He never dreams, from birth until now, his surroundings were marked by his parents’ marriage hitting the rocks, endless rivalries among his cousins, plots of intrigue, deceit and betrayal! Once he grew up a little, his goal was to take over the position of the Situ Family’s head from his father, to strive for expansion, and to glorify the Situ Family! After that, what he thought about was to take revenge on the Yu Family father and son, to ensure everyone who wronged them ended up in a miserable state!
He’s always learned to take one step at a ti, through sches and through tough asures, to achieve his goals! As for dreams—dreams, what are they even?
Not only does he not dream, he even mocks others with dreams, those who have pure hearts, as naive!
He’s the person who understands the coldness and cruelty of the capitalist world the best, but why—when he saw Jian Anning and Yu Zexiao share even a short kiss, with endless affection in their eyes, did his heart feel so—envious?
It’s like a shark in the depths of the sea, envying the dolphin that leaps out of the water, admired by people. He may disdain the weakness of the dolphin—yet inwardly, he strongly wishes to be recognized by others, doesn’t he?
However, for now, he skillfully conceals his emotions, raises his head, with that gentle and harmless gaze once again on his face: "That’s good. It’s much easier for to produce this album with Zexiao’s commitnt to music."
"William, Miss Nie, have you been waiting long?" As soon as Situ Xuan spoke, Jian Anning realized it, and imdiately smiled: "You’ve been working all morning, you must be tired, right? Co and rest, have so lunch."
Situ Xuan laughed: "Anning, I’ll have to taste your cooking later."
Over there, Nie Anni nodded calmly: "Thank you."
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Thus, four people sat down at the table—excluding Aunt Wang and the others, they gathered to eat. In the past, Yu Zexiao couldn’t even imagine wanting to eat with that sly fox, Situ Xuan!
But now, it seed that the few were sitting together, as though it didn’t feel out of place at all.
Most were born into good families and valued not speaking or sleeping while eating. Jian Anning had prepared a table of dishes—with Aunt Wang and a few others assisting alongside, of course. Nevertheless, the taste was quite good.
Stead fish, stir-fried at, hollow vegetables, and winter gourd pork rib soup.
Upon seating, she rely smiled: "I’ve made a few ho-style dishes, not sure if you’re accustod to them." She continued, "These dishes were harvested from the Yu Family’s exclusive farm, fresh and vibrant. The fish were caught from a dedicated pond, not fed with any fodder, please taste them."
Situ Xuan, Nie Anni, and even Jian Anning grew up in the West, rarely dining on Chinese cuisine, and didn’t have the habit of having dishes served. As for Yu Zexiao, he was extrely particular, if anyone helped to serve him food, he’d be upset!
But curiously, at this mont, he called out: "Honey, I want so fish."
Even though the fish was right in front of him, he called out, causing Jian Anning a bit of a headache, yet she nodded: "Okay."
And coincidentally, when Yu Zexiao spoke, Situ Xuan’s chopsticks were exactly on the belly of the fish and suddenly paused.
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