The huge dining room suddenly fell into a moment of silence.

What’s interesting? Who’s interesting?

The eldest brother’s/eldest uncle’s son?

Haha, this… this is truly an interesting statement!

Cheng Huanzhen’s dinner was interrupted.

Too much attention and focus, because of his young uncle’s words, had converged on him.

A few faint laughs could be heard in the air. The sound was very light, like mice secretly crossing the street in broad daylight. They rustled harmlessly and slipped away right under everyone’s noses.

However, Cheng Huanzhen didn’t care about the laughter. He was just equally puzzled by his young uncle’s choice.

Interesting?

Me?

Cheng Huanzhen frowned slightly, not used to it. He astutely judged that if his young uncle really moved into his father’s house, it would seriously disrupt his life’s rhythm.

…Perhaps he should clarify to his young uncle that he was not “interesting” to dispel his idea?

However, before he could make a judgment, his grandfather’s attention, along with his young uncle’s, fell on him.

His grandfather’s voice was a little surprised, a little dissatisfied. “Of all people, you had to pick Zhen’er. Zhen’er just started his winter break today. It’s a busy time for him.”

The young uncle didn’t think this was a problem at all. He said to his grandfather with a smile, “No matter how busy he is, he still needs to balance work and rest. It’s not like my big nephew has no rest time at all.”

Old Master Cheng sighed helplessly, as if he had no way to deal with this “presumptuous” son of his.

He nodded his head, waved his hand, and with a “have it your way,” the matter was settled.

He sternly instructed the owner of the house, Cheng Zhaorui, “Take good care of your younger brother. Don’t let me hear any complaints from Yiming.”

Cheng Zhaorui lowered his head and replied, “Yes, yes, yes.”

Old Master Cheng then instructed the second resident, Cheng Huanzhen, “Show your young uncle around the capital city properly. Don’t fall behind on your project work. If you need any resource allocation, just tell me directly, and report the project status to me regularly.”

The slight feeling of being unaccustomed that had just arisen in Cheng Huanzhen dissipated under his grandfather’s instructions.

He quickly added a task in his mind to “add a task to the planning software to ‘find time to show young uncle around the capital city'” before calmly replying, “Yes, Grandfather.”

The main purpose of the gathering had been achieved. After dinner, everyone quickly dispersed.

After choosing his nephew, Cheng Yiming happily decided to go home in the same car as him.

Cheng Huanzhen didn’t care about this and didn’t refuse.

He got into the car with his young uncle, let his young uncle sit in the back right seat, and he sat in the back left. After the door was closed, he habitually picked up his tablet.

However, just as he opened the planning software, an arm rested on his shoulder.

The blindingly bright red clothes once again approached him without warning. The warmth of a living person was tangibly transmitted to him through the crowded air, and the rich fragrance of tuberose perfume enveloped him completely.

His young uncle’s head came between him and the tablet, the base of his high ponytail touching his cheek.

Along with it came his young uncle’s young voice, full of interest and curiosity. “Big nephew, making a plan? Are these the remaining to-do items for this week? It looks pretty relaxed. Why don’t we go for a walk somewhere tomorrow morning? I know there are a lot of interesting places in the capital city!”

Cheng Huanzhen was not used to such closeness and enthusiasm.

He tilted his head to the left to avoid his young uncle’s ponytail. Feeling it wasn’t enough, he moved a little to the left.

He calmly replied, “No, young uncle, these are my to-do items for tonight. Tomorrow’s to-do list has a total of 31 items, so there’s basically no time. How about this, young uncle, I’ll pick a few people of your age from the company for you. I’ll give them a day off tomorrow and have them go out and play with you…”

But as soon as he moved, his young uncle tilted his head in confusion and looked at him. The ponytail moved with him, lightly and gracefully sweeping across his neck with a “swish.”

Puzzled by his distance, the young uncle also shifted his bottom and moved closer to him again.

His young uncle’s voice chased after him. “Your employees? No way! You can’t be so perfunctory with me, or I’ll tattle on you to Dad!”

“Didn’t you just start your winter break? You should be relaxing and playing for a few days. Why are you in such a hurry to work?”

“Just push everything back. Let’s go out for a walk tomorrow morning first! Where do you like to go most in the capital city? Give me some recommendations.”

Cheng Huanzhen moved again. “I don’t have any particularly favorite places…”

The young uncle moved again. Cheng Huanzhen moved again. The young uncle moved again.

Cheng Huanzhen again…

Cheng Huanzhen was pressed against the car door.

The cramped space soon made it impossible for anyone to move. It also made one’s mood as tangled as a ball of yarn, not so pleasant.

Cheng Huanzhen could not care about how much space he had. But he couldn’t quite tolerate not even having a place to sit!

Cheng Huanzhen finally couldn’t bear it anymore. He raised his hand and pressed it on his young uncle’s shoulder, forcing out each word, “Young uncle, I have no more space here. Please move over there!”

He tried his best to maintain a calm and polite tone.

But the double squeeze, both physical and psychological, was really unbearable. His bad mood colored his words, dyeing his entire sentence with displeasure.

The young man in red blinked. He suddenly burst out laughing, and a cheerful smile spilled from his eyes.

He laughed even more happily. “So you feel crowded too? If you feel crowded, you should have said so earlier. I thought you had no sense of space at all!”

The young uncle generously moved back, and a small breeze rose in the car.

The rich fragrance of the perfume quickly pulled away from the tip of his nose with this breeze, but it still left a faint, lingering scent.

