“Madam?” Seeing her stop going, the bodyguard comes to ask.

Deng Jingjing points at the girl, “Investigate her.”

The bracelet is so familiar to her, and it looks the same as the one Lang Li bought abroad during the Spring Festival. He bought two and one was for his daughter Lang Jie. But the style doesn’t suit Lang Jie’s taste.

Deng Jingjing took it back and forgot it soon. Obviously, she can’t jump to a conclusion that Lang Li has an affair with that girl merely based on a bracelet. However, the hook of the girl’s bracelet sticks out a little, because she bent it carelessly. There is only one bracelet like that in the world.

“Madam,” a few days later, the bodyguard puts the investigation materials in front of her, “That girl… and Master Li…”

The bodyguard dare not continue to say.

Deng Jingjing has predicted the result and takes the material up slowly, reading it page by page. There is a photo of a girl put between the pages.

She is young and energetic, with a good-looking face and slim body shape…

“Lang Li!” Stuck in anger, she throws everything on the table to the floor, “How can you… How can you!”

She tears the photo apart and the pieces fall onto the floor. The pieces now into fragmented faces, somewhat horrible and weird.

“Madam,” the bodyguard has something to do with Deng Family, and of course takes the side with her, “How about talking with the girl?”

With despair in Deng Jingjing’s eyes, her face gradually becomes pale and emotionless, “No. We don’t need to talk with her. When the first mistress appears, the second and the third will follow.”

Now the decay of Deng Family makes her so helpless.

“Just act as if nothing has happened,” she says to the bodyguard, “You have to keep it between you and me. Got it?”

Lang Ruoxian comes across Lang Li when he gets home at night. They seldom arrive at home simultaneously and ask the house maid to cook some common dishes and prepare something to drink.

“Dad, you look so refreshed recently,” Lang Ruoxian pours the wine into Lang Li’s glass, “Do you experience something happy?”

Lang Li touches his chin, “Really? Have I made it so obvious?”

When a person runs into something happy, he will look so refreshed. The saying depicts how you are now,” Lang Ruoxian smiles, “So I ask you whether something happy happens to you.”

“What happy things can I have?” Lang Li sips at his wine, “The company is in the charge of you and I have no pressure. I can sleep well every night and this is why I look so energetic.”

Something suddenly occurs to Lang Ruoxian’s mind, and he says: “Dad, Auntie has been to the company and claims that I push the employees in favor of her aside. I then show her a business plan and she knows I am misunderstood.”

“I see,” Lang Li picks up the wine glass and is frozen for a moment, “You needn’t care about her. The people siding with her used to maintain the relations with government officials, but now they are useless.”

Despite that the trace of age has left on the face of a man in his late forties, many young women still throw themselves on him due to his good-looking face and his life experience as well as social identity.

Lang Ruoxian lowers his head and puts down the glass, trying to hide the sneer in his eyes, and says in a pitiful voice, “I know what you mean, and someone previously says the people supporting Auntie are not so qualified. Let’s wait and see their performance later…”

“Anyway, she is your auntie,” Lang Li looks at his son. Even though he doesn’t love the son so much, he still feels relieved because of Lang Ruoxian’s excellence.

But… Lang Li thinks it is good to make Deng Jingjing hold a position in the company and they can impose restraints on each other. He can also have more free time. At the thought of the girl he is going together, he feels his heart afire.

“I have to go now,” he stands up, “I have dated others to play mahjong.”

Lang Ruoxian shows him to the door, “Dad, please take care of yourself. Staying up does harm to your health.”

“I know,” Lang Li gets into the car.

Seeing the car slowly driving out of Lang’s mansion, Lang Ruoxian turns around with a corner of his mouth curving up. When he sees Yan Hua standing at the kitchen with a glass of water in her hand, her eyes still heavy from sleep turn him on.

“I go downstairs to get some water,” Yan Hua notices the strange facial expression on Lang Ruoxian’s face when he sees his father off.

His eyes are filled with dirty tricks.

“You…” Yan Hua wants to ask, but stops because she doesn’t think she has a good reason to ask such a question. She shakes her head and says: “Nothing. Good night.”

Lang Ruoxian speeds up to follow her and says: “What about the foundation?”

“It goes well. Ms. Chen will take me to meet her friends,” Yan Hua continues to say unconsciously, “Some of her friends have been hurt before. When they hear that we plan to set up such a foundation, they all support our ideas.”

“I think they are lucky, including me. Even though they have been hurt, now at least they don’t need to worry about their life. Many women have no money to file lawsuits after being hurt and can’t afford their medical cost. They even have no hopes to continue their life.”

“That woman is tortured by his husband and the lover of his husband, but doesn’t report her suffering to the police. She is not aware of how to protect herself. I intend to find some experts in this aspect and invite them to give lectures.”

Yan Hua suddenly ends her talking when she finds she has been at the room gate. She feels a little embarrassed, “Sorry, I said too much just now.”

“No,” Lang Ruoxian looks into her eyes affectionately, “You do a good job. Please do whatever you want. You can turn to me when you meet any difficulty.”

“Fei Ying’s husband will help me,” Yan Hua avoids the man’s eyes and pushes open the door, “Good night.”

Lang Ruoxian clenches his fist and has a soft cough. He turns around and walks into the darkness of the corridor. He sighs and knows he has to control his emotion. If his sudden impulse scares Yan Hua away again, he is afraid that the woman will never accept his love.

