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

  The sun rose slowly from the surface of the lake, and the water also changed from crimson to orange-yellow. Yang Zongbao had to narrow his eyes in order not to be dazzled by the sunlight.

  When the sunshine finally poured onto the earth, the two calves' figures were indeed poetic and picturesque. Some morning-running girls were really dazzled by these two calves.

  "You have a lot of free time and a carefree spirit."

  Yang Zongbao's head was shrouded in a shadow.

  "You're not going to make money, what are you doing here? Is there nothing for the Yang family to do?" Yang Zongbao simply raised his legs.

  "You..." Yang Fenghuang wanted to get angry, but she suppressed her temper again: "Tomorrow's dinner party I'll go with Yang Shuo."

  Yang Fenghua didn't even know why she wanted to say this. In fact, there was nothing that happened, but she brought it up anyway.

  "Oh." Yang Zongbao responded with a wave of his hand.

  "What's wrong?" Yang Fenghua leaned in closer.

  "Move aside, you're blocking my sunlight."

  "Yang Zongbao, go die." Yang Fenghuang grabbed Yang Zongbao's collar and shook him violently up and down.

  "Stop stop stop stop." Yang Zongbao suddenly raised his hands in surrender.

  "What? Are you afraid now?" Yang Fenghua's suspicious hands stopped in mid-air.

  "I'm going to the toilet." Yang Zongbao turned over and let Yang Fenghua get off his body.

  "Why?" Yang Fenghua was puzzled.

  "My face just touched your chest, what did you say I went to the toilet for?" Yang Zongbao said shamelessly.

  "You're shameless."

  Yang Zongbao suddenly found himself spinning around, and then his back hurt, only to realize that he had been thrown over Yang Fenghua's shoulder.

  "Yang, your wife is very strict." George looked down at Yang Zongbao with a condescending attitude.

  Yang Zongbao maintained a landing posture, lying comfortably: "Women... women..." There was no more talk afterwards.

  George also ignored Yang Zongbao's sudden nervousness and saw that Fenghuangnu had left, so he didn't think about it anymore.

  ……

  "Wenwen, what are you drawing?" In the NEWFEEL outdoor café across the street, a short-haired girl was painting something on her board.

  The little girl known as Wenwen smiled slightly and pushed the painting board aside.

  On the drawing board, it was George fishing, Yang Zongbao's clothes were disheveled, and there were still a few blades of grass hanging on his head. Although it was just a simple sketch, no one would mistake it.

  The man who asked was a refined gentleman, and he smiled slightly when he saw the sketch. However, he didn't look closely, and although there were two people in the picture, upon closer inspection, it can be seen that George had no facial features, but Yang Zongbao, who was lying on the ground, did.

  ……

  Yang Zongbao seemed to have slept for his whole life, and it wasn't until Uncle Mei brought lunch at noon that he woke up with a start.

  "Are you starving to death?!" George couldn't stand Yang Zongbao's eating posture, he didn't seem to be in a hurry, but his rice was disappearing fast.

  Yang Zongbao swallowed his last mouthful of rice and said with a blank expression: "Am I like you or are you like me?" After finishing speaking, he immediately lay down to rest.

  George touched his chin with his hand and found a grain of rice on it. With a swift motion, he threw it into his mouth and quietly lowered his head to pick up more rice.

  Mei Shu gave Yang Zongbao a strange look with his eyes and then turned back after collecting the lunch box.

  George put his fishing rod by the lake after dinner and took a nap in the same way as Yang Zongbao.

  The middle of Furong Road was almost deserted at noon, allowing Yang Zongbao and George to sleep very quietly.

  Yang Zongbao felt an itch on his face and opened his eyes to find himself staring into a pair of deep brown cat's eyes.

  It seemed that Yang Zongbao was startled by the sudden opening of his eyes, and the cat, who was originally squatting, fell backwards onto the lawn. Yang Zongbao just looked at him falling on the grass without lending a hand to help.

  "You're bad." The kitten pouted, rubbing its own butt and complaining about Yang Zongbao.

  "Do you eat sweets?"

  "Huh?" Yang Zongbao's words were unexpected, and Miao'er momentarily forgot to squeeze out tears.

  "Toffee or chocolate?" Yang Zongbao dug out candies from his pocket, as an anaesthesiologist, he often couldn't eat normally, so he always carried some high-calorie snacks in his pocket. Now they came in handy to comfort the little one.

  "What are you plotting?" The kitten looked at Yang Zongbao with guarded eyes, as if afraid he was a bad uncle.

  Yang Zongbao smiled and put the candy into the little fatty's hands, saying with a smile: "Little fart, where did you get so many tricks? Eat yours."

  "Meow." The kitten carefully put the candy into its own pocket, without dropping a single piece or saying thank you, and left.

  "Hey, Yang, has your invincible charm disappeared?" George didn't know when he woke up and casually struck a few poses to show off his physique.

  Yang Zongbao didn't wait to see his disturbance, and said: "No one here is interested in your body, so restrain yourself."

  "Yang, you don't understand this perfect body of strength and beauty." George ran to check the fishing rod, unexpectedly finding nothing on the hook: "I'm going, is there still any heavenly justice?"

  Ignoring George's frantic grab, Yang Zongbao walked over, snatched the fishing rod and casually cast a line.

  "Are you going to catch fish like that?" George joked from the side, but soon swallowed his own tongue.

  Yang Zongbao pulled up a crucian carp with one pull of his fishing rod.

  "Is this for real? This is also okay?" George stared at all of this with his mouth agape, holding the lively carp in his hands, muttering to himself. Finally, he suddenly enlightened and looked at Yang Zongbao's departing back with a face full of admiration: "Chinese Kung Fu."

