The autumn sun shone brightly on the courtyard, and the flowers and plants that had just been watered looked very fresh and vibrant.

Ye Zhao squatted down in front of a potted plant to loosen the soil. Just then, she heard a series of leisurely footsteps coming from the stairs. Ye Zhao looked up and saw them.

Aze's short, golden hair fluttered in the wind, revealing his smooth face. He had a straight nose, thin lips, and slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes. Surprisingly, his skin was very fair, with a faint pallor in the sunlight. Combined with his delicate features, he looked exactly like a sickly beauty.

Jiang Ze leaned against the wooden railing, looking languidly at Ye Zhao, and said slowly, "Zhao Zhao, if you keep looking at me, you'll fall in love with me."

Well, this shamelessness isn't new. Ye Zhao shook his head and looked away, continuing to loosen the soil as he said, "Xiao Lin is in the kitchen. Go see what you want to eat and have him make it for you."

Jiang Ze's sticky voice came through: "What if I want to eat what you make?"

Ye Zhao couldn't understand why this fine young man had to speak in such a pretentious and affected way, which was both unpleasant and nauseating.

Without turning her head, she said, "Then you can wait to starve to death."

Jiang Ze accused, "Zhao Zhao, you are so cold-hearted."

"Good to know."

Jiang Ze chuckled upon hearing this: "But I like it."

"Go away, don't disgust me."

"Okay!"

The two were used to bantering and understood each other's personalities, so they naturally took these words to heart.

Jiang Ze strolled into the house and saw Yang Juan at the front desk. He approached her with a smile and asked, "What's your name, little sister?"

Yang Juan smiled politely: "You can just call me Yang Juan."

Jiang Ze picked up a carton of milk and started drinking. Hearing this, he smiled and asked, "Juan'er, how long have you been working at Zhaozhao Guesthouse?"

"It's been about a year..."

"Oh, I see. Then let me ask you, does Zhao Zhao have a boyfriend?" He winked at Yang Juan and asked in a low voice.

Yang Juan glanced at Ye Zhao, who was squatting outside digging in the dirt, and shouted, "Sister Zhao Zhao, your friend asked if you have a boyfriend!"

Jiang Ze's expression changed repeatedly as he looked at Yang Juan with a accusing look.

Ye Zhao turned to Jiang Ze and asked, "Are you going to eat or not?"

Jiang Ze immediately replied, "Eat, eat, eat! Let's go right now!"

After saying that, he glared at Yang Juan and went to the kitchen. Yang Juan gave him a provocative smile.

Jiang Ze was a lively person. He had only been there for a day, but he had already become friends with the people in the guesthouse. He was very charming and liked Aunt Zhang a lot. However, he and Yang Juan couldn't stand each other and would bicker with each other in a sarcastic way whenever they met.

As evening approached, a gentle breeze began to stir, and the dim lights in the courtyard came on. Jiang Ze and Yang Juan were clearing away the dead branches and leaves that Ye Zhao had cleaned up earlier that day, and the two started arguing again after a disagreement.

"Juan'er, you know you'll never get married if you keep going like this, right?"

Yang Juan retorted, "If I can't get married, do you think you can?"

Jiang Ze replied with a smug look, "You're absolutely right, I really can get married."

After saying that, ignoring Yang Juan's incredulous expression, she advised, "Besides, you should be finding a boyfriend at your age. How come you're still single? Look at me, I already have a boyfriend."

As he spoke, his tone shifted to one of boasting.

Yang Juan's expression cracked, and she turned to look at Ye Zhao with a questioning gaze. Ye Zhao nodded calmly and said, "Yes, he has a boyfriend."

Jiang Ze looked at Yang Juan with a smug expression: "See? I already have a boyfriend, and you don't."

Aunt Zhang took a while to react, then looked at Jiang Ze arguing with Yang Juan, sighed, shook her head with a regretful expression, and went into the kitchen.

Ye Zhao couldn't help but smile, but Jiang Ze turned around and saw her expression, and quickly said, "And you, Zhao Zhao, I'm not trying to criticize you, but you're getting on in years and you still don't know how to find someone. Even if you can't find someone as good-looking as Chen Du, you can always find someone better than him, right?"

Ye Zhao rolled her eyes speechlessly. Was this matter going to never be resolved?

At the dinner table, Aunt Zhang looked at Jiang Ze with great regret and gently advised, "Aze, to be honest, it's better for boys to find girlfriends. Girls are so much better, they're fragrant and pretty."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ze looked at Aunt Zhang calmly, his carefree expression gone. After listening to her finish speaking, he said seriously, "But Auntie, I just like boys."

Aunt Zhang stood there stunned for a moment. Ye Zhao said slowly, "There's nothing wrong with that. Everyone has a different sexual orientation. Just like whatever you like and be happy."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ze happily leaned closer to Ye Zhao: "I knew Zhao Zhao was the best!"

Ye Zhao said expressionlessly, "Let's eat."

Jiang Ze sat up straight instantly: "Okay!"

After the little incident, everyone was still happily chatting and eating. Yang Juan and Jiang Ze still didn't get along and would occasionally exchange sarcastic remarks.

Jiang Ze's arrival made the courtyard much more lively, but it also caused a lot of trouble.

The next day, taking advantage of the good weather, Ye Zhao asked Jiang Ze to help move all the flowers from the rooms without guests out to sunbathe. Jiang Ze acted as if he had oil on his hands, smashing one pot after another. Ye Zhao was overwhelmed by the mud and ceramic shards all over the stairs.

The culprit, however, stood on the stairs, looking at her innocently: "I didn't know the flowerpot was so slippery..."

"Stop making things worse here, go downstairs and play."

"But I want to help you..."

Ye Zhao looked at him expressionlessly: "Do you look like you're trying to help?"

Jiang Ze knew he was in the wrong, so he lowered his head and went downstairs. He happened to see Yang Juan tidying up her things on the ground, so he went up to her to ask for help.

The sound of the two arguing drifted over, and Ye Zhao shook his head helplessly, then looked down to clean the mud off the stairs.

Meanwhile, Jiang Che and his team had just finished a meeting at the hotel when Mu Xu said, "President Jiang, we've booked flights for tonight, and we'll be leaving around 4 a.m.

Jiang Che simply nodded without saying anything.

After some time, he said to Fei Ming, "Come with me to Green Field this afternoon."

Fei Ming immediately nodded and agreed. After returning from Green Field that day, he felt that President Jiang's mood was not quite right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

He shouldn't be asking too many questions about his boss's affairs, and Fei Ming didn't put much thought into this matter.

That afternoon, as he was pushing Jiang Che out of the hotel, several children chased after him. Looking at the youngest child, a thought flashed through his mind, and he finally remembered something he had overlooked these past few days.

He remembered that Boss Ye had a child. Did the boss know about this? Should he tell him? Would it be unnecessary? They were all going back today, but what if the boss didn't know?

Jiang Che didn't understand Fei Ming's conflicted thoughts. As they got closer to Green Field, he also figured out many things. In fact, Ye Zhao hadn't hidden anything from him, but she hadn't told him the truth either. Facing someone he had only known for two days, she hadn't done anything wrong, so he didn't need to be so conflicted and concerned about this issue.

As Jiang Che reached the door, he heard two people talking inside. He looked in surprise, and as Fei Ming pushed him inside, the scene of the courtyard came into view.

"Jiang Ze?"

Jiang Ze, who was squatting and fiddling with flowerpots, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine when he heard this voice. Without daring to turn his head, he turned and ran.