged him off.

  Yang Zongbao put away the bowls and plates, washed his face slightly, and lay down on the sofa.

  Maybe it was because there was a truly familiar person by his side that Yang Zongbao fell asleep quickly.

  In the middle of the night, Yang Zongbao's chest felt suffocated, thinking it was a nightmare, silently reciting in his heart: "Great Compassion Great Mercy South No Guanyin Bodhisattva." After reciting several times without effect, he could only force himself to barely open his eyes.

  "Jasmine." Yang Zongbao helplessly looked at the woman pressing down on him.

  "Are you awake? Now that we're awake, let's be human." The red rose pulled at Yang Zongbao's clothes, but the thunder was loud and the raindrops were small. For half a day, except for pulling Yang Zongbao's collar slightly wider, there was no further action.

  "Rose, okay, stop it, go to sleep." Yang Zongbao felt a wave of weakness, did this woman still have any self-awareness as a female?

  "What's wrong, are you scared?" Violet didn't know what was getting into her either.

  "What's wrong with you? You're scaring me!" Yang Zongbao also noticed that Violet was in a bad mood.

  "There's nothing, I just feel that the girl this afternoon, your attitude was very different. You never used to cause trouble." Xiangwei leaned against Yang Zongbao's chest, feeling the resonance in his chest cavity: "Do you like her?"

  "It's true that such a beautiful girl is worthy of admiration, but you know it's forever impossible." Yang Zongbao sighed.

  "I knew it was impossible, that's why I didn't stop you. The person in your heart can't be replaced by anyone else." Rose's voice gradually faded away: "If you dare to disappoint her, I'll kill you." Rose suddenly returned to her true nature, got down from Yang Zongbao's chest, and with one foot heavily trampled on his belly, she ran away angrily.

  Yang Zongbao hugged his stomach and thought, "That girl is too fierce!"

  The beginning of the fateful bond originated from a period of time that Yang Zongbao was not too willing to recall.

  Disturbed by the rose, Yang Zongbao couldn't sleep anymore and got on the computer. Still in a different time zone across the Atlantic. So as soon as Yang Zongbao logged onto QQ, George started spamming messages.

  "Zongbao, has Qiangwei arrived?"

  "We're here."

  "Are you dead?"

  "No."

  "Can you say a few more words?"

  "Okay."

  "Rose needs a blood transfusion, don't forget to take her to the hospital."

  "Uh-huh."

  "You little rascal won't come out, Camellia is worried about being treated here, you'd better hurry up, Camellia's illness can't be delayed."

  "Have you found a match?" Yang Zongbao thought for a moment and typed out a few words.

  "You've finally said something worthwhile. The match has been found, but Rose herself is unwilling." George from the other side of the Atlantic continued typing after a long while: "Yang, you know the reason."

  "It's all arranged, I'll get her back within a week."

  Yang Zongbao finished speaking and went offline. Violet had quietly stood at the door of the study room.

  During the day, I didn't notice it, but now looking at Xiang Wei against the light, her complexion was pale to a few points. Just now, I didn't discover that the wrist grabbed by Mei Wenxin had already turned dark purple in a circle.

  "I won't accept surgery," Camellia said proudly.

  "I'm going back tomorrow." Yang Zongbao said without hesitation.

  "No." Camellia was also insistent.

  "Why?" Yang Zongbao couldn't bear to see the people he cared about treating their bodies so badly.

  "Mind your own business." Hawthorn ran off, the red big wave on her back swung an arc in the air, revealing her thin shoulders.

  Yang Zongbao furrowed his brow, not expecting Rose to have become so emaciated. Judging from George's words, Rose's condition must be quite severe, and if she continued to deteriorate at this rate, it was likely that she wouldn't be able to hold on.

  After hesitating for a long time, Yang Zongbao finally dialed an overseas call.

  After hanging up the phone, Yang Zongbao felt a lot better with the weight of the stone in his heart. If all else fails, he can just hold onto Cuiwei and go back. But before that, he needs to resolve Mei Wenxin's situation. It's actually a very melodramatic plot. Mei Wenxin's mother remarried her current father, but recently Mei's father was investigated for tax evasion and naturally found the relatively powerful lawyer Huang Boran's son, Huang Tianpeng. Playing to his interests, Mei Wenxin, being so beautiful, was sent out as an offering.