  Yang Zongbao originally didn't know what he was doing, just casually throwing out a hook, and unexpectedly caught a fish. He immediately handed the fishing rod back to George and coolly walked away. Unexpectedly, George mistakenly thought it was Chinese kung fu and almost made Yang Zongbao trip over his own feet.

  Yang Zongbao walked onto the main road and found that George had abandoned those fishing books, started to learn from Yang Zongbao's style, casting a line to fish, quickly walking away in big strides, lest he would be caught up in a moment.

  As he walked, Yang Zongbao found that there were still people nodding and greeting him. Yang Zongbao didn't know when his sense of presence had become so strong. But he would still nod back at them.

  "Sister is him."

  Suddenly, a cat-like girl with short hair appeared in front of Yang Zongbao.

  Yang Zongbao found that the girl and the cat had eyes of the same deep brown color, even their hair was also deep brown: "Is it you?"

  "Sister, it was him, he hit me." The kitten's eyes were full of resentment and anger as she pointed at Yang Zongbao, with what looked like chocolate still on the corner of her mouth.

  "Two treasures, stop bothering."

  The girl was scolding her younger brother. Only when Yang Zongbao walked in did he realize that the girl was about his height, very slender, without the fashionable figure that girls nowadays pursued, wearing a pair of overalls, and Yang Zongbao could even smell the scent of oil paint on her.

  "My brother doesn't understand, please don't mind." The girl said softly, not being shy at all. Her overall's belt was slung over her shoulder, and her eyebrows were very light. She stood casually, but didn't look bad, seemingly well-behaved.

  "It's nothing." Yang Zongbao couldn't possibly say that Er Bao, the cat with heterochromia, was cute.

  Seeing Yang Zongbao's awkwardness, the girl smiled faintly: "No need to force it."

  Yang Zongbao was amazed at the girl's intelligence.

  "What's wrong?"

  Only Er Bao was present and didn't understand the situation, dazedly asking questions.

  "Let's go, let's go home for dinner." The girl gently took hold of Er Bao's chubby hand.

  "Wenwen, why are you being so unreasonable? Don't you care about our family at all? I'm your brother, Er Bao, after all." Er Bao immediately became impolite as soon as he saw his sister wasn't backing him up.

  "Fatty, what's all the fuss about? Let's go home." Yang Zongbao gave Er Bao a kick.

  It's unclear whether it was this nickname or "fatty" that made the little guy burst into loud wails and run far away.

  "My name is Wenwen." The girl comforted her brother no more, but instead stretched out her hand to Yang Zongbao.

  "Yang Zongbao." Yang Zongbao didn't think this courtesy was too formal just because his opponent was small.

  The girl's fingers were long and slender, with no excess flesh, but as soon as Yang Zongbao grasped them, he knew that Wenwen was not as harmless as she seemed on the surface. He faintly felt the pressure her palm brought to his own, and Yang Zongbao just smiled slightly.

  In the late afternoon, spring also warmed up.

  "Yang, you really aren't considerate, leaving me there all alone." George suddenly broke the atmosphere between them.

  "I'm leaving, see you again someday."

  Wenwen also didn't mean to know George.

  "Yang, isn't this girl too young?"

  In Western George's eyes, a girl's development is all about the bust and buttocks, so someone like Wenwen is just a child in his eyes.

  "Mind your own business, hypocrite." Yang Zongbao kicked George with one foot.

  Qiao Ge's eyes lit up and he darted forward, running to Yang Zongbao's front and striking the standard pose of Sun Wukong.

  The two of them walked back to Yang's residence in a lively and noisy manner.

  Unexpectedly, the first person I saw when I entered the house was still Mei Wenxin.

  "Did you gain anything?"

  "Oh, there is a big fish, wait for Yang Zongbao to roast it for us to eat." Qiao Zhibao presented the only one not-so-big crucian carp.

  Mei Wenxin didn't answer, looking at Yang Zongbao instead.

  "If we had a barbecue grill at home, I'd make some BBQ for you guys."

  "There is at home."

  A sentence and a fleeting red car shadow entered Yang Zongbao's ears and eyes almost simultaneously.

  Yang Fenghua arrived with her signature queen-like stride.

  "Take it." The queen tossed a car key into Yang Zongbao's arms.

  "Your car behind you?"

  "Hummer H3, 5.3 liters, 305 horsepower. How about the old model from '08?" The queen said with a smile.

  "Red sports car. Are you trying to keep me as a mistress?" Yang Zongbao really didn't understand cars, apart from the two words "Hummer", he couldn't make out what the last two numbers meant. Plus, he didn't like drawing attention to himself, so he didn't think there was anything worth showing off about the car in front of him: "It looks like a malnourished skull, if you're going to give me a car, give me a better one."

  "You'd better not mess with me, or you'll be dead!" Yang Fenghua stepped on Yang Zongbao's heel. She had hoped to see him gritting his teeth in anger, but was disappointed to see Yang Zongbao remain calm, muttering "You freak" as he walked into the house on high heels.

  "Doesn't it hurt?" Mei Wenxin asked with concern. Because there was a hole in the sole of Yang Zongbao's shoe.

  "It hurts so much, it's killing me."

  "Why don't you have an expression?"

  Everyone was speechless.

  "A man cannot lose face in front of a woman."

  Everyone felt that Yang Zongbao might indeed be a freak as the queen had said.

  "After you came back, the young lady has been coming back very diligently." Uncle Mei suddenly appeared from nowhere, said a sentence in a low voice, then put down the grill and floated away.

  Yang Zongbao didn't waste any words either. He limped and hobbled to the grill, put on his gloves, lit a fire and started feeding the calves.