The night was windy, with light snow falling; the streets were brightly lit with neon lights but few pedestrians.

After class, Duanmu Ci and Bu Tongxun, who had just finished negotiating, sat on the floor around the coffee table in front of the sofa. In front of them was a glass of clear wine, served in white porcelain. It tasted refreshing and warmed the body.

Duanmu Ci flipped through the document in his hand, and after reading the thick stack for less than a minute, he threw it back onto the sofa. "You can make these decisions... but since you've managed to get so many shares, if you're willing to manage them properly, it might not be impossible for you to even gain control."

“Of course not!” Bu Tongxun said without hesitation. “The Tang family are not fools. They would not be so stupid as to lose their dominant position. Moreover, I think that Tang Tingshu is quite shrewd. Even if the Tang family falls into his hands in the future, it will not decline.”

Duanmu Ci lazily drank his wine. "Whatever, I'm not interested in controlling stakes or anything like that." He had been a merchant for two thousand years, an ancient profession, and had long since lost interest... He had become a landlord since the Han Dynasty...

Landlords have a better future...

Bu Tongxun seemed to remember something, "Oh right! A few days ago you said you wanted to get the right to use that building from Haishan University. I've already secured it, in exchange for providing a set of the most advanced biological research equipment in the world and 10,000 books."

Duanmu Ci perked up slightly. He didn't care about the cost. "This is good news. Now my club plan can finally be put into practice. Otherwise, it would have been really troublesome to apply to the college for a key to a large classroom."

Bu Tongxun smiled and said, "The building constructed by Gongshu Mo is quite large, which should be able to meet your needs, sir. However, you should give it a name first, otherwise it will be inconvenient to call it."

Duanmu Ci thought for a moment, "Let's wait a bit. Let me set up the scaffolding first. Besides, the decoration there needs to be redone. You don't need to trouble yourself with that. Just find a professional decoration company in Haishan. It won't cost much."

"Mmm," Bu Tongxun murmured softly.

Then the atmosphere fell silent.

Outside the window was a brightly lit long street, with fine snowflakes falling softly, filling the view with a gust of wind. Occasionally, young couples would pass by on their way home. The girl, wearing a pink cartoon down jacket, skipped and hopped along the street, clearly in a cheerful mood, while the boy followed behind carrying various shopping bags, occasionally exchanging glances with her.

Amidst the girl's laughter and the boy's gaze, a subtle feeling descended. Everyone felt a sense of beauty; the snowflakes began to fall more slowly, the sound of the Huangpu River grew longer, and people suddenly felt happy.

Happiness can spread.

Duanmu Ci and Bu Tongxun sat on the large carpet under the coffee table. The TV was playing "Full House," a Korean drama that had once been a huge hit in China. The final episode was being rebroadcast, and the male and female protagonists were passionately kissing... The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous...

"This is really troublesome," Duanmu Cixin said.

As someone with enough life experience to practically support any Hollywood script, Duanmu Ci knew all too well what the situation was like. The sky was dark, snow was falling, everyone was alone, a lone man and woman… oh, and there was a strong smell of Shanxi Fenjiu liquor… In this atmosphere, anything was perfectly normal, wasn't it?

It would be abnormal not to do it...

Duanmu Ci was somewhat restless, not because he was nervous—in fact, he couldn't possibly be nervous about such things—but because he had been sitting in one position for too long… and felt uncomfortable…

But Bu Tongxun misunderstood. She thought that the adult was twisting her body because she was as nervous as she was. This extraordinary woman, who could remain calm in the face of thousands of people in the business world, was now sweating nervously.

She slowly moved her body closer to Duanmu Ci, cautiously sensing the atmosphere around her like a kitten. She was afraid of being rejected, and if Duanmu Ci made any uncomfortable move, she would stop immediately so as not to embarrass the adult.

Duanmu Ci did feel uncomfortable, but he dared not show it at all, because he knew this woman's personality. If you rejected her once, she would never do it again. This would make her very sad, disappointed, and upset, and he didn't want to make her sad.

As the faint scent of JY-Japata perfume gradually wafted over, Bu Tongxun drew closer and closer. Though they were only a few steps apart, it felt as if they were separated by a vast distance, as if she had trekked across mountains and rivers.

Finally, one group approached, another drew closer, and finally they stood shoulder to shoulder...

Bu Tongxun could clearly feel her master's body temperature, while Duanmu Ci could also feel his housekeeper's pounding heartbeat. It was truly...

Duanmu Ci disliked this atmosphere because he didn't want any more girls to fall for him.

He is a monster.

He wanders on the edge of time, a person favored by God... or perhaps forgotten by God.

Throughout his long life, he encountered countless women and experienced countless heart-wrenching partings. The lives of ordinary people were like mayflies, living only a day and dying at dusk, while he was an immortal god.

Sometimes, when Duanmu Ci was bored and watching TV, he would unconsciously turn it off whenever he came across a scene where a god and a mortal could not be together. Ordinary people like to put themselves in the mortal's shoes and think that the heavenly rule of "gods and mortals cannot be together" is truly hateful! They don't understand why the gods in heaven would obstruct such a beautiful marriage.

But he was different. He was used to putting himself in the role of a god (even though he wasn't a god), so he felt this was normal. He thought this rule of heaven was reasonable, and even, to put it fashionably, very humane.

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