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The sun was shining brightly, but it was not the right time to open for business. For years, she had managed this bar, operating only at night. Not only did it turn her days and nights upside down, but being in such a unique environment also forced her into some unsavory social circles and atmospheres.
She had grown tired of this line of work. After the last cruise trip, she had come to some realizations; it was time for a change in her career.
The bar had been tidied up inside and out, and the notice for subletting was already posted. She was ready to switch industries and find a new way to live.
Wen and Zhou Zishuo stood outside the bar, basking in the sunlight. Zhou Zishuo lit a cigarette and offered one to Wen. The handsome man and beautiful woman leaned against the bar's entrance, exhaling clouds of smoke.
Zhou Zishuo spoke up, "Sister, what business should we pursue next? How about you take a year off? I can earn money and support you and Sister."
Wen scoffed at him. "You think it's your place to consider that? You underestimate me. I just feel that running a bar isn't a long-term business. Besides, if Zhou Ting becomes a youth serving the people in the future, I can't still be running a bar."
Zhou Zishuo looked at Wen's profile. "So what do you want to do? Do you have any ideas?"
Wen tilted her head back to gaze at the blue sky, feeling nostalgic for the sunny weather she hadn't enjoyed in a while.
She turned to Zhou Zishuo and suggested, "How about opening a distillery? If we’re not running a bar anymore, we could sell liquor instead."
Zhou Zishuo chuckled. "Sure, it’s still related to bars."
He flicked away his cigarette butt and stepped on it with his foot. Checking the time on his phone, he reminded her, "We should get going; it's almost noon."
Wen walked toward the car parked by the roadside with an air of confidence. "Let’s go eat some home-cooked meals from Uncle and Auntie."
They had agreed to visit Zhou Zishuo and Zhou Ting's parents for lunch. It had been a while since Wen had sat down with the elderly couple, and she missed their cooking.
The drive took forty minutes. Wen and Zhou Zishuo carried bags upstairs. As soon as they entered the house, they could hear the lively sounds from the kitchen, with delicious aromas wafting through the living room.
Wen called out to the kitchen, "Uncle! Auntie! I'm back!"
Zhou quickly came out to greet them warmly. "Your aunt is cooking inside; you can rest on the sofa. The food will be ready soon!"
Wen acknowledged him as she headed toward the bathroom.
Zhou Zishuo brought his bags into the kitchen, followed by Zhou.
He helped his mother while Zhou Mu instinctively glanced toward the living room to confirm that Wen was indeed in the bathroom. Zhou Mu whispered, "Zhou Zishuo, have you talked to Wen about what you mentioned last time? If you want to marry her, does she feel the same way? Your father and I have discussed it; we’re willing to lend you money for a house and car under your names. If you can really bring Wen into our family, we would do anything!"
Zhou chimed in from beside them, "Wen is such a good girl! Your brother didn't have that luck; he passed away before even getting married. Wen has been so loyal and has helped our family so much; if you can marry her, we would be thrilled!"
Zhou Zishuo felt nervous. "You two need to lower your voices! This is just my one-sided wish! She doesn't even know yet! Besides, I can't talk to her about this right now; I don't know how to bring it up!"
Zhou Mu sighed. "True; feelings can't be forced. We can't just act without her knowing."
Zhou Zishuo steeled himself. "Don't worry; I'll figure it out myself. I want to give her a home."
On the other side, in a high-end residential area, three people—Ke Jie, Zhang Huizhi, and Ke Wei Qiang—stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the breathtaking view outside.
Zhang Huizhi sighed and expressed her discontent for Ke Jie. "Son, are you really going to rent such a place? And let Tong Le live here? Do you still have any money left?"
Ke Jie remained silent, while Ke Wei Qiang wandered around the house.
After two minutes, Ke Wei Qiang pointed to one of the bedrooms and gestured to Ke Jie. "That wall can be moved; it's hollow inside. We can break it down and rebuild it in three days without leaving any traces."
Ke Jie’s gaze deepened as he confirmed, "How long will it take this time?"
Ke Wei Qiang held up three fingers and replied, "Three months. She will fall seriously ill."
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