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He Lin Cheng stood up, having just accompanied Yun Li to look at a car. It was getting late, so he decided to leave.
Yun Li handed him a cup of tea she had prepared. "Senior, take this back and enjoy it slowly."
He declined, saying, "Such good tea, you should keep it. There's no need to feel sorry."
Yun Li insisted, "Take it! I won't drink it anyway; neither of us drinks tea. If you don't take it, no one will."
He Lin Cheng accepted the tea with a smile. "Then I shall graciously accept."
Yun Li walked him to the door. After closing it, she turned around to find Cheng Zhou and Shu standing side by side, watching her with eager eyes that hinted at their curiosity.
"There’s still some tea left; do you want some?" Yun Li asked, not intending to elaborate.
Shu wrapped her arms around Yun Li's and smiled mischievously. "Hao Hao, are you hiding something from me about Senior He?"
"No, you're overthinking it."
"Then why was Jiang Shiyu down there? You two must have sparked something!"
Yun Li felt exasperated. "The director ruined Senior's clothes, and he just happened to accompany me to look at the car. I should be thanking him!"
Shu didn’t buy it. "I saw the way He Lin Cheng looked at you; it was definitely off."
"Oh, you misinterpreted."
"Come on, tell me!"
Yun Li thought there was no point in discussing something so trivial. "You're really overthinking this. The director took him away; you two can enjoy your time together now."
Shu wasn't going to let it go; she was determined to get answers. Turning to chase him away, she said, "You should go back! Tonight, Hao Hao and I are sleeping together."
Cheng Zhou didn’t say anything and left.
Downstairs, Jiang Shiyu saw He Lin Cheng coming down and immediately called out to him.
He Lin Cheng turned his head. The director continued barking until Jiang Shiyu patted its head, causing it to stop.
He stood up leisurely, his demeanor relaxed and indifferent as if he didn’t regard the director at all.
"Take care," he said with a light smile, waving goodbye as he looked at the director.
The Director let out a soft whine, clearly unhappy.
He Lin Cheng hadn’t been gone long when Cheng Zhou came downstairs. He glanced at Jiang Shiyu, who was sitting in a chair, gazing up at the night sky. Cheng Zhou walked over and gently kicked the shoes resting on the ground.
That dog seemed a bit different.
Jiang Shiyu still had that laid-back demeanor. Was it his multiple noses or extra pairs of eyes? What had changed? He was just like that—absolutely confident, dismissive of everyone around him, arrogant and aloof.
Cheng Zhou looked at the Director and reached out to pat its head. It felt soft, just as Shu had said, with a delicate face that resembled a cute girl, not at all like its father.
No, there was a slight resemblance; after all, he had protected Yun Li like a mother hen.
Cheng Zhou didn’t pay much attention to it and walked away.
Jiang Shiyu didn’t leave until the Director was so hungry it couldn’t take it anymore.
When he got home, Jiang Shiyu poured some water for the Director before heading to cook himself some noodles. Standing in front of the refrigerator, he noticed that the magnets on it hadn’t changed at all in eight years. He opened the fridge and took out a tomato and an egg.
The terrace door was open, and the evening breeze flowed in. The hanging plants on the terrace were even more lush than before; the cactus and succulents had also grown quite a bit. Especially the succulents—they had formed a large cluster with a beautiful light purple hue that made one want to pinch them. Jiang Shiyu repotted them and set up a stand for them.
The Happiness Tree had also grown taller. Everything was changing, but all the decorations remained untouched; it was just that Yun Li's presence here had faded away.
Once the noodles were ready, he placed them on the dining table and took the Director’s bowl—a regular iron basin—and poured a generous amount of dog food into it.
“Come here,” he beckoned to the Director, who eagerly rushed over. Jiang Shiyu pulled out a chair for it to sit at the table.
He then sat down across from it, and they quietly ate together—one person and one dog.
The sound of dog food clattering against the iron basin mixed with the clink of chopsticks against bowls and slurping noodles echoed throughout the large empty house, amplifying its hollowness and solitude.
Noticing how quickly the Director was eating, Jiang Shiyu brought over its water bowl and softly said, “Slow down; drink some water after you finish.”
The Director responded with a soft bark.
After finishing his meal, Jiang Shiyu went to wash the dishes, with the Director following closely behind. The Director sensed his hidden sorrow.
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