While Fu Jianzhi was editing the message for Ruan Chen, Ruan Chen was still on the phone, so Fu Jianzhi could still hear Ruan Chen chatting with her friends.

“I already said that children this age are easy to nurture. Maybe they will like him in the future and become Ye Zitao’s die-hard fan.”

Ruan Chen said helplessly, "Fu Jianzhi is not this noisy type. Let me tell you, he is really quiet."

Lin Fengzi said in a tone of exasperation, "I told you to train him! You're just a cold-on-the-outside-but-warm-on-the-inside type. When I first met you, I had no idea how aloof you were. If you train the young master of the Fu family a bit, make him more talkative, your personalities will complement each other perfectly."

Ruan Chen didn't find anything awkward about the sentence. She smiled, held up her phone, and urged Fu Jianzhi, "If your address is too long, just locate it for me on the app."

Fu Jianzhi was lost in thought because of the sentence, "Your personalities complement each other perfectly."

Neither Lin Fengzi nor Ruan Chen felt there was anything wrong with what she said, but Fu Jianzhi, as one of the parties involved, couldn't help but overthink it based on Lin Fengzi's words.

Under what circumstances do two people's personalities need to complement each other?

Of course, it's when we live together.

Just like when I and Ruan Chen lived together in Meicheng.

Thinking about it this way, Ruan Chen's friend doesn't seem so bad after all.

After all, he's quite good at talking.

When Fu Jian got into the car, he could smell the aroma of fried chicken and hamburgers.

He subconsciously swallowed. He usually ate the nutritional meals provided by the Martial Arts Research Institute, which were nothing special except for maintaining his vital signs.

"Brother Lin bought this for you," Ruan Chen handed over the paper bag containing hamburgers and fried chicken, along with a glass of iced cola. "There's no food being sold at the concert venue, so have a bite to tide you over."

Fu Jianzhi wanted to reach out and take it, but when he heard that it was bought by Brother Lin, he forcefully pressed his raised hand back onto his leg.

"Thank you, but I don't like junk food."

He spoke very politely, emphasizing the words "junk food," and sat upright in the back seat.

Ruan Chen glanced at him, her attitude nonchalant. "It's fine if you don't want to eat. Fengzi, I remember there's a fried noodle stall at the night market up ahead, right? Get him a seafood fried noodle dish when we pass by."

As Ruan Chen spoke, he took back the paper bag and the iced cola, and then took a sip himself.

"That stall at the Shida Night Market? Was it the one I recommended? I don't know if it's open yet, just check it out when you pass by."

“Okay.” Ruan Chen took out a golden and crispy chicken leg from the bag. “Jian Zhi, if you don’t want to eat it, I will. It won’t taste good if you leave it any longer.”

She took a crunchy bite.

Fu Jianzhi swallowed again.

"Forget it, it's too much trouble to go downstairs to buy food later. Even though it's junk food, I'll just eat a bite."

He reached out with restraint and took a bag of chicken cutlets out of the paper bag.

Fu Jianzhi took a bite, paused for a moment, and realized it was his favorite plum flavor.

Back then, there were chicken cutlets sold outside Meicheng Elementary School. Elementary school students didn't have much money, so the auntie who fried the chicken cutlets cleverly broke the chicken cutlets into small portions and sold them. You could buy a small piece of chicken cutlet for 50 cents.

If Ruan Chen had a good haul from selling junk that day, she would buy two or four or five pieces, take a bite for herself, and give the rest to Fu Jianzhi.

Fu Jianzhi loved the flavor of sweet plum, so later, no matter what snacks Ruan Chen bought from roadside stalls, as long as they had the flavor of sweet plum, she would always ask the vendor to sprinkle extra sweet plum powder on them.

“I remember you like plum flavor, isn’t it delicious?” Ruan Chen said with a hint of pride, then added, “Are you trying to be health-conscious at such a young age, eating junk food?”

Fu Jianzhi ate his chicken cutlet in silence, without saying a word.

It was really delicious.

The car fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of two people munching on their food.

Lin Fengzi laughed out of turn, "Ruan Chen, your little one is really well-behaved and quiet."

The three of them sat together at the concert. It was the first time Fu Jianzhi and Ruan Chen had been to such an event, so Lin Fengzi naturally took on the role of the leader.

First, she led two people to sit down, and then Lin Fengzi went to the designated location to pick up the light sticks, banners, and other merchandise.

The concert was outdoors, and the venue was dimly lit before the lights were turned on. Ruan Chen and Fu Jianzhi sat silently amidst the noise without saying a word.

They were incompatible without prior arrangement.

Fu Jianzhi turned his head slightly to look at Ruan Chen. She wasn't looking at the stage; she was staring blankly at the distant night, as if she had endless worries on her mind.

Fu Jianzhi thought to himself that Ruan Chen now looked exactly like she did every afternoon in Crescent Bay back then. During those long hours, she would sit alone by the window, resting her chin on her hand and watching the planes take off and land in the distance.

But back then... exactly when was that?

How much did Ruan Chen actually remember?

Fu Jianzhi took a deep breath, trying to stop himself from thinking about these things—he was afraid he would lose control and ask Ruan Chen, "Have you seen the memories that belong only to us? Do you remember more?"

But now is definitely not the time to expose all of this.

Ruan Chen is not yet able to fully control her abilities. Telling her the truth would only cause an irreversible tragedy to repeat itself on another timeline.

This time, however, he was no longer able to stop her.

Fu Jianzhi forced himself to focus on his phone, browsing news randomly to distract himself.

A pop-up window just happened to show a tweet from a marketing account.

"The former richest man's second daughter has severed ties with her biological father! Is this kicking him when he's down or a sign of clear-headedness?"

Fu Jianzhi then remembered the important purpose of his initial invitation to Ruan Chen to have dinner.

"Ruan Chen, I have a question for you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Jianzhi received a light slap on the head.

Ruan Chen didn't hit hard, of course. "You have no manners. Who are you calling? Call me 'sister'."

"...Sis, is your lawyer reliable? Could you recommend him to me?"

"What lawyer?" Ruan Chen asked absentmindedly.

Just now, as she stared into the darkness in the distance, all sorts of worries welled up inside her.

Strangely, the more lively the environment, the more disconnected she felt from the world.

Fortunately, Fu Jianzhi interrupted her emotions.

"I'm going to be the lawyer who will sever your parent-child relationship. I'm also going to get a notarized document."

Fu Jianzhi spoke casually.

"Is your brother up to something again?"

"He never doesn't cause trouble."

"Fu Lin treats you fairly well."

"I don't need it."

Ruan Chen didn't reprimand Fu Jianzhi for his nonsense; she just chatted for a bit before making the final decision.

“Your situation is different from mine. Even if I leave the Ruan family, I still have the Ye family. Think about it for two more years. Don’t even mention when you’re an adult, at least wait until you’re sixteen before we talk about it.”