  The consequences might not be so good, but Yang Zongbao was uncertain about what to do. Should he play it clean or flirt? According to his previous thoughts, he would directly go over and bully the opponent until they were afraid. However, it seemed that the opponent wanted to play a trick, and in some sense, playing tricks was easier to deal with. Yang Zongbao didn't think that speaking for the Yang family wasn't enough. So what should he do?

  He picked up "Philosophy" with ease, Yang Zongbao was a standard science student, but he was extremely interested in philosophy. All the problems that needed to be figured out and thoroughly understood would eventually boil down to a fundamental philosophical contradiction, and there was no way to escape this rule. Moreover, it was strange that most of the great philosophers were also outstanding doctors. From another perspective, philosophy is the foundation of all disciplines, and once you master philosophy, the problems of other disciplines will be easily solved.

  Yang Zongbao was flipping through "Philosophy" at this time, not to find answers, but when his mind was wandering, he could calm down, and it was also a kind of quitting smoking syndrome.

  Near dawn, Yang Zongbao made a decision. Although unwilling, he still used the direct and swift method of "shaking the mountain to shock the tiger".

  After thinking clearly, Yang Zongbao called Baoguo: "Baoguo, get me a key to one of those six houses. And I also want you to help me save face."

  "Brother Bao, it's like you're hiding a beauty in a golden house!" Baoguo joked from the other side.

  "Stop it, you know." Yang Zongbao sighed helplessly.

  "Really? You also want those broken shoes?" Baoguo exclaimed on the other end of the phone.

  "No, just helping out. Has the old lady's property transfer lawyer been found?" Yang Zongbao suddenly changed his tone.

  "Uh......no." Baoguo still hadn't reacted yet.

  "Then go find Huang Boran." Yang Zongbao's mouth curled up into a smile.

  "Brother Bao, did I ever say you're a hypocrite?" Baoguo said with a tremble.

  "If you can understand what I mean, then you're no ordinary person."

  Hahaha...

  After hanging up the phone, he made an appointment with Bao Guo for a certain day. Yang Zongbao finally felt completely at ease.

  Before going out in the morning, I fried an egg for Violet and poured a glass of milk.

  But just as they were about to reach the door, Cai Wei's crimson dress wrapped around Yang Zongbao's wrist, and she said rudely: "I'm going with you."

  Yang Zongbao lowered his head and saw the dark purple wrist of Qiangwei, but he didn't say anything and had to take this burden out the door.

  Huang Boru's office building was just inside this building, so when Yang Zongbao appeared in the imperial lawyer's office, it was only a few minutes.

  Inside, the front desk receptionist saw a bewildering scene. A smaller but stunning foreign beauty was walking into the office with her arm around a young man wearing a domestically-made sports suit that had been washed until it was white, and who still looked quite immature. Fortunately, the receptionist was very professional and knew that many wealthy clients liked to show off, so she still warmly invited them to sit on the sofa and poured two cups of instant coffee. However, the subsequent service was not perfect. Yang Zongbao and Qiangwei were left sitting on the sofa in front of the reception desk waiting.

  In the crowded corridor, men are uniformly resentful of Yang Zongbao, while women are uniformly ashamed. In the end, it's all because Rose's beauty is too unforgettable.

  "Who is this?"

  Yang Zongbao was drinking instant coffee when he unexpectedly heard such a rude voice. He looked up and it was indeed Huang Tianpeng.

  "Hmm." Yang Zongbao responded as if he hadn't heard the sarcasm in Huang Tianpeng's words, answering seriously.

  Huang Tianpeng didn't expect Yang Zongbao to be so calm and collected, so he shifted the topic to the beautiful woman in red beside him. Actually, he had noticed this flash of red from afar. He hadn't expected that upon closer inspection, she would be even more stunning, with skin as white as snow that seemed almost translucent. His old habit flared up again - if there were bloodstains on such pale skin, it would be a beauty that was both shocking and thrilling.