A day passed quickly. 

Near the end of work, Xie Baiyu asked him, “Junior, where do you live? I can drive you home.” 

Wen Song stood by the window, glancing at the black car parked downstairs—Master Huang’s car. He said to Xie Baiyu, “I live not far from Changrong Avenue. I can just take the subway back. Thank you for your kindness, senior.” 

They entered the elevator together. 

Xie Baiyu’s gaze kept lingering on Wen Song’s face, as if pondering a problem, repeatedly looking at him. Wen Song was uncomfortable with such a direct gaze and lowered his head, looking away. 

“Junior, I think I’ve seen you somewhere before.” 

Xie Baiyu was supposed to go to the basement level, but he followed Wen Song out. “Did you participate in a fundraising event?” 

Wen Song was surprised. “That was freshman year…” 

“Were you the one carrying the donation box, chasing after me all the way to the library, lecturing me?” 

Time, place, and person—once these elements matched, the memory began to rewind. 

Back to the snowy winter four years ago. 

At that time, Wen Song joined Fei University’s volunteer association. The association was raising funds for children at a welfare institution. Having benefited from such acts himself, Wen Song naturally took the lead. In the chilly winter wind, he wore a down jacket, carrying a large red donation box, shuttling through the crowds of students after class, requesting everyone to donate generously. 

Xie Baiyu was among them. He had just finished class and was about to go to the library with his roommate. Seeing the fundraising flyer distributed by the volunteer association, he sneered, “Doing this all the time, who will it actually help? I wonder who will end up pocketing the money.” 

His roommate also said, “Yeah, in this day and age, where are there so many orphans?” 

Wen Song heard them and rushed to Xie Baiyu. “It can help! It really can help!” 

Xie Baiyu was startled. 

“I know many people don’t trust charities, but please believe me, there are really people in this world who are trying to help others, and there are many children who need help.” 

His roommate thought this boy was strange and quickly pulled Xie Baiyu towards the library. 

But Wen Song chased after them, “I’m not asking you to donate, I just want to say that, even in this day and age, there are still many orphans, you just don’t come into contact with them. Most of them are born with disabilities, some are blind, some have cerebral palsy, only their feet can move, they are abandoned by their parents at birth, unable to take care of themselves, unable to go to school…” 

The roommate gave Xie Baiyu a wink, thinking: This kid is also sick, chasing after us saying all this? 

Wen Song, carrying the heavy red donation box, followed behind Xie Baiyu, his tone firm, “I know there are many bad people in this world, having vigilance and caution is correct, but please believe that there is still sincerity and kindness in this world. Some people have been warmed, and some people will always be grateful.” 

Xie Baiyu’s expression changed. 

Wen Song stopped, breathless, “I really wasn’t asking you to donate, really, I just… wanted to explain.” 

“Sorry to bother you,” Wen Song felt a little agitated, his face flushed, he awkwardly scratched his head, then turned to leave. 

Xie Baiyu stopped him, “Junior, I don’t have cash, can I scan the code?” 

Wen Song froze. 

Xie Baiyu scanned the QR code on the side of the donation box and donated two hundred yuan, then entered the library with his roommate. 

“Later…” 

Xie Baiyu looked at Wen Song’s face and said, “I donate to the charity association every month, because of you.” 

Wen Song was stunned. 

The Wen Song of freshman and senior year hadn’t changed much, still looking youthful, but his complexion was more rosy. 

“I didn’t expect to see you again.” 

From the morning, Wen Song had been a little apprehensive about Xie Baiyu, but only now did he fully accept him, shaking his head with a smile, “It’s not because of me, senior, you’ve always been a good person.” 

The word “good person” sounded perfunctory, but coming from Wen Song, it sounded sincere, and Xie Baiyu readily accepted it. 

“Shall I take you to the subway station?” 

Wen Song glanced at Master Huang’s car and quickly shook his head, “No need, I’ll walk.” 

“Okay then.” Xie Baiyu leaned slightly towards Wen Song, his eyes curving upwards when he smiled, like little hooks. 

“Junior, see you tomorrow.” 

Wen Song smiled, “Senior, see you tomorrow.” 

He watched Xie Baiyu enter the elevator before he breathed a sigh of relief and ran towards the long-awaited black car. 

“Sorry, Master Huang, I—” 

The rest of the sentence got stuck in his throat, and he froze. 

He saw Zhou Yanzi sitting in the back seat. 

“Sir?” 

Zhou Yanzi was wearing a black suit, sitting upright in the back seat, almost blending in with the black car. Wen Song felt inexplicably apprehensive, nervously leaning in and sitting down next to the car door. 

He slightly turned his face, stealing glances at Zhou Yanzi. 

Zhou Yanzi was holding a document, slowly turning a page, showing no reaction to his appearance. 

Wen Song put his schoolbag down on his lap, and after a long while, he dared to speak, “Sir, why are you here?” 

Zhou Yanzi closed the document, “On the way.” 

His voice was neither cold nor warm, Wen Song felt sad; this morning he had said welcome, but this afternoon it was just “on the way”. 

