"Are we moving too fast?" Fang Nianzhi suddenly felt panicked inside. She remembered the photo of the muscular hunk under her pillow; how could she let Sang Siyang see that!

And she had so many unfinished, embarrassing comic books that she definitely couldn’t let Sang Siyang see!

"It won’t. I’m just worried you might not be used to it, so let’s live together for some time to get accustomed first."

Sang Siyang hadn’t planned on anything happening on the first day; sleeping in the same room was something they had to get used to eventually, and it was also a good way to ensure that Nianzhi went to bed and got up early.

"..." Fang Nianzhi suddenly found herself at a loss for an excuse.

She could only watch helplessly as the maid went to Sang Siyang’s room to move his luggage into her room.

The thought of them sleeping together later made her worry about the muscular hunk newspaper under her pillow; surely Sang Siyang didn’t have the habit of flipping pillows, right?

"I’ll be going to report for a class tomorrow, and then I’ll learn many new things to cook for you," Sang Siyang turned his head to look at the woman staring blankly and said with a smile.

"Okay," Fang Nianzhi nodded subconsciously, feeling very sad inside.

She had already been bought off; no backbone, but the thought of delicious food made her happy!

-

Sang Mansion

The moment Sang Nanfeng returned, Mr. Sang Senior couldn’t help but feel heartache seeing him all disheveled and thin, but he didn’t go out of his way to show concern.

"Grandpa, I’m sorry to you all," Sang Nanfeng said with his head lowered, his attitude sincerely remorseful.

He originally had no face to come back, but a conversation with his third brother had led to an epiphany. His third brother had said: Grandpa may not have much time left, are you sure you want to never see him again? You know, you think this is making amends, but what if one day... wouldn’t Grandpa always have regrets?

Sang Nanfeng simply couldn’t accept the thought of that day, but as he grew older and Grandpa aged too, no matter how much he tried to escape, the thought would always resurface.

"Knowing your wrongs and correcting them is good; you can’t do that again in the future," Mr. Sang Senior softened.

He knew Nanfeng had been out for a long time but hadn’t come back. The hardships endured while outside were imaginable.

"Cough, Grandpa, we all agreed that day that we can’t just let it go," Sang Shen saw that they were about to gloss over the issue and immediately spoke up to remind them.

They might easily forgive their oldest brother, but he could not; he was one to hold grudges.

"Second brother, just say it, what do you want? I indeed owe you all, so I will fulfill whatever you ask for to the best of my ability."

Sang Nanfeng’s face no longer bore its usual arrogance, and he regretted his past actions, but they had already happened and he couldn’t change them.

"How about this, from today on, you’ll be responsible for cleaning the backyard garden. If you don’t clean it properly, it means you’re not sincerely remorseful."

Sang Shen’s face was serious; he had long thought of this, the backyard garden with its flowers and trees, where leaves might fall at any moment, cleaning it would definitely be harder than the rest of the mansion.

He didn’t dare hurt his older brother, but making him work hard was another thing entirely.

"Okay, I understand. I will clean it thoroughly."

"Hmm."

"Let’s start tomorrow," Mr. Sang Senior, looking at his eldest son’s disheveled appearance that day, couldn’t bear to make him labor right away. The backyard might be big, but daily cleaning would serve as good exercise.

"Alright, Big Brother, why don’t you go upstairs and wash up first? Your things in the previous room are still there; we haven’t moved them," Sang Shen nodded in agreement.

As long as his oldest brother had a good attitude, he wouldn’t make things too difficult for him; of course, this was under the premise that he was truly remorseful and wouldn’t do similar things again.

"Alright." Sang Nanfeng quickened his pace upstairs. Although he claimed not to care about his current appearance, he was worried about his odor bothering them.

He really hadn’t changed clothes in a long time, just numbly living each day.

"Sang Shen, do you really not like any of the girls you’ve seen recently?" Mr. Sang Senior, watching his eldest grandson go upstairs, turned to his second grandson.

Not one in this household seemed able to give him peace of mind.

"No, Grandpa, actually, you don’t have to look for someone for me. Some things depend on fate; if we try too hard, it might backfire."

Sang Shen thought about how tiresome it was to meet those girls every day; the more cordial ones might not say anything about him.

The fiercer ones would directly curse him, calling him a lunatic, wasting their time.

"I understand. Then I won’t meddle, you two do as you please. If it really doesn’t work out, you and Qingran can make do with each other, take care of one another."

Mr. Sang Senior let out a heavy sigh, no longer insisting on setting them up with dates, hoping they might just find someone suitable.

After all, these days matchmakers were nearly exploding his phone with complaints from the women’s side.

"Alright, Grandpa, don’t worry, I’m quite capable of taking care of myself," Sang Shen suddenly felt much more at ease in his heart.

Finally, he wouldn’t have to go on blind dates anymore, which had also been difficult for him.

"Sure, you better really take care of yourself," Mr. Sang Senior smiled and didn’t say anything more.

"Of course!" Sang Shen nodded; he knew how to take care of himself.

After sitting in the living room for a while longer, Sang Nanfeng, who had changed into clean clothes and combed his wet hair neatly, clearly having washed, came down.

"That’s better. When you first got home, you looked like a junk collector," Mr. Sang Senior expressed his satisfaction with a smile.

"Wasn’t Big Brother just like a junk collector? I even saw him rummaging through garbage bins not long ago," Sang Shen blurted out what he had seen some time ago, immediately regretting it after and subconsciously looked up at his older brother, fearing he might have hurt his feelings.

After all, his older brother was one who cared a lot about face; having been seen in such a situation must have been distressing.

"What you’re both saying is correct," Sang Nanfeng for once was much more open-minded, not caring at all.

He sat down beside the sofa, noticeably quieter than before, and no longer had the same eagerness.

"If you want to go back to the company, just go, let Siyang arrange a position for you. Your previous agency is now bankrupt, but if you want to start over, that’s an option."

Mr. Sang Senior still could not bear to see his grandson in such a defeatist state and still hoped he could pick himself up.

"Just let Siyang arrange any minor position for me," Sang Nanfeng looked down at the floor; he no longer had interest in striving hard in the company.

Now, he just wanted to keep things simple, not too busy or too exhausting; he had no energy to start over with a new company.

"Okay," Mr. Sang Senior nodded, thinking he’d still have to speak with Siyang personally.

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