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

  Dòu Wén, Dòu Bǎo.

  Er Xiayu was startled by a warm and gentle male voice as soon as she entered the gate.

  The man from this morning walked out of the blind spot in front of the door and naturally helped Duwen pick off the dry grass roots on his head: "So late, where did you go?"

  "Take a walk." Er Bao said first, with a strong sense of disgust towards the man.

  "Qin Qing, we're going to go eat something next door." Wenwen said honestly, but she just walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa, conveniently tucking her feet under herself.

  "You're not suitable for eating barbecue, are you feeling unwell now?" Qin Qing had caught a whiff of the barbecue smell as soon as he entered the door from Xiao Yi's place, but still placed a cushion behind Wenwen's neck and let out a sigh: "Since I'm your family doctor, I hope you can listen to me."

  "You also know you're just a family doctor?" Er Bao and Ling climbed up onto the sofa nest in her sister's arms.

  "Duo Bao." Qin Qing was somewhat speechless, but still said in a good temper: "You all rest early, I'll go upstairs first."

  After Qin Qing's figure disappeared around the corner, Er Bao pouted and said to Wenwen: "Wenwen, I don't like him, can we change him?"

  "They've been living in this house for 3 years, why change? Wenwen stroked her own brother's curly hair: "Besides, he's still being quite polite to you, what's the need?"

  "Because he's pretending." Er Bao pushed away his sister's hand, stood up straight and shouted: "I don't know, it's just that he's pretending. He seems like a good person, but actually has a belly full of evil water."

  "You know it, why bother him?" Wenwen was full and had trouble opening her eyes: "Some people are good at pretending, just go along with him, why expose him?"

  "But he's after you. Does he deserve it?" Er Bao said indignantly, "That woman is also willing to marry you off. It's better to marry that Yang Zongbao than Qin Qing."

  "You also know he's okay? Don't worry, your sister knows what she's doing." Wenwen smiled calmly.

  "It's fine if you know, but at your age, you still make me worry. Although that Yang Zongbao is also a bit of a rascal, he doesn't have a bad heart..." Er Bao murmured and fell asleep in Wenwen's arms. It was already impressive that the child could sleep so late.

  Looking at Er Bao's chubby sleeping face, Dunwen's heart was thinking about Yang Zongbao's affairs, and finally smiled wryly, looking at the living room, a sleepless night...

  ……

  Yang Zongbao suddenly felt a slight depression on his bed beside him in the room, and then a scorching gaze forced him to wake up.

  "George, have you brushed your teeth?" Yang Zongbao helplessly turned his head, trying to stop George's morning breath.

  "I don't want to either, someone else had a nightmare." George said with grievance.

  "What nightmare?" Yang Zongbao saw that he couldn't sleep anymore, so he propped himself up: "Speak, what nightmare?"

  "It's too terrible, Yang, it's too terrible, I had a dream about the rose." George was completely engulfed in a state of terror.

  "That's quite frightening." Yang Zongbao knew the terrifying power of the rose, so he took a glance at George to see if he was okay.

  George's upper body is hairy, with thick chest hair like that of Westerners. Some people say that this is the most external manifestation of male function, but Yang Zongbao thinks it's nonsense, otherwise Chinese people shouldn't have offspring.

  Noticing Yang Zongbao's line of sight, George hastily waved his hand and said: "No, no, no. It's here."

  Following George's pointing direction, George lifted up the quilt under him.

  "Oh." Yang Zongbao deliberately dragged out his voice: "That's right, only Cai Wei can do such a thing. Congratulations on winning the prize."

  "I knew it, I wasn't dreaming. It's all over, it's all over, I didn't keep an eye on you and now you're flirting with every girl in sight, Camille is going to kill me." George had completely succumbed to madness.

  Yang Zongbao kicked George off the bed with one foot, and in a swift motion, he dragged George out of the room and slammed the door shut. The entire action was completed in an instant, thanks to his explosive strength.

  Of course, there was no fig leaf for George, who had a habit of sleeping naked.

  When Yang Zongbao turned around and found that the balcony door was open, the wind blew up the curtains.

  Yang Zongbao walked onto the balcony and unexpectedly saw a flash of red.

  "Rose." Yang Zongbao mouthed silently.

  That red mark disappeared soon.

  Lying back on the bed, Yang Zongbao no longer had any sleepiness, so he got up, changed his clothes, thought of George at the door, measured the height of the balcony. Finally chose the balcony, took a leap - beautiful figure.

  Ran out of the Yang's house. The sky was a bit rainy, but it didn't affect jogging.

  "Exercising again?" Zhang Man didn't know when he had caught up.

  "Ah, jogging." Yang Zongbao would never refuse a pleasant conversation.

  "Tonight, don't be late." Zhang Man's face was filled with a warm smile, making her even more approachable.

  "I know." Yang Zongbao replied politely.

  "Alright then, tonight, don't forget to be on time." Zhang Man also saw that Yang Zongbao was just perfunctorily agreeing, a clever woman naturally chose to shut up: "Then I'll leave first."

  Yang Zongbao looked at Zhang Manchu's physique beyond his own, although it was flesh and blood, but there were no other thoughts.

  Breakfast was still solved at NEWFEEL. Coincidentally, Duwen was also there.

  The two didn't talk, they just nodded to each other. Du Wen painted, Yang Zongbao drank coffee, and they had nothing to do with each other. They were only disturbed by the gaze of a young man next to Du Wen.

  "Excuse me, is there something on my face?" Yang Zongbao asked from across the table.

