It has been a month since Mrs. Gu, the wife of Mr. Gu Shao, passed away. Gu Lin has just returned from abroad to his home country. The marriage between Mr. Gu and Mrs. Gu was originally arranged through a family alliance. Their relationship as a couple was neither particularly good nor particularly bad, with a constant sense of distance between them. They never appeared close or affectionate in public, giving the impression of being strangers to one another.

It is precisely for this reason that Mrs. Gu, who is not favored by Gu Lin, directs all her resentment towards Gu Jin, believing that it is his mother, Xia Ran, who has appeared and disrupted her relationship with Gu Lin.

Gu Lin hung his suit jacket on the coat rack by the door and walked into the empty bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the group photo on the bedside table, sighing deeply.

A faint sound came from outside, and Gu Lin keenly noticed it. He raised his head and looked over, saying, "Who's there?"

The voice paused for a moment, then a person walked over from the door, their face showing an embarrassed expression, and they lowered their head, saying, "Father..."

Gu Lin was slightly surprised and said, "Gu Jin?"

I just returned home from school and heard some noise upstairs, so I came down," Gu Jin looked at Gu Lin and asked, "Father, do you miss Madam Shao?"

Gu Lin rarely interacted with Gu Jin, so he didn't expect him to grow so tall in the blink of an eye. At first glance, he almost didn't recognize him. Gu Lin had been facing difficulties in both work and life recently, and even he couldn't help but feel tired. He wondered if it was because Gu Jin's features carried a hint of Xia Ran's charm from back then, or perhaps it was due to their close blood ties. Facing Gu Jin, Gu Lin couldn't armor himself up like he did with other people. In that instant, he had the urge to confide in him.

Upon hearing Gu Jin's words, Gu Lin couldn't help but sigh. "There is longing, but there is even more self-blame."

"Gu Jin," Gu Lin paused for a moment and said, "Back then, I didn't come to see you and mom. Do you hate me for it?"

In that instant, the atmosphere became significantly silent and tense. Half of Gu Jin's face was covered in shadow, making it difficult to discern his emotions. However, after a moment, Gu Jin took a step forward and smiled, saying, "Father, you seem tired. Why don't I give you a shoulder massage?"

He did not respond to Gu Lin's words, but upon hearing what Gu Jin said, Gu Lin exclaimed in surprise, "At such a young age, you already know how to give massages?"

"Yes," Gu Jin walked over to Gu Lin's side, "It's what my mother taught me before."

The child behind him focused attentively, reaching out to massage his shoulders. The tense muscles gradually relaxed, but Gu Lin's heart remained heavy. If the person he had married back then was Xia Ran, perhaps the current tragedy would not have happened...

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Gu Jing entered the study and respectfully bowed down to Gu Lin, saying, "Master, do you have any instructions for me?"

Facing the window, Gu Lin saw his assistant enter and said to him, "It's not urgent, but I would like to ask you about Gu Jin's situation at school."

The assistant's body stiffened, and reluctantly said, "......His grades are good, and the teachers all like him."

After hearing it, Gu Lin nodded in understanding.

Assistant suppressed his anger and doubts in his heart and casually asked, seemingly indifferent, "Why is the master suddenly paying attention to the young master?"

Gu Linjing stayed silent for a moment before calmly saying, "I neglected him and Xia Ran back then. It's only right for me to show more concern for him."

Seeing that he didn't say anything else, the assistant nodded and left the study, closing the door. However, before he left, he overheard Gu Lin muttering to himself, "If it weren't for Gu Mo, Gu Jin might have inherited..."

The assistant's fingers holding the doorknob stiffened, and a layer of gloom unconsciously enveloped their eyes.