"Good morning, Third Young Master," Xiaocha respectfully greeted the man.
"Mm."
The man responded indifferently and walked straight into the dining area.
At the dining table, the man was flipping through his phone with one hand, checking company affairs while having breakfast.
Apart from the occasional clatter of utensils, everything seed very quiet.
A car ca to a stop outside the villa, waiting quietly.
At eight, after having breakfast, the man left the villa, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat.
Qing Yi in the driver’s seat handed over the laptop on his lap to the man in the back seat.
Then, while starting the engine, he began to report today’s schedule to the man: "There’s a eting at ten this morning, expected to end around eleven thirty, and a lunch appointnt with President Lin at Financial Port at noon..."
The man kept the laptop on his lap, nodding slightly while reviewing the information on the screen, occasionally tapping his fingers on the keyboard, sotis responding to Qing Yi in the driver’s seat.
The car drove all the way out of Wu Garden, heading into the comrcial street...
Finally, it stopped in front of a building.
"President."
"President..."
The elevator went straight up to the middle floor and stopped as the man walked out and went directly into his office.
...
After finishing the day’s work, the man left the company and returned to Wu Garden.
From the dining area to the study, and then from the study to the bedroom.
After a hot shower, he went to bed and began to rest.
The next day, he repeated the sa work again.
...
Everything is the sa as before, yet also different from later on.
Before, when he was always the Third Young Master Jun, his life was like this—rigorous, fulfilling, yet cold and tasteless.
Later, when he was not only the Third Young Master Jun but also Jun Moyan, it was no longer like this...
Now, everything has returned to the way it was before, from people to things, everything has beco cold.
Xiaocha still handles the three als a day at Wu Garden, taking care of the villa’s cleanliness.
Qing Yi still manages all the trivial matters of the company and Wu Garden daily, supporting him by his side.
Bai Yi is still busy shipping goods every day, running around the world, flying everywhere, yet happily unaffected.
Hong Yi still cos and goes without a trace every day, doing what ordinary people can’t do, handling all sorts of shady affairs.
There’s an addition of Mu Han, and a loss of a drunkard—the scent of alcohol can no longer be slled in Wu Garden, and his drunken ravings can no longer be heard.
Jun Wuchen, Shangguan Yu, Bai Tang, and Ais have beco regular visitors here, but it has beco increasingly desolate, with no feeling of life at all.
Now Wu Garden is more deserted than ever before.
Sotis, you can’t even hear two sentences spoken in a day, let alone laughter and joy.
Everyone seems to have beco less talkative, especially not daring to speak much in front of him.
In the past, people dared to joke around with him, but now... every ti they see those eyes of his, they can’t even speak.
...
A car stopped in front of the villa; a small brown-black military dog jumped out of the car, panting, observing its surroundings.
The military dog was small in stature, looking only one or two years old, dressed in adorable cartoon attire, with a dark red collar around its neck.
A tall man followed out of the car, holding a bottle of wine in each hand.
"ADCal, follow,"
Shangguan Yu said to the little military dog, then entered the villa first.
The little military dog followed imdiately.
"Jun fellow?" As soon as Shangguan Yu entered the villa, he shouted out.
"Good day, Young Master Shangguan," Xiaocha imdiately ca out to greet upon hearing the voice.
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