Wang Yao is well cared for here. To soothe her, Mu Zishan chats with her every day. To avoid disturbing her sleep, Lu Yang and Zhuo Qiang don't play games in the living room. The aunt at home also prepares nutritious meals for her, and the doctor comes to check on her health regularly.

With her due date just a week away, everyone in the courtyard began to get nervous. Wang Yao was admitted to a private hospital, but Zhuo Qiang started to make arrangements for the unborn child. The three of them spent the entire morning wandering the children's section of the mall, buying everything from formula and diapers to clothes for a one-year-old.

On the way back, Mu Zishan suddenly received a call from the hospital: Wang Yao was in premature labor. The three of them rushed back to the hospital, where the doctor came out and said a cesarean section was needed. Mu Zishan paced back and forth outside the delivery room, utterly nervous. He couldn't call Wang Yao's family, and he didn't know who that jerk was. For the first time, he felt helpless.

"It's out!" Lu Yang said, standing up.

"Doctor, how is she?" Mu Zishan asked.

"Mother and child are safe!"

They were relieved. When the three of them saw the baby weighing more than seven kilograms in the nursery, a warm feeling came over their hearts.

"My child must be very good-looking in the future!" Zhuo Qiang smiled. "Look at him, he looks like a little old man!"

"This is what newborn babies are like," said Lu Yang.

Mu Zishan listened to their quarrel and looked at the little baby who was still unable to move, with a smile on his face.

The child changed every day. After more than a week, he became much more beautiful. The three of them took turns carrying him around. Wang Yao couldn't help but tell her parents about it. Although they blamed their daughter for being impulsive, they were also very distressed. A few days later, they took her and the child to Chongqing, saying that confinement in one's own home is always the best.

After Wang Yao left, the courtyard seemed a little quieter, and life returned to normal. The online abuse disappeared, and the people around her looked at her like normal again. She began to take on a few more cases of catching mistresses and divorces.

The recent release of a new game developed by Zhuoqiang Network Company has been incredibly successful, attracting a steady stream of investors and partners. In a short period of time, nearly every young person has downloaded and used their game, with the user base exceeding 100 million. Mu Zishan, dressed in an evening gown, walked into the banquet hall arm in arm with the evening's two main guests, under the gaze of the crowd. Western banquets emphasize formality, requiring both men and women to dress with care. Zhuoqiang lowered her right hand, stepped onto the stage, and, with a grin, recounted various embarrassing stories about Zhuoqiang Network Company members. She also offered unabashed praise for the team, rewarding them with practical means, earning applause. In comparison, Lu Yang's speech seemed rather formal, but it did provide some direction for investors. The two of them mingled among the businesspeople and technicians. She was taciturn, but she would drink and accept almost any offer.

Compared to these people, the exquisite pastries on the side attracted her more. She selected a "fine product" and carefully examined it before savoring it slowly. They truly lived up to their appearance. Watching Zhuo Qiang lead an extremely elegant woman out, the corners of his mouth curled up. It seemed that he had found prey again tonight.

Lu Yang walked over and asked, "He just left like that?" He was obviously complaining.

She chuckled and said, "Jealous?"

"Who's jealous?" He looked at her slightly red face. "How much did you drink?" He reached out to support her who was a little shaky.

"A little bit!" She looked around and saw that there weren't many people left. "There's still room for more!"

"Stop drinking and let's go." The car was driven away by Zhuo Qiang. He put his coat on Mu Zishan and asked someone to call a car for them.

The wobbling car made her feel uncomfortable, so she forced the driver to stop and walked onto the road. Lu Yang followed her and saw her suddenly collapse to the ground. He ran over and took her to the hospital.

The hospital's emergency room was quite crowded that night. The doctor took Mu Zishan in and, after a detailed examination, confirmed that she had alcohol poisoning and needed immediate gastric lavage. Lu Yang didn't know how much she had drunk, but she was a heavy drinker, so alcohol poisoning was a possibility.

"If she drinks like this again, it might not be as simple as gastric lavage," the male doctor said. "Look, her liver is somewhat damaged."

This was Lu Yang's first time seeing the internal structure of a human body, so he naturally didn't know what a normal liver looked like. But if the doctor said it was serious, then it must be serious. "I know."

"If he gets cirrhosis at such a young age, it would be a disaster." The male doctor expressed a hint of regret, but quickly turned his head to check on another man who was also drunk. "How much did you drink?"

She was taken to the ward and put on an IV drip. She woke up the next day and saw Lu Yang lying on the sofa. She was in a hurry and accidentally fell under the bed, waking up Lu Yang who was lightly sleeping.

Zhuo Qiang just happened to come in with breakfast. "I'm so sorry to have to bow to you so early in the morning."

Lu Yang helped her up and she headed straight to the bathroom. Zhuo Qiang chuckled, "Looks like she's holding her urine."

Perhaps because they had been together for so long, Mu Zishan no longer cared about Zhuo Qiang's words. At least, some of his less serious words were not worth listening to. After breakfast and completing the discharge procedures, Mu Zishan sat in the back seat and watched the busy people. The bus stop was packed with people, the traffic was stuck in traffic, and the subway entrance had become an ant hole.

"The doctor said she can't drink like this anymore," Lu Yang said.

"That's a waste of the good wine in my cellar," Zhuo Qiang glanced at the two people in the back seat, "If you don't want to drink it, you can smell it."

The north hates rain, and this dry weather makes people irritable. She gradually curled up, enjoying the freedom that most people don't have. As soon as she got off the car, she went into her room, closed all the windows, put on some Chopin music, and lay quietly on the bed.

Lu Yang lingered at her door for a while, took the clothes that her aunt handed to him, gently opened her door, put them in her dressing room, walked to her side, covered her with a quilt, and then quietly left.

"What happened to her?" Zhuo Qiang asked after hanging up the phone.

"Nothing." Lu Yang waved his hand and looked at him. "By the way, a boss wanted to discuss a contract with you yesterday. I've already arranged a time for your secretary."

His phone rang again. "These endless calls," she said, patting his shoulder. "Women are like that. No weather forecaster can predict what they're thinking."

Lu Yang glanced at Mu Zishan's door. Over the past few years since they'd last seen each other, he'd imagined countless ways to meet her. It could be said that all those budding emotions of youth had been confined to memories and imaginations. Now that they were getting along more and more like family, he'd lost the courage to express his feelings.

Soon she got back to work, going out for 8 hours a day and organizing documents at night. The 24-hour workload no longer required alcohol to numb her.