Chapter 107: Then What Am I, Father-in-Law?

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"Bastard, who are you?!"

In the quiet carriage, Sheng Que's fierce, interrogating voice rang out.

"You're not Brother Shen. Who the hell are you?!"

Sharp and clever as Sheng Que was.

He'd stared at it for twelve seconds before realizing immediately that this wasn't sent by Shen Jixing.

Zhou Yili leaned back in the driver's seat, idly eyeing the towering buildings before him. Every passing minute felt unbearably long.

Tsk. He missed Shen Jixing so much.

If he couldn't see that ice-cold face for even a second, it was like he couldn't breathe...

"Say it! Hurry up and say it! You've got the guts to impersonate Brother Shen, so you've got the guts to talk!"

Zhou Yili said coldly, "I'm your daddy."

Sheng Que fell silent for exactly one second.

He muttered, "Damn, you really are a bastard."

"..."

Zhou Yili glanced at the time. Only five minutes had gone by.

He turned to talk to Sheng Que to kill time. "What did you do to Little Uncle?"

That kid actually had it in him to do something impressive?

"Nothing much. We just slept together." There was more than a hint of pride in Sheng Que's voice.

Zhou Yili was used to it. Sheng Que had always been a little unhinged, after all.

In their circle, everyone was around the same age, but Sheng Que was two years younger than the rest of them, so more or less, they all indulged the little young master.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say he'd been pampered and spoiled rotten since birth.

"Good time?" Zhou Yili asked casually.

"So good—" Sheng Que suddenly caught himself. "Wait, what are you saying, Zhou Yili!"

As the nation's little flower, Sheng Que naturally knew what he meant.

The unexpected dirty joke made his cheeks flush red.

"Then why are you so worked up?" Zhou Yili scoffed. "Anyone listening would think you'd slept with your sweetheart."

Sheng Que's lashes fluttered rapidly. "What sweetheart? He's Little Uncle."

"Little Uncle hasn't been paying attention to me lately, so I just pestered him relentlessly. Finally, last night, I caught him when he was drunk and slept with him."

Zhou Yili couldn't listen anymore. "Do you even hear what you're saying?"

"..."

Sheng Que also felt it sounded a bit odd, but it made him inexplicably happy.

"Anyway, as long as you get it, that's all that matters."

Zhou Yili let out a scoff. "What was Little Uncle's reaction?"

Perhaps in some ways they were alike. Zhou Yili figured he could somewhat see what was going on in Fu Chen's heart.

They'd both secretly hidden someone in the depths of their souls.

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"Little Uncle was deeply moved."

Sheng Que recalled Little Uncle's reaction from last night. As aloof and silent as Fu Chen was, he'd buried his head in Sheng Que's shoulder and said nothing.

"Because I told him I want to give Little Uncle a home."

Zhou Yili paused, admitting that those words carried real weight. "Hard to believe you actually had such a realization..."

Before he could finish, Sheng Que eagerly cut him off.

"So if any of you know any older, pretty sisters, you can introduce them to me now."

Zhou Yili: "..."

"So the 'home' you mentioned was...?"

Sheng Que said, as if taking credit, "I'll handle all of Little Uncle's blind dates myself. I'll personally vet them until Little Uncle marries Little Auntie."

That way, he'd no longer be alone. He'd have a warm family of his own.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, then Zhou Yili's mocking voice came through.

"Little Uncle didn't strangle you on the spot last night?"

Sheng Que: "???"

Sheng Que didn't understand. "Huh... what do you mean?"

Zhou Yili hung up. "Figure it out yourself."

Through the car window, Zhou Yili gazed at the towering buildings in the night. Fifteen minutes had passed, and Shen Jixing still hadn't returned.

Signing a contract—did it really take that long?

Fifteen minutes... wasn't that long, right?

Zhou Yili couldn't help but find his own state of mind amusing.

No wonder Shen Jixing said it was like he'd slept with Zhou Yili instead. He was acting like he couldn't live without the man now, after completely possessing him last night.

It was Zhou Yili who belonged to him.

...

Bo Yu gazed at the figure in the corridor through the moonlight.

His warm amber eyes rested on the thin contract, the emotion in them shifting imperceptibly.

These past few days, he could feel his own powerlessness clearly.

The last shred of his reason was collapsing, teetering on the brink.

But he still smiled, the corners of his lips curved. "Tear it up, and I'll pretend I never saw this contract."

He believed Shen Jixing understood what he meant.

Even if the contract expired, Shen Jixing still had no right to freedom.

From the moment Bo Yu saved him, he'd trapped him for life.

Shen Jixing was smiling too. He took a step forward, walking through the fractured light of the corridor toward him.

"Sir, if your eyesight is bad, I can let you see it clearly right here."

Bo Yu: "..."

Bo Yu seemed not to have heard him clearly. "What did you say?"

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"The labor dissolution contract took effect the moment I signed my name."

Shen Jixing didn't quite understand this man who always liked to dance on the edge of the law.

"Why do you always love trapping yourself in the Qing Dynasty?"

"..."

"Do you have to make me angry?" Bo Yu's gentle amber eyes darkened.

Shen Jixing slowly folded the contract.

"I'm just being factual. The time limit was set by you back then, and the authority was granted by you to Chu Wen."

Shen Jixing said, almost calmly, "I've done everything I could."

He'd given up everything voluntarily, precisely so that they could part more gracefully when it came to negotiation.

Shen Jixing never spoke of the pain he'd endured.

Bo Yu seemed incapable of realizing it either.

"You're determined to leave, is that it?"

It was as if the last taut string in his life had snapped.

Bo Yu's gaze gradually darkened as he looked at him. "I don't want to bring you back the same way. A-Xing, I've given you too many chances."

Shen Jixing stood still, looking at him calmly.

The torrent of time seemed to turn before them again and again.

He'd knelt before a gravestone in the snowy night, holding those clean, warm hands, then been escorted into the car by the people he'd brought.

Shen Jixing looked at the bodyguards closing in from every direction.

He calmly closed his eyes. "Sir, the one trapped in the past is you, not me."

Bo Yu didn't deny it. "Then come back to the past and stay with me."

Shen Jixing realized once again, with clear awareness, that he and Bo Yu had no common ground for communication.

What had happened to Bo Yu?

He seemed even more unhinged than before.

"You can't take me away." Shen Jixing looked at him calmly. "Sir, the weak boy who cried has grown up. Do you think I came here alone?"

Bo Yu was noncommittal. "Don't try to scare me. This is my business empire. Do you think I don't know whether your people are here?"

He casually raised his hand, signaling the bodyguards to step forward and catch the white dove that was about to spread its wings and fly, returning it to its cage.

The sound of footsteps from the end of the corridor grew nearer.

A familiar, lazy laugh rang out. "Oh, is that so? Then what am I? Father-in-law."

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