At noon, Cheng Zhaorui felt his son had a lot of vitality.

In the evening, Cheng Zhaorui felt his son had very little vitality.

Ever since dinner, his son had been sitting in the garden.

Before he took a shower, his son was sitting there.

After his shower, his son was still sitting there.

Cheng Zhaorui couldn’t help but be curious. After blow-drying his hair, he ran to the garden to see what his son was doing.

Cheng Zhaorui poked his head out of the window, “What are you doing, just sitting here all the time?”

There was no reaction from Cheng Huanzhen.

He stared at the horizon gloomily, lost in thought.

Cheng Zhaorui waited for two seconds, then simply went out the main door and patted his son’s shoulder, “What are you doing?”

Only then did Cheng Huanzhen snap back to reality.

His attention quickly focused. He turned to look at his father and replied, “Good evening, Father. I am thinking.”

Cheng Zhaorui felt as if he had just heard a piece of nonsense, “Alright, you are thinking… Do not use formal language in spoken conversation! Also, don’t call me ‘Father,’ in spoken language, you should call me ‘Dad’!”

Cheng Huanzhen didn’t speak. He just looked at his father, remaining silent, his eyes asking what he wanted.

Cheng Zhaorui was a little chilled by his son’s attitude.

He wrapped his down jacket tighter and sat down on the stone chair next to him, asking, “Are you thinking about your Little Uncle?”

Cheng Huanzhen replied, “Yes.”

Cheng Zhaorui sighed, “It seems your relationship is better than I imagined… Come, tell me, what did the old man say this afternoon?”

Cheng Huanzhen skipped the useless retelling and the military pledge that his dad couldn’t help with, and went straight to the biggest problem he was currently facing.

He said, “Little Uncle believes the rumor and won’t answer my calls. I am considering whether I should make a trip to the old residence.”

Cheng Zhaorui took a moment to process this non-sequitur response.

Well, this is what it’s like to have a son who isn’t quite human.

Cheng Zhaorui went along with his son’s thoughts and asked, “What are you thinking?”

Cheng Huanzhen hesitated for a moment, then said, “I want to go to the old residence tomorrow. But I just made a military pledge to Grandfather. If I put aside company matters tomorrow and go to the old residence, I’m afraid Grandfather will be angry and go back on his word.”

Cheng Zhaorui: “Oh, then you better not make the old man angry.”

Cheng Huanzhen: “…”

Cheng Huanzhen silently turned his head away, feeling that he probably wouldn’t get any useful advice from his father.

But just as he looked away, his father suddenly spoke, “If you’re looking for a chance to meet with Yiming, I have a good idea.”

Cheng Huanzhen looked up in surprise.

He saw his father mysteriously lean close to his ear and whisper, “In two days, the Fang family is having a funeral. The old residence plans to send Yiming to attend. Although our family didn’t receive an extra invitation, if you want to go, just say a word to Fang Lian, and it’ll be easy, right?”

…The Fang family, a funeral?

Cheng Huanzhen frowned, thought, and then remembered.

He seemed to have heard these past few days that Teacher Chengyu, who was just recognized by the Fang family last year, had recently died of a sudden heart attack.

Teacher Chengyu.

He had met him.

At the Fang family’s young master’s birthday party.

…He passed away?

Cheng Huanzhen frowned slightly, feeling it was a bit of a pity.

But he didn’t dwell on it for too long.

The memory just bubbled up briefly in his consciousness and then naturally dissipated.

His attention quickly returned to the matter at hand.

He asked his father, “When and where is the funeral?”

Cheng Zhaorui: “Let me look… Oh, found it. I’ve sent it to you on GreenChat. Are you really going?”

Cheng Huanzhen answered concisely, “Yes.”

After receiving the time and location, Cheng Huanzhen thanked his father and returned to his room.

His anger had dissipated quite a bit over the afternoon with his usual calm. The feeling of his heart constricting and his throat tightening whenever he thought back on it was also well suppressed by him.

…This state is normal.

He thought.

As long as he clarifies the misunderstanding with Little Uncle next.

Coax him back.

Everything can return to normal.

—Yes, he must clarify the misunderstanding with Little Uncle.

Little Uncle was a passionate, bright person.

He could not be the bucket of water that extinguishes the flame, much less cover Little Uncle’s “wings” with dust.

Otherwise, he would feel uncomfortable.

It didn’t seem to be anger, nor rage.

It seemed to be… just dislike?

He didn’t know.

Today’s plan was broken again.

In today’s original plan, he was supposed to complete a very complex project planning work in the afternoon and evening. This work was not urgent, but it had been delayed by him for several days.

But unexpectedly, as soon as his father came home with the news, all the time and plans were disrupted.

Fortunately, he was now very used to his “plans being disrupted” and could calmly collect the discarded plans and then re-plan.

He didn’t know what Little Uncle was like when he was angry.

To be safe, he had to bring a gift.

Speaking of which, although Little Uncle had taken him to buy and choose so many things, he had never given Little Uncle a gift in return.

It was somewhat against etiquette.

No wonder Little Uncle would believe such a rumor.

What kind of gift would Little Uncle like?

Little Uncle might not like the gifts that Grandfather and his business partners liked.

…No, Little Uncle definitely wouldn’t like them.

The things Little Uncle liked were novel, rare, things you couldn’t find on the street.

As long as it was something new and interesting, regardless of its value, high or low, regardless of its function, strong or weak, Little Uncle would be interested in trying it.

What color did Little Uncle like?

Little Uncle liked all bright colors, but among them, his favorite seemed to be red. After all, red was the color Little Uncle wore most often these days.

The gift couldn’t be too big either.

It had to be brought to a funeral, so it was best if it could be quietly kept in a pocket.

