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When I got home, I didn’t even take a shower before collapsing onto my bed, falling into a deep sleep. My tolerance for alcohol isn’t much better than Hu Yao’s, and I had stayed up late enjoying myself.
That night, there was quite a stir at the lake. An unknown group vandalized the Hu Zhirou brand warehouse, while Dong Zhang from the Zhi Rou brand claimed it was merely a work-related accident caused by one of their employees.
When I finally woke up, it was already ten in the morning the next day. Groggily opening my eyes, the first thing I did was stretch out my hand from the warm covers to search for my phone on the bedside table.
Once I grabbed my phone and saw the time, I shot up from bed in shock and stumbled downstairs, muttering curses about how it was already ten o'clock and no one was around. This was a disaster!
Huh? Xiao Lun? Oh, it’s the weekend; why are you in such a hurry?
The voice belonged to our housekeeper, Aunt Liu. Yesterday was my birthday, and my mom had given her the day off. Aunt Liu had been with us for quite some time now; she practically felt like family. We all relied on her for our meals, and Old Zhao trusted her completely. It was said that Old Zhao had helped Aunt Liu with her son’s household registration back in the day, and she earned one of the best salaries among her peers. Her job wasn’t too exhausting—just cleaning and cooking.
This was certainly better than living a nine-to-five life like a workhorse.
Oh? It’s the weekend? Good morning, Aunt Liu! After exchanging pleasantries, I dashed back upstairs. I really must have been out of it last night to forget what day it was. Since it was the weekend, I might as well sleep a little longer.
“Hey, Xiao Lun! You should eat breakfast first!” Aunt Liu called out as she brought breakfast from the kitchen. By then, I had already vanished.
Aunt Liu still placed breakfast on the table; whether I ate or not was up to me—she would still prepare it.
After setting down the breakfast, Aunt Liu began tidying up again.
Not even a minute passed before the doorbell rang downstairs.
Coming!
I didn’t hear the doorbell ring; all I could think about was returning to my dreams.
The one who opened the door was naturally Aunt Liu. She looked at two young men standing in front of her with confusion and asked, “Hello! May I ask who you are looking for?”
“Hello! We’re here to see Zhao Lun, Mr. Zhao. Is he home?”
“Oh, you’re looking for Xiao Lun? Just a moment.”
Aunt Liu then turned and shouted upstairs, “Xiao Lun! Someone’s here to deliver an invitation!”
Upon hearing Aunt Liu’s voice, I immediately stopped dreaming of chess games with my warm blankets. Who would come to deliver an invitation on a weekend? A wedding? Most of the people I knew were still in high school, and I had just turned eighteen—what invitations could I possibly receive?
“Okay, coming!”
Driven by curiosity, I made my way back downstairs.
Aunt Liu heard me respond and returned to the kitchen as I reached the front door. There were two men standing at the entrance who looked at me and asked, “Hello! Are you Mr. Zhao Lun?”
I yawned lazily in response to them. Although it lacked a bit of courtesy, it was hard to be polite when someone unexpectedly showed up just as I was about to enjoy a nice long nap. Well, it’s me. What’s up?
It’s like this, Mr. Zhao. Mr. Ouyang is hosting a banquet and has specifically invited you to attend. Your mother has already agreed to go.
Ouyang? Who is that? I don’t know him. Since Old Zhao is going, I’ll pass. It would be awkward since I don’t know anyone there anyway. With that thought, I prepared to close the door and return to my beautiful dreams.
If it’s Old Zhao’s friend, then let Old Zhao go to the banquet himself. What does it have to do with me?
Just as I was about to shut the door, suddenly a hand slipped through the gap, preventing it from closing.
With a cry of pain from outside, I turned around instantly, opening the door and frowning at the person whose hand was caught. What are you trying to do? Is this some kind of self-harm tactic to morally pressure me?
No, no, no, Mr. Zhao, you misunderstand! There’s something important—Ouyang Zhirou, one of the parties in your Child Marriage Agreement, will also be there tonight.
Upon hearing this, my frown deepened even more.
One of the parties in the Child Marriage Agreement? Ouyang Zhirou? Isn’t she the daughter of that Ouyang? No wonder Old Zhao agreed; she’s from the Underworld family.
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