There was a gulf between them. 

Wen Song looked out the window. 

Master Huang looked at the back seat through the rearview mirror and couldn’t help but smooth things over, “Mr. Wen, how was your first day at work? Is the office big?” 

Wen Song sat up straight and answered, “It’s pretty good, but I’m not working here, I’ll be assigned elsewhere for three months.” 

“Is it to Yuntu?” 

Wen Song was surprised, “How does Master Huang know?” 

“Mr. Zhou instructed me to pick Mr. Wen up for work at your doorstep at 8:30 every day.” 

“No—” 

Before Wen Song could refuse, Master Huang continued, “It’s less than four kilometers from Huating Bieyuan to Yuntu, even if there’s traffic, it’s only twenty minutes. Mr. Wen can sleep comfortably until eight o’clock every morning.” 

Wen Song waved his hand, “Really no need.” 

“Why not?” Master Huang glanced at the rearview mirror, thought for a moment, and said, “It’s Mr. Zhou’s special instruction.” 

Wen Song then looked at Zhou Yanzi. 

Zhou Yanzi remained the same, unmoved, like a handsome and peerless stone statue. Wen Song dared not look directly at him, thought for a moment and still refused, “Master Huang, I still—” 

“Let Master Huang take you.” 

Zhou Yanzi ended the back-and-forth between Wen Song and Master Huang with one sentence. His command was unquestionable. 

Wen Song instantly fell silent. 

The atmosphere turned cold again. 

Master Huang, seeing this, tried to smooth things over again, “Mr. Wen, who was the boy you were chatting with downstairs just now?” 

“A colleague, he’s also assigned to Yuntu.” 

“He doesn’t look very old.” 

“He’s two years older than me, he’s my senior from the same university.” 

Master Huang glanced at Zhou Yanzi through the rearview mirror. He looked calm, reviewing his documents, seemingly unconcerned. 

The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is dying of anxiety. Master Huang gritted his teeth and asked Wen Song again, “So you’re from the same university, I see you… you two get along pretty well, you were laughing and talking.” 

Wen Song replied shyly, “I just found out that my senior and I met four years ago, it’s quite fated.” 

“So fated…” Master Huang lengthened his tone and asked, “Does he know you’re married?” 

Wen Song quickly shook his head, “I didn’t say.” 

How could he casually tell others about his marriage? Besides, he got married before graduation, others would gossip. 

Master Huang was even more anxious, “Didn’t he notice? Mr. Wen, aren’t you wearing a wedding ring?” 

“No,” Wen Song touched his finger, smiling and asking, “Who wears a wedding ring every day? It’s a bit strange.” 

Before he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of a white light. 

He turned his head and saw Zhou Yanzi’s single-diamond platinum wedding ring on his left ring finger, particularly eye-catching in the dim car. 

“…” 

He seemed not to have noticed. Zhou Yanzi had been wearing his wedding ring since the day they registered, rarely taking it off. 

Should wedding rings be worn all the time? 

Wen Song didn’t understand, and no one had ever told him this rule. 

Actually, he wanted to wear it too, but the wedding ring Zhou Yanzi bought him was too luxurious, the ring band was adorned with a row of dazzling diamonds, and with every movement of his finger, his heart trembled. 

He didn’t even dare to carry the shoulder bag Zhou Yanzi gave him, let alone wear a diamond ring worth hundreds of thousands of yuan to attract attention? 

But he didn’t expect that Zhou Yanzi was wearing his all the time. 

Was it to show that he was married? He pondered secretly, and could understand, after all, Zhou Yanzi insisted on registering their marriage with him partly to appease his parents’ urging for marriage. 

Master Huang sighed. 

This sigh reached Wen Song’s ears, and he realized that not wearing a wedding ring after marriage was a sin, and quickly explained in a low voice, “I didn’t mean to… it’s inconvenient to wear it at school.” 

“Yes, yes, it’s inconvenient at school.” Master Huang chuckled a few times, looking at Zhou Yanzi’s expression through the rearview mirror. 

Zhou Yanzi remained silent, only putting down the document, placing his hand on his knee, the brilliance of the diamond ring even more obvious. 

Wen Song nervously looked out of the window. 

Master Huang couldn’t help but say, “Mr. Wen, Mr. Zhou rushed over from the park today, specially—” 

“Master Huang,” Zhou Yanzi’s voice was cold, “Drive.” 

Master Huang shrank his neck, not daring to say anything more. 

Wen Song became even more uneasy, his heart filled with anxiety, subconsciously wanting to pick at something, but the bag was too expensive, he couldn’t bear to, so he could only pick at his jeans. 

Picking, picking, he arrived home. 

Entering the door, Wen Song slowly changed his shoes, standing in the hallway like a scolded child. 

Zhou Yanzi was somewhat moody today. From the moment Xie Baiyu mistakenly interrupted their call, Zhou Yanzi’s tone had not been good, and Wen Song didn’t know what he had done wrong. 

He watched Zhou Yanzi walk into the living room, take off his suit jacket, roll up his sleeves as usual, and walk towards the kitchen.