Lin Yaoguo sat back in his study chair. The collection of handheld toiletries was still on his desk, and the curtains, which had been leaning against the window frame, swayed in the wind. Lin Yaoguo got up to close the window. Suddenly, he saw that in the building not far away, the familiar corridor of the Jingles Room was lit up.

How many years had it been since anyone had lived there? Why did I suddenly have the idea of letting Jiaang Yingying live there? Was it on impulse? Or...

Lin Yaoguo leaned against the window and lit a cigar. The smoke slowly rose, and the past was still vivid in his mind.

When he was very young, they had been the second wife and had been bullied by the first wife and provoked by the third wife, and his mother, who was not good with words and did not know how to plot, had always been bullied."

The Jingles Room didn't have a name, and when she first moved there was nothing special about it except for a big swimming pool, so my mother had to work hard and save money to get the Doraemon series and the cartoon furniture in the Jingles Room.

Perhaps it was because they lived far away, but the first and third rooms were busy tearing each other apart. Gradually, they forgot about Lin Yaoguo and his mother, which allowed them to live a few years of ordinary life. It could be said that Lin Yaoguo spent his happiest years of his childhood in that room.

Every time his mother's face appeared in his mind, Lin Yaoguo's eyes would turn red. He calculated that his mother had been gone for more than twenty years. For more than twenty years, although the Jingles Room had been empty, it had been cleaned daily, and every month, the equipment and furniture had been maintained.

Now, seeing the familiar corridor light, Lin Yaoguo could not calm his thoughts for a long time, until his door rang and was carefully pushed open.

"Master, I knew you weren't asleep yet. I brought a bowl of lotus seed lily porridge to light the fire for you," The person who pushed the door open was Deng Cuiying, the second wife.

No matter how unappreciative and disrespectful outsiders were, they should not vent their anger on her. Lin Yaoguo signaled Deng Cuiying to put the porridge on the table. Seeing that Deng Cuiying had no intention of leaving after carefully putting down the porridge, Lin Yaoguo understood that she had purposely come to knock on the door.

"What is it? Just say it." Lin Yaoguo picked up the spoon and took a small bite.

"Master, about Chengtian's marriage... Don't you agree?"

"What? You agree to this marriage?" Lin Yaoguo looked up suspiciously at Deng Cuiying and took another mouthful of porridge.

"I... I heard that the girl was on ~ ~ drugs, and she implicated Chengtian..." Deng Cuiying stopped talking and carefully tested Lin Yaoguo's reaction, "But I heard that the girl was innocent..."

"Then do you think we should agree or not?" Lin Yaoguo asked as if he knew the answer.

"I... Master, I also heard that Mr. Zhao took that girl as his goddaughter. I just thought that if, if we let that girl in, wouldn't we be able to..."

" Didn't I already welcome that girl into the house?! "

As soon as Lin Yaoguo finished speaking, Deng Cuiying immediately fell silent. Lin Yaoguo's answer was very clear. People had to stay, and the marriage had to be discussed again.

"Then, sir, please take your time to eat. I won't disturb you any longer." After Deng Cuiying said that, she turned around and slowly walked out of the door.

"En, who made this porridge today? The taste is not bad! You deserve to be rewarded!"

Lin Yaoguo's affirmation came from behind, causing Deng Cuiying's silent face to brighten up, "Oh, Master, I made it myself. There's no need for any reward. It's a reward if you can finish this bowl of porridge."

It was said that a woman's heart was like a needle at the bottom of the sea, but Lin Yaoguo seemed to be a magnet. No matter where the needle in Deng Cuiying's heart fell, he could suck it in.

Furthermore, how could Lin Yaoguo not know what Deng Cuiying was thinking? How could Lin Yaoguo not have such thoughts? But he knew better than anyone that sometimes, a man's heart was harder to grasp than a woman's! Especially a man with power and influence, and someone backing him up! Although his Lin family was second to none in A City in terms of strength and wealth, Mr. Zhao seemed to be even more unfathomable than his Lin family.

Lin Yaoguo had always felt that... No! At this moment, he was very sure that there must be someone stronger than him behind Zhao Yan.

The woman that Zhao Yan had taken a fancy to, even if she was only his goddaughter now, his first wife had already passed away many years ago, and the way Zhao Yan had looked at Jiaang Yingying when she was making coffee just now, he didn't know when his goddaughter would become his second wife. That was why Lin Yaoguo firmly carried out the decision he had already made. He would leave her behind to take good care of her, but he would never marry her!

After Zhao Yan got in the car, he did not go straight to his own mansion. Instead, he told the driver to drive to a mountain on the outskirts of the city. Halfway up the mountain was a Feng Shui Treasure Land facing the moat and leaning against the mountains.

Running to the cemetery alone at night, this kind of thing was probably something that only Zhao Yan would do! Not to mention coming to the grave to pay his respects when the night was dark and the wind was strong, even digging three feet into the ground to dig up the coffin was not something that Zhao Yan had never done before. So his driver was one in a million. If he wanted to be bold enough, he needed to have enough Yang energy.

This mountain was the ancestral grave of the Zhao family, so his mother's gravestone was naturally next to his father's. Of course, even though it was next to his father's, there were still a few graves of his "sister" in the middle. Zhao Yan had deliberately placed his dead wife's gravestone and his own small box not far away from his mother so that he could pay his respects at the same time.

To make it easier to light incense, Zhao Yan had already ordered someone to install smart lights on the branches outside the cemetery. All he had to do was turn on one of the software on his phone and press it lightly.

He wiped the tombstones of his mother and wife one after another. After burning three incense sticks each, he sat cross-legged on the ground and started chatting with them.

"Mother, Wen-rou, I adopted a goddaughter today, and even though it was our first meeting, she picked out our favorite Vietnamese coffee beans, and after she made the hand-washing she told me to make it... Mother, I know you love it when we didn't have any extra money, but that pressure pot at home was your favorite thing..." Zhao Yan wiped the corner of his eyes and said, " Wen Rou, my god-daughter is called Jiaang Yingying. For a moment, I had a feeling that she was possessed by you, but her tone and expression didn't sound like yours... "

Only after he finished speaking could Zhao Yan go back and sleep well. This was a habit he had had for many years. Every time he encountered something that made him unable to sleep, he had to come here and speak his mind.

On the way back to the mansion, Zhao Yan sat in the car and thought about it. He took out his phone and sent a message. The driver saw Zhao Yan's serious expression in the rearview mirror. He didn't dare to make a sound along the way.