Novel, red, small enough…

Cheng Huanzhen struggled to write down his ideas on paper.

This was the first time he was preparing a gift for Little Uncle.

This was also the first time he was preparing a gift for someone other than his grandfather and business partners.

Would Little Uncle accept his gift and apology?

…He didn’t know.

Little Uncle was unpredictable. Everything about him was full of the unpredictability of lacking a plan. Cheng Huanzhen had no confidence at all in guessing Little Uncle’s thoughts.

But he thought, someone like Little Uncle, who was so good at finding his preferences and choosing gifts for him, should be better than the average person at discerning the meaning contained in a gift.

With this thought in mind, the next day, Cheng Huanzhen prepared the gift and took some time to show his face at the company—he had dealt with his grandfather for so long, he naturally knew what kind of work status would satisfy him.

The third day, the Fang family’s funeral.

Cheng Huanzhen woke up early. After doing some work, he went to the mourning hall, and in the car, he once again organized his plan for the day.

Teacher Chengyu was very well-known at the neighboring B University.

As soon as the obituary was published, even someone like Cheng Huanzhen, who was completely uninterested in gossip and news, had heard about the huge shock at B University.

Therefore, as soon as Cheng Huanzhen arrived outside the venue, he saw many young people dressed as students outside the funeral home. They gathered in twos and threes, looking dejected. Some were even hugging their friends and sobbing quietly.

He could occasionally hear the name “Teacher Chengyu” being mentioned. It seemed this group of people were all B University students.

Cheng Huanzhen was not interested in other people.

Other people’s sorrow. Other people’s deaths.

None of this was important to him.

He walked calmly through the crowd, his eyes constantly scanning both sides.

Red. Bright colors. High ponytail.

He didn’t see him.

…No, wait, today is a memorial service.

Little Uncle couldn’t dress like that.

Cheng Huanzhen focused his eyes intently, carefully scanning every gap.

Little Uncle was not outside the venue.

Has he already gone in?

Cheng Huanzhen walked to the entrance of the mourning hall, handed over a white envelope, registered his name, and walked forward along the long black carpet.

Since today’s memorial service was divided into sessions, with the first session for those with invitations and the second session open to the public, teachers, and students, the crowd density was much lower upon entering the mourning hall.

But there were still quite a few people.

…Fang Chengyu seemed to be very popular.

Cheng Huanzhen suddenly thought.

…Little Uncle’s popularity should be very good too, right?

For some reason, Cheng Huanzhen frowned.

He seemed to have rarely seen Little Uncle playing with other friends.

When they went out together, Little Uncle rarely played with his phone, and even less frequently received calls or texts from others. The frequency was even lower than the frequency of him receiving work calls from his subordinates.

Strange.

But not important.

Perhaps Little Uncle just didn’t like chatting with friends on his phone?

Cheng Huanzhen quickly pushed this question to the back of his mind.

He walked inward along the black carpet, seriously searching for Little Uncle’s figure along the way.

He saw many acquaintances. He politely greeted them.

He searched for Little Uncle’s figure.

Some acquaintances came up to him and spoke to him in low voices. He responded politely.

He searched for Little Uncle’s figure.

Under the huge portrait, there was no coffin, only a small urn.

Beside the urn, the Fang family’s young master was surrounded by several people, crying very sadly. The Fang family’s eldest young master… no, wait, now he was the second young master, was clumsily trying to comfort him.

…He looks very sad.

Cheng Huanzhen received the information, drew a conclusion, and calmly looked away.

He continued to search for Little Uncle’s figure.

The sound of crying in the air gradually faded. It seemed the Fang family’s young master had finally stopped crying.

Cheng Huanzhen continued to search for Little Uncle’s figure.

Finally, the core part of the memorial service began.

Cheng Huanzhen could no longer walk around, and it was even impolite to casually turn his head to look around.

He could only try his best to strain his eyes, searching for Little Uncle as much as possible without making any obvious movements.

“…Today, with heavy hearts, we deeply mourn…”

Low sobs sounded from the front of the venue.

The search of the left front was complete. Little Uncle was not in his line of sight to the left front.

“…Although Chengyu has left us, his voice and smile…”

The crying from the front of the venue grew uncontrollably louder.

The search of the front was complete. Little Uncle was not in his line of sight to the front.

After the eulogy, the head of the Fang family came forward to express his deep condolences for the deceased and his gratitude to the guests…

Cheng Huanzhen’s eyes lit up, and he stared intently at a certain spot to his right front.

He had found Little Uncle!

Little Uncle was rarely dressed in black. His usually flamboyant high ponytail was also tied a bit lower today, around the middle of the back of his head.

Dressed in black, ponytail lowered.

Cheng Huanzhen felt, with some uncertainty, that Little Uncle’s spirits seemed to have lowered as well.

…Was it because he had been staying at the old residence these past two days? Had Little Uncle really been wronged at the old residence?

He didn’t know.

But in a little while, after the memorial service ended, he could…

A burst of devastated crying suddenly erupted from the front of the venue, followed by an abrupt stop to the crying and a small commotion.

“…What’s going on?”

“…It seems the Fang family’s kid fainted from crying…”

“…Hey, Li Yunhui has gone up, and that person…”

Soft, whispered exchanges could be heard.

“Excuse me, please let us through, let us through…”

A few of the closest relatives and friends of the Fang family hurried forward from all corners of the venue to the front row.

But Cheng Huanzhen paid them no mind.

He stared intently in Little Uncle’s direction, keeping a close watch on him, afraid that with the movement of the crowd, Little Uncle’s figure would disappear into the crowd again.

However, it was at the moment of this commotion.

Cheng Huanzhen saw that Little Uncle, who had been standing quietly in the crowd, had also subconsciously taken a large step forward.