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In that moment, Hou Yi paused, a brief stillness as if he had just heard the mention of his parents. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him about his mother, let alone brought two boxes of fine wine for her.
Hou Yi's expression softened considerably. He thanked Aunt Wen and turned to taste the wine.
Wen Cuizhi said, "Go take a shower and rest for a bit. Dinner will be ready soon; I specifically asked the kitchen to prepare seafood."
Wen Cuizhi was warm and welcoming, treating him like her own child. It was rare for someone to help her soothe Wu Youyou's troubles, and now she found herself enjoying the company of young people more and more—sharing ice cream, watching boxing matches, and listening to their strange theories made her feel youthful again.
Hou Yi stood still while Tong Le stepped forward and whispered, "Why didn't you tell Aunt Wen that your parents are divorced?"
Hou Yi turned around, his smile bittersweet yet not unpleasant; it felt familiar. It was quite remarkable that despite the small size of the Zong family, the atmosphere at home was quite pleasant. When Aunt Wen mentioned his parents, he momentarily imagined they were still alive.
He glanced toward the front door and changed the subject. Those two boxes of wine must be worth at least several hundred thousand.
Tong Le noticed that when Hou Yi looked out the door, he deliberately avoided her gaze. Hou Yi's eyes lingered outside for quite some time; perhaps he didn’t want anyone to see the emotions swirling in his eyes, which is why he hurriedly shifted the topic.
Just that fleeting thought was enough to stir the sadness buried deep within Hou Yi.
Tong Le picked up on this and continued with his line of thought, "What if you're overthinking it? Those two boxes of wine could just be Tsingtao or Yanjing beer."
Hou Yi turned his head, looking at Tong Le with confusion in his eyes. "Can’t you just let it be?"
Meanwhile, in another car.
Zong Jin was driving while Zong Zeyu rested in the passenger seat. The two brothers were on their way home when Zong Jin inexplicably drove to Dao Wen's house.
As they approached the neighborhood, Zong Zeyu woke up from his nap and looked out at the road conditions with a puzzled expression. "Aren't we going home? Didn’t Mom just call and ask us to come back for dinner?"
Zong Jin snapped back to reality at that moment. He glanced at the road signs outside and then at his phone's navigation system, realizing they were heading in the wrong direction. He felt dumbfounded as if some mysterious force had led him here.
"Uh, well..." Zong Jin stammered awkwardly, pointing at the navigation system as if trying to shift the blame. "It's this navigation..."
Zong Zeyu reminded him, "The navigation already suggested a route; are you out of your mind?"
Zong Jin blinked awkwardly, feeling embarrassed. Perhaps he missed Dao Wen too much; he had completely tuned out the navigation’s incessant chatter and only wanted to rush into Dao Wen's house.
He immediately turned the car around, but Zong Zeyu pressed a button on the dashboard. "Alright, you can get out now. I’ll go home by myself; you can stay here and eat with Dao Wen."
Zong Jin was about to refuse when Zong Zeyu reached over and unbuckled his seatbelt forcefully. "Don't waste my time; my wife is waiting for me!"
Zong Jin obediently got out of the car, watching it drive away. He turned back to glance at the apartment building, nervously pulling out his phone as if it were a bomb that could blow him away.
Shaking, he dialed Dao Wen's number. When the call connected, there was silence on the other end. Zong Jin stammered, "I, I, I just..."
"Turn around," Dao Wen said impatiently.
Zong Jin turned around and saw Dao Wen coming down the stairs in workout clothes to buy groceries. Even in casual attire, Dao Wen was still charming.
Suddenly, Zong Jin felt his tension dissipate; seeing Dao Wen lifted his spirits. His mood brightened, and he couldn't help but smile. "I just passed by here and thought I’d give you a call."
Dao Wen walked a couple of steps closer to Zong Jin, tilting his head slightly. "Really? But just a minute ago, Zong Zeyu sent me a WeChat message saying you were being rebellious and went the wrong way according to the GPS, driving all the way to my building. Were you really just passing by?"
Zong Jin's ears turned red instantly.
Dao Wen tossed the shopping bag in his hand to Zong Jin with a look of disdain. "You really have no sense! Let’s go upstairs!"
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