The feeling of being squeezed disappeared instantly, both physically and mentally. Cheng Huanzhen’s tense mood relaxed along with it.

A comforting sense of calm returned to his chest, about to immerse his entire being.

However, the even more cheerful laughter from the adjacent seat attracted his attention before the sense of calm could.

He couldn’t help but look at Cheng Yiming.

For some reason, his young uncle was laughing so hard his whole body was shaking. His high ponytail kept trembling amidst his laughter.

His young uncle clutched his stomach and said to him, “Big nephew, has anyone ever told you that you look like a robot?”

“And even the kind of robot that has been programmed with the ‘do not attack humans’ code. When people come, you hide. When people push, you yield. Until there’s nowhere left to yield, and a protest sign is raised above your head… I was wondering why it seemed so familiar. Isn’t this just like the robot I saw in the hotel the other day?”

Cheng Huanzhen stared at Cheng Yiming. “…”

Cheng Yiming stopped laughing, his elbow lazily resting on the back of the seat, the smile in his handsome eyes not yet faded.

He asked Cheng Huanzhen, “Hey, with a personality like yours, how do you lead your subordinates? Do they listen to you?”

Cheng Huanzhen: “…”

Cheng Huanzhen said expressionlessly, “You are my young uncle.”

Cheng Yiming asked curiously, “Oh?”

Cheng Huanzhen replied coldly, “If it were a subordinate, I would have kicked them out of the car the first time they got close, to maintain the dignity required of a superior.”

Cheng Yiming said, “Oh—” and slowly blinked twice. Suddenly, he moved his head close to Cheng Huanzhen’s side again.

Cheng Yiming: “So you mean, you’re not angry because I’m your young uncle? Or are you actually angry? After all, you haven’t smiled since just now—”

Cheng Huanzhen was startled and was forced to retreat half a body’s length, making space for the flamboyant red.

But even though he yielded, Cheng Huanzhen felt a rare sense of annoyance at Cheng Yiming’s repeated, sudden closeness.

Cheng Huanzhen: “Young uncle! Don’t suddenly…”

Just then, the car stopped.

Someone knocked on the car window. The driver lowered the window.

Cheng Zhaorui peeked in from outside the car. “Yiming, come out and pick a car you like. It’s for you to use during this time.”

Cheng Yiming’s attention was immediately drawn to Cheng Zhaorui.

The distance that had just been closed was pulled far again. All the seemingly offensive curiosity and closeness, and the rich fragrance, all swept away at this moment.

Cheng Yiming replied with a smile, “Okay, big brother, I’m coming!”

The young uncle swiftly got out of the car.

The car was instantly empty, becoming as spacious and comfortable as usual.

If it weren’t for the fact that Cheng Huanzhen’s position was now several fists’ distance away from where he usually sat, there would be no trace of his young uncle ever having been in the car.

The rare anger that had risen was left hanging in mid-air.

No outlet, nowhere to place it.

Cheng Huanzhen sat quietly in the car for half a minute, expressionless. He shifted his position, returning to his usual seat, and tried to force his emotions back to calm.

He knew it. If he let his young uncle live at home, his life’s rhythm would definitely be thrown into a mess!

Look at how long his tablet had been lit up on the planning software page on this trip, yet he hadn’t had a chance to go through any of the plans at all!

Cheng Huanzhen tried hard to suppress his displeasure. Following his habit, he sat in the car and continued to go through his plans until he was finished. Only then did he open the car door with a straight face and go home.

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After Cheng Zhaorui led Cheng Yiming into the garage, he dismissed the butler.

He quietly pulled Lin Chen aside and asked, “How’s my son? Is he difficult to transform? Why did he look so unhappy just now? You can even coax the Old Master into being happy. Don’t tell me you can’t even handle my son?”

When Cheng Zhaorui recalled the Old Master’s knotted brows when he first met “Cheng Yiming,” he couldn’t help but feel immense admiration for Lin Chen.

The Old Master’s temper was “gunpowder” that no one in the entire Cheng family dared to touch. But what about Lin Chen? He had endured the Old Master’s initial displeasure, and had pulled him into the room to play chess for a whole afternoon. Cheng Zhaorui didn’t know how Lin Chen played chess, but anyway, when the two of them came out of the chess room, the Old Master had already been coaxed into the state everyone saw at dinner.

Someone who could even handle Old Master Cheng, could actually provoke someone who had “no temper”?

Cheng Zhaorui was very skeptical about this.

Sure enough, Lin Chen glanced at him and said with a smile, “A living person should have joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Look at your son’s angry face. Isn’t it much more interesting than at dinner?”

Cheng Zhaorui thought about it seriously and felt that Lin Chen made a lot of sense.

Cheng Zhaorui: “The seven emotions give rise to the six desires, and the six desires grow the seven emotions. Good!”

Lin Chen chose a red Maserati. After getting the car keys and trying it out for a couple of rounds, he felt it was good and decided on it.

Before turning to leave, he commented on Cheng Zhaorui’s statement, “What kind of historical drama line is that? Don’t just memorize things blindly.”

Just then, his phone vibrated.

Lin Chen took out his phone and saw a message from Fang Lian.

Older Brother Fang: [After you left, Little Ji has been locking himself in his room every day. He won’t open the door, won’t eat, won’t talk, and won’t work. It’s been two days. What should I do, big brother!]

Lin Chen changed his course, sat back in the Maserati, and said to Cheng Zhaorui, “I need to work here for about half an hour. When you go back, just say I’m test-driving the car in the garage.”