Gao Bo opened a can of Coca-Cola and gulped it down.

“Refreshing! Honestly, while you were away from Ningzhou, Chen Zhiyu asked me about you quite a bit. I think she genuinely cares about you.”

“I don’t understand, she’s so pretty, and your families get along well. Why haven’t you tried dating her after all these years? Don’t tell me you don’t like her at all…”

Gu Ji rarely saw Gao Bo being so serious.

For a moment, the atmosphere became a bit awkward.

After a long silence, he picked up a can of Coke too, pulled the tab, and listened to the “hiss.” “I’m not a eunuch; how could I not have feelings for Chen Zhiyu?”

“To be honest, don’t laugh, but all through my life, I’ve had several impulses towards her. But you know how persistent I am, which some might call extreme. When I focus on one thing, I tend to overlook the people around me, which is basically why my ex-girlfriends broke up with me.”

“And Chen Zhiyu has always been like a blank slate, so pure it’s terrifying. Every time I thought about pursuing her, a thought popped into my head: Xiaoyu is a good girl, I shouldn’t mess with her.”

Gao Bo stared in disbelief.

“Are you saying Chen Zhiyu has never had a boyfriend?”

“Not even a boyfriend, and besides me, I’m guessing she’s never even held another guy’s hand.”

“I kind of get you now. Even though we’re usually the kind to flirt around, when it comes to a good girl, we can’t bring ourselves to hurt them.”

“Hey! Watch your wording, comrade. I’m not like you. I might flirt, but I’m not a player.”

“Tsk tsk, putting on airs again, like when you wouldn’t lend me your smartphone!”

Gao Bo grabbed a chicken neck from the bag and threw it over, which Gu Ji caught instantly.

Amidst the joking and scolding, he also felt a bit touched.

How could Gu Ji not see that the two came to check on him tonight out of concern for his mental state, fearing he might not get over his father’s plane crash incident?

Especially Chen Zhiyu.

Even if his mom asked this girl to take care of him, she wouldn’t think of having her cook personally as an excuse, which was adorably fake.

Thus.

Gu Ji never pursued Chen Zhiyu for his own “selfish” reasons too.

Even if he did date the girl, it might not last, and if they argued and broke up halfway, their relationship might not be as good as it is now, and they might even become strangers.

The two continued drinking Coke and chatting until late at night, and since it was so late, Gao Bo just slept in Gu Ji’s bed.

Meanwhile.

Hans, Ludwig Port.

In the evening, two black luxury cars slowly drove into a vast corporate complex. In front of several rows of glass curtain-walled office buildings stood a historic white stone monument, with the letters “HELG” engraved upon it, and behind it, numerous national flags were proudly waving, from Hans to Eagle Country to Wu Kingdom, all showcasing its identity as a multinational giant…

A well-dressed Hans gentleman waited diligently at the entrance hall of the office building, attentively opening the car door: “Young master, the old master has been waiting for a long time.”

“Sorry Leon, the plane was delayed.”

A young man in his twenties emerged from the car, his features sharply defined as if carved from stone, his athletic build modestly clad in top-brand sportswear that didn’t stand out.

The two walked into the office building and took the elevator up to the vice president’s office.

“Sir, the young master is back.”

Leon knocked on the door, and only after hearing a low voice from within did he push the door open and enter.

In the spacious and lavish office sat a man in his fifties, a Hans man whose features bore some resemblance to the young man’s, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s.

He didn’t speak, still focused on reviewing documents.

The young man waited on a sofa beside him.

After about twenty minutes, the man finally signed a document and flashed a confident smile: “This proposal is excellent. Let’s see how Volut Company will refute it this time!”

“Father, is it still about the Reite Optical Instruments case?”

“Yes, this Volut’s legal department is quite skillful; they’ve been stalling us for almost two months now.”

“Father, I don’t understand. Volut is currently the leader in the global medical field, and our group has a small share in the medical field, so why insist on such a life-or-death struggle with them? Wouldn’t a handshake and reconciliation be more beneficial for the company’s development?”

“It seems you’ve been paying attention to the company’s affairs recently, and you’re right.”

Mr. Hans leaned back in his chair, satisfied, then shifted his tone: “But your grandfather emphasized repeatedly when founding this company that we must deeply dig into Volut, like a hyena, and fiercely bite them.”

The young man couldn’t quite grasp this statement.

He said no more and instead picked up his coat, walking past the desk.

On the desk lay an exquisite metal triangle nameplate, boldly inscribed: Herman Hausen!

“Let’s go, we have business to attend to.”

Herman called for the bodyguard Leon, and together with his son, they drove north to a remote area by the Rhine River.

Here was a Hans war cemetery established specifically for those who perished in World War II at Ludwig Port.

He retrieved a bouquet of flowers and an exquisite metal flask from the trunk, leading his son into the cemetery.

The two circled around.

Herman stopped before a grave on the innermost side, instructing his son to place one of the bouquets in front of the tombstone.

On the tombstone was a black-and-white photo of a Hans man.

With short dark hair and a stubbly beard, he appeared somewhat carefree.

Beneath it was his name.

Ler Brown;

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