The cigarette in Bo Jingzhou's hand had burned down to the end, the embers scorching his fingertips. The man casually crushed the butt into the ashtray: “…Understood.”

Shen Wanci looked at him with a half-smile, not exposing him but the mockery was quite obvious.

The meal ended in this delicate awkwardness.

After dinner, Uncle invited them to his house.

"I declined, saying: "I've been on the road all day and want to go back to the hotel for some rest first. I'll visit you and Auntie tomorrow after I pay my respects to my grandfather."

How could Pang Mengrong let her golden thigh run away? It's said nicely, who knows if she'll come back after the worship? What if Shen Wanci went straight back to Kyoto later on, where would she find her then?

This concerns her son's life, she still needs to look at it with her own eyes before she can rest assured.

She immediately took Shen Wanci's arm and pulled her into the car, pretending to scold her with a stern face: "We're family, why would you stay in a hotel when you come back to Yun City? Although our house isn't spacious, we have a couple of empty rooms. Tomorrow, I'll let your uncle take you to your grandfather's grave."

"No need to bother Uncle, I know where Grandpa's grave is."

In Yuncheng, there is a custom where sons go to sweep their ancestors' graves after the Lunar New Year, while daughters and grandsons do so before the Lunar New Year.

“The past two years have been tough for our family. We had a feng shui master come and take a look, and he said your grandfather's grave wasn't in the right location. So we moved it. I haven't had a chance to tell you about this yet. Finding a new spot was difficult, and there wasn't a specific name or clear location. That's why I asked your uncle to take you. I felt more at ease knowing that.”

Relocation of the tomb isn't a fabrication, and Pang Mengrong isn't worried about being exposed tomorrow.

Since the conversation had reached this point, Shen Wanci had to go even if she didn't want to. She turned her head and said to Nie Yucheng, "I'll send you to the hotel first, and come back for you tomorrow."

"Mr. Nie, if you don't mind, you can stay at my house too. You came all this way to pay your respects, it was really thoughtful of you," This was also a golden opportunity, one that needed to be carefully cultivated: "It's the Lunar New Year, staying in a hotel would be so lonely and depressing."

Then, the group went to Uncle Shen's house.

The car wouldn't fit, so Pang Mengrong took Shen Haoran by taxi.

Uncle Shen's house was a standard four-bedroom, two-hall layout. The decoration was minimalist, with a refreshing and clean color scheme. Pang Mengrong changed the sheets and duvet covers, and carefully cleaned the guest room before telling Shen Wanci, "Wanci, you and Jingzhou will stay in the larger room tonight, and Mr. Nie will stay in another."

"Auntie, I'll just curl up on the couch for a while."

She's already looking at flights back to Kyoto tomorrow. She was thinking of staying until after the New Year, just treating it like a vacation, but now she has two freeloaders tagging along.

Thinking this way, her gaze towards Bo Jingzhou became even more reproachful.

It's all this man's fault!

Bo Jingzhou turned his head, meeting her gaze directly. "You have a lot of opinions about me?"

"Yeah, so could you please just leave?"

"No, so you just keep your opinion to yourself then."

Shen Wanci: "..."

"Pang Mengrong glared at her with a hint of displeasure: "It's freezing out here! What if you catch a cold sleeping on the couch? You and Jingzhou are married, it's only natural that you sleep together."

She still wants them to remarry so she can take advantage of the situation. How can they remarry if they don't sleep together?

"We are divorced."

"We've been sleeping together for three years, what's another day or two?"

Shen Wanci: "..."

Dinner was eaten at home. Pang Mengrong had prepared a large table of dishes. As it was winter and the nights were short, Shen Wanci and her uncle's family had an average relationship and there wasn't much to talk about. After dinner, she returned to her room and didn't care if Bo Jingzhou and Nie Yucheng would feel awkward.

The bathroom was right inside the room. After taking a shower, she came out to find Bo Jingzhou sitting on the sofa on the balcony, looking at his phone.

She didn't care about him, she just took the hair dryer and blew her hair.

The whoosh of the wind echoed in the room. Shen Wanci looked at her reflection in the mirror, gradually becoming lost in thought.

She was thinking about what Pong Mengrong had said at the restaurant today. Why did her grandfather want her mother to abort her?

"Ah..." The pain of her scalp being pulled back brought her to her senses. The hairdryer emitted a burning smell, her hair had gotten tangled in it.

Shen Wanci turned off the fan and pulled at it with her hand—it didn't budge.

She unplugged it and searched for scissors everywhere, the bedside table, the dressing table drawer, but couldn't find any. She could only use brute force to rip it apart.

Just as she was about to use force, the man pressed her hand down and said, “I’ll get some scissors.”

Shen Wanci didn't want to make a fuss, "No need, just break it off, anyway, I didn't put in much."

Bo Jingzhou frowned, his gaze falling on her long hair. "Can you act like a woman?"

Shen Wanci's hair was very good, smooth and silky, like fine silk with a sheen. If you were to forcibly pull it apart, that strand of hair would stretch and curl.

It does detract from the overall aesthetics.

These thoughts, Shen Wanci didn't know about. Looking at the man's back as he walked out of the room, she couldn't help rolling her eyes, "He's sick."

Bo Jingzhou quickly returned with a pair of scissors, snipping off the strand of hair that was tied in. He then touched her head—it was still wet.

He frowned, tossing the towel she'd just used to dry her hair over her head. "Dry off first, I'm going to find a screwdriver and get the hair out of the dryer."

Bo Jingzhou went out again, and after a few minutes, he came back carrying a toolbox.

He hung his head, expertly taking apart the hairdryer and carefully pulling away the tangled hair bit by bit.

The warm light was very soft, softening the man's sharp features. As he moved, the delicate, expensive silver cufflinks reflected tiny sparks of brilliance.

A serious man has a kind of attraction. Shen Wanci's eyes fell on him and gradually couldn't move away.

The room was quiet, with only the faint whirring of Bo Jingzhou manipulating the hairdryer.

She had a sense of absurd bewilderment...

This scene was something she had never imagined, let alone thought of. Thin Jingzhou would actually help her fix the hairdryer.

Bó Jīngzhòu didn't even raise his head, "Good-looking?"

Shen Wanci didn't deny it, he was indeed handsome. "As expected of the teacher."

"???"

"Beautiful things are poisonous," she suddenly turned cold and stood up, "You sleep on the floor tonight."

Pang Mengrong prepared two blankets for them. The room had air conditioning, and the winter in Yuncheng wasn't as cold as Kyoto's. They could manage with just one blanket.

Bo Jingzhou stared at her for a few seconds, his attitude was neither hurried nor slow, but it was clearly not going to back down: "Impossible."

He put down the hair dryer and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Shen Wanci began blow-drying her hair again, thinking about how to get Bo Jingzhou to sleep on the floor.

Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door and she got up to open it.

Outside the door, Nie Yu stood smiling at her: "Wanci, would you like to change rooms?"