  "I heard you're a doctor at the Provincial Hospital?" The young man didn't answer Yang Zongbao's question, but instead asked one.

  "Uh-huh, yes." Yang Zongbao acknowledged calmly.

  "A doctor lives here? Are you kidding me?" The man's tone made Yang Zongbao feel embarrassed.

  "It's at home." Yang Zongbao smiled.

  "Is that a rich second generation?..." The man's words were left unfinished as Yang Zongbao didn't give him the chance to finish, and walked away.

  "Coward, dare not..." The young man was still there ridiculing Yang Zongbao.

  "Qin Qing has had enough, he's finished eating." Du Wen put down her paintbrush, and on the canvas was a vivid depiction of Yang Zongbao sitting at the table drinking coffee. Only the croissants and coffee were already gone.

  "Wenwen, stop drawing that guy. I'm not very happy." Qin Qing blocked the painting board in front of Du Wen and said: "Can't you understand? Three years ago, I gave up everything to be your family doctor, can't you feel my emotions?"

  Dong Wen still had a calm expression and said: "I should change my family doctor."

  "What did you say?" Qin Qing couldn't believe it.

  "My sister told you to get out." Er Bao appeared with a big belly.

  "Wenwen, what do you mean? Aunt Du is having me take care of you."

  Qin Qing said with an injury.

  "You're not doing it for free." Du Wen still didn't show any expression.

  "Is it because of him?" Qin Qing pointed to the canvas behind her.

  "You just found out, he's about to become my brother-in-law." Er Bao had apparently forgotten the unpleasant experience with Yang Zongbao.

  "It doesn't matter, I'll wait for you to grow up?" Qin Qing acted as if nothing had happened and went to the counter to pay.

  "This petty man, humph, can't compare to my sister's husband." In Er Bao's mind, Yang Zongbao had already become his brother-in-law.

  "Uh-huh. Tonight, Aunt Zhang's dinner party, we have to attend." Wenwen got a cup of milk for her brother and waited for him to finish drinking it, also helping him wipe away his milk mustache.

  Saturday's Furong Road is a day open to the outside. From dusk, many unfamiliar cars have been passing through the security check one after another. All signs indicate that there will be a grand banquet here.

  Yang Zongbao was unmoved by these scenes and sat quietly on the balcony flipping through the "Quotations from Chairman Mao".

  The phone suddenly rang, and Yang Zongbao picked it up to see an unfamiliar number.

  "Hey?" Yang Zongbao's voice was somewhat low and muffled from not having spoken for a long time.

  "Hello, I'm Zhang Man. Something unexpected happened at my house and I was wondering if I could borrow your courtyard. I'm really sorry to trouble you with this." The host of the dinner party, Zhang Man, remained calm on the phone despite encountering a problem.

  "Alright." Yang Zongbao replied indifferently.

  "Thank you."

  No more nonsense, Zhang Man hung up the phone. Yang Zongbao also sneered after hanging up the phone. This woman Zhang Man is not simple, good move. Near the dinner party, she came up with this trick. The intention is nothing more than two: first, to see if I am living in the Yang residence and whether I can take charge of the Yang residence; second, to explain to the outside world that her relationship with me is not shallow. However, neither of these purposes is a bad thing for Yang Zongbao. Zhang Man, a widow, has no income, but she can support such a large scene, not to mention whether she relies on stripping, cheating or stealing. Being able to grasp so many resources is her success. Some men often underestimate women, of course, Yang Zongbao won't, and when women go crazy, it's really terrifying.

  One after another, cars and staff entered the yard of Yang's family. It is unknown how Uncle Mei knew that Yang Zongbao had lent out his own yard. All I know is that from Yang Zongbao's perspective, at some point, there were many black-clad, black-pants-wearing, sunglasses-hat-earpiece-wearing bodyguards in the yard.

  Can't help but admire Zhang Man, this woman actually completed the venue setup in just 3 hours.

  Just as the sky had darkened, Director Yang returned to his room, unexpectedly seeing Mei Wenxin standing in his own room wearing a white long evening gown, holding the attire he was supposed to wear tonight.

  "Did you pick it yourself?" Yang Zongbao asked Mei Wenxin to tidy up his clothes.

  "Hmm, you've spent all that I gave you, not a single penny was saved." Mei said with a warm and rosy face.

  “……”

  There was nothing more to say between them, and they didn't know what to say.

  "Let's go downstairs." Mei Wenxin helped Yang Zongbao get dressed and naturally took his arm, walking out of the room together.

  Unexpectedly, there was no one in the living room, and the old lady was not there either.

  It was just when he came out of this old house that he saw Zhang Man being blocked outside by bodyguards.

  "It's great to finally see you." Zhang Man didn't get angry at being blocked by the bodyguard, but instead warmly thanked Yang Zongbao for lending him his courtyard: "Thanks a lot, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do. Is this your girlfriend?"

  Zhang Man suddenly discovered the woman beside Yang Zongbao, and after marveling at Mei Wenxin's beauty, he became very curious - what was the relationship between this heavenly woman and Yang Zongbao?

  "No." Yang Zongbao flatly denied it.

  "Shall we? The dinner party has started, let's hurry over." Zhang Man said with a flattering tone, ignoring the awkwardness he had just caused.

  Yang Zongbao was about to take Mei Wenshen into the banquet hall together, but was stopped by Yang Fenghua who suddenly slipped out from beside him.

  Yang Fenghua wore a black backless outfit, cheongsam style, with diamonds embroidered on it.