His cellphone ticks and he receives a massage.

“Mr. Lang, Deng Jingjing secretly saw Lang Li’s lover this afternoon.”

Deng Jingjing walks into the coffee shop angrily, and a stylish woman with exquisite make-up sitting at a window seat waves to her.

“Here, Jingjing!”

Deng Jingjing drops her handbag worth over a hundred thousand yuan onto the table and falls into the seat.

“Do you see that bitch?” The woman obviously knows where Deng Jingjing went, “What do you think of her?”

“How should I think of her? That bitch,” at the thought of the youthful appearance, Deng Jingjing really wishes to scratch her full of collagen face with a knife.

She gulps down some ice water and says: “Ms. Liu, you asked me not to alert them. What should we do now? Could I see the two having an affair behind me?”

“Of course not,” Ms. Liu nods to a waiter and orders a pot of fruit tea, “Jingjing, please tell me honestly. Do you still love your husband?”

Deng Jingjing opens her mouth and wants to say no. But she still can’t completely dismiss her feelings towards her husband over the past decades. She can’t cut off her feelings towards him.

“You see!” Ms. Liu sighs, “He has betrayed you again and again, but you still love him.”

“I…” Deng Jingjing’s eyes are filled with sadness, “I don’t know…”

Ms. Liu pats Deng’s hand, “Let’s forget this trouble now. Today I am going to take you to a good place to enjoy ourselves.”

It gets hotter and hotter, and soon June falls on. The summer is coming. The swimming pool in Lang Family is putting into use. The preparation work of Yan Hua’s foundation is also going to come to an end.

What makes her happiest is that Gungun can finally distinguish people and say something else. She receives a call from the Old Master who advises her to take Gungun to avoid the summer heat in the countryside and promises to write Gungun’s name into the family tree.

“I would not go abroad if I know this earlier. I prefer to play with you in the countryside,” Fei Ying complains to her on the phone. Fei Ying lives at her foreign relative’s with her family. It is said she lives in an ancient castle.

Yan Hua packs her luggage and meanwhile presses the hand-free button on the phone, “I heard it is cooler there, but I don’t know whether Gungun will be used to the environment.”

“Don’t worry. Kids all like countryside where they can run around.”

The two chat for a while and someone knocks on the door.

“Yan Hua,” It is Lang Hongyue’s voice.

Yan Hua hangs up. Lang Hongyue has never spoken to her since Lang Jia was forced to go abroad. When Yan Hua opens the door, she sees Lang Hongyue’s cold face. Lang Hongyue hands something in a plastic bag to her.

“This is my father’s medicine. Please give it to him,” Yan Hua accepts the medicine, “Get it.”

Lang Hongyue looks at her and suddenly says with an ill-disposed looking, “My father asks Lang Ruoxian to go with you, right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s interesting,” Lang Hongyue smiles, “Good luck!”

Yan Hua doesn’t know what she means, but she guesses she doesn’t mean something good. The departure day comes, and she stops Lang Ruoxian who is about to get into the car.

“You have lots of things to deal with in the company. You don’t need to accompany us there. It is enough to ask the driver and bodyguards to accompany us.”

Lang Ruoxian misunderstands Yan Hua’s advice. He mistakenly thinks Yan Hua doesn’t want to be with him…

“I am not accompanying you. I go to see my grandpa, because I have something concerning the company to discuss with him,” Lang Ruoxian gets into the car. Gungun seated at the baby seat is excited every time he goes out.

Gungun waves to him: “Uncle! Uncle!”

“I take you and your mommy to play outside. Are you happy?” Lang Ruoxian sits opposite Gungun and strokes Gungun’s hair.

Gungun nods and says loudly: “I like it!”

In his eyes, “like” means “happiness.” Yan Hua has no choice but to get into the car. Lang Hongyue’s words still linger on her mind, and she is worried that something bad may happen to her.

“Are you OK?” Lang Ruoxian thinks Yan Hua suffers from carsickness.

Yan Hua still asks him after thinking for a while: “Does Grandpa have some taboos?”

“No,” Lang Ruoxian raises his eyebrows, “Are you frightened?”

“Of course not,” Yan Hua waves her hand. Well, since we are here, we will adapt ourselves to the environment here.

It is enough to take good care of Gungun.

Lang Cha is living in a small water town. Lang Family bought most of the properties in this town decades ago. Now around half of the people in the town get employed in Lang Consortium.

“You only need to remember that a person named Lang Xing always follows Grandpa. They are more like brothers than a master and a servant. Grandpa not only allows him to be surnamed Lang, but also mentions him in his will.”

When they are about to get there, Lang Ruoxian tells Yan Hua: “You don’t need to care about others, because they don’t dare to harm you.”

Yan Hua repeatedly speaks Lang Xing’s name in her mind. When they arrive at the mountain villa of Lang Family, she sees a senior in linen clothes standing at the gate.

“He is Lang Xing,” Lang Ruoxian says and the card door is pulled open.

An energetic old man looks at him happily: “Good morning, Mr. Lang.”

“Uncle Xing, I haven’t seen you for a long time,” Lang Ruoxian replies politely.

Then Lang Xing fixes his eyes on Yan Hua and Gungun in her arms.

“These must be Madam Hua and Gungun!” A wide smile wrinkles his face, “Look gorgeous! Please come in. Old Master has waited impatiently.”