The cheerful tone exploded in the air.

Cheng Huanzhen, who had just been immersed in his work and clearing his remaining seven to-do items, suddenly felt as if his head had been kicked, and he was yanked out of his state of concentration.

Cheng Huanzhen: “…?”

Cheng Huanzhen took a moment to clear his head, looking expressionlessly toward the door.

Outside the bedroom, the sound of light footsteps bounced crisply down the hallway.

Without even looking, Cheng Huanzhen could imagine the red clothes fluttering in the air.

It was Little Uncle.

Little Uncle was back.

Cheng Huanzhen’s emotions had already been suppressed back to a state of calm.

But as soon as he heard his Little Uncle’s noisy words and footsteps, an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

Surely Little Uncle wouldn’t be as… clingy at home as he was in the car?

Speak of the devil.

The next moment, the light footsteps landed heavily at his door—it was a jump, a “thump,” as if loudly announcing his arrival to the person inside.

Little Uncle’s voice asked someone to the side, “Is this the room?”

Cheng Huanzhen vaguely heard the butler’s voice: “Yes, Young Master Yiming. This is Young Master Huanzhen’s bedroom.”

Before the butler had even finished his reply, the door was being knocked on loudly.

Cheng Yiming called out excitedly from the doorway, “Big Nephew, you’re not asleep yet, are you? I’m back from picking my car, it’s a red Latimasha! I’ll personally take you for a drive tomorrow morning—”

The pounding on the door was like a hammer constantly striking his brain. With each knock, Cheng Huanzhen’s grip on his pen tightened.

Cheng Huanzhen was confused, bewildered.

Why did picking a car mean he had to be taken for a drive?

Why did picking a car mean his door had to be knocked on?

In the car just now, it was one thing for them to talk while sitting in the same space.

But now, in such a large house, and with Little Uncle having no work arrangements that required his cooperation, why did he absolutely have to come looking for him?

Cheng Huanzhen could not understand.

If he didn’t open the door, Little Uncle just kept knocking.

The knocking even got louder and faster.

Cheng Huanzhen had no choice but to put down what he was doing and get up to open the door with a blank expression.

The moment the door opened, a rich fragrance of perfume, along with a striking red figure, rushed toward his nose.

The bright red corner of the garment fluttered past him into the room. The scent of tuberose mixed with a subtle spiciness wafted into his nose—it was the smell of pink pepper.

Little Uncle had barged into his room.

His light steps circled behind him. “Your room has so little stuff. How come there’s nothing but a desk, a bed, and a wardrobe? Huh, Big Nephew, were you working just now?”

Cheng Huanzhen turned his head to see that his Little Uncle had indeed made his way to his desk.

Cheng Huanzhen answered calmly, “Yes, I still have six items to complete tonight.”

So I don’t have time to chat. If you have something to say, say it quickly.

He thought.

But Little Uncle didn’t grasp his implied meaning at all.

Little Uncle curiously bent over to look at the documents on the desk for a moment, then turned his head away with a look of disinterest. “So busy. Do you have to do all this yourself?”

Just as Cheng Huanzhen was about to answer, he saw that Little Uncle wasn’t waiting for a reply at all and had turned to run excitedly to the wardrobe.

Cheng Yiming: “There’s a wardrobe in the bedroom? Big Nephew, can I take a look? I didn’t bring many things with me when I returned to the country this time. Right now, my wardrobe only has my ten favorite outfits, which is not nearly enough. Let me see your wardrobe, do you have any nice clothes—”

Cheng Yiming’s words were a question, but his actions showed no intention of asking.

He hadn’t even finished speaking, and Cheng Huanzhen hadn’t even had a chance to reply, when the wardrobe creaked open.

Cheng Huanzhen: “Wait…!”

Cheng Yiming: “Hiss—”

Cheng Yiming’s eyes widened as he took a sharp, heavy breath.

He looked at the wardrobe in shock. “You… why is your wardrobe filled with identical suits and trousers?”

Cheng Huanzhen: “…They are different styles.”

Cheng Yiming took out two suits from the wardrobe, looking at them from left to right. “How are they different? Look at this one, and then look at this one. They’re clearly the same!”

Little Uncle’s nose wrinkled along with his brow, clearly very dissatisfied with the state of his wardrobe.

Little Uncle asked, “Besides formal wear, don’t you have any other casual clothes? …A white shirt with jeans? That’s it? You…”

Little Uncle was utterly dismayed. “With such lazy clothing choices, is there any joy left in your life? Tomorrow morning, I’m going to book consulting teams from seven fashion brands to come to the house for fittings. Perfect, you can try them on too.”

Cheng Yiming immediately called for the butler and gave him a string of requests, asking him to contact the consulting teams of various fashion brands… Cheng Huanzhen had no time to stop any of this from happening!

He was blankly pulled by Cheng Yiming to the walk-in closet to be measured and posed, not understanding why things had developed this way.

Little Uncle had just finished picking a car and came to tell him. How did the topic turn to clothes, and even involve pulling him into the closet, taking pictures of him, and contacting major fashion brand consultants?

…He still had six items to finish tonight!

His plans in the car had already been disrupted, and now Little Uncle wanted to mess up his evening plans too?

This was not acceptable!

Cheng Huanzhen couldn’t bear it anymore. He immediately pressed down on his Little Uncle’s wrist, stopping his attempt to take off his own red jacket and put it on him to try.

Cheng Huanzhen tried his best to say calmly, “Little Uncle, tonight I still have…”

Cheng Yiming had just seen his desk, and this reminder made him remember.

Cheng Yiming: “Oh! You still have six things to do, right? Then hurry up and get busy. I’ll have you try on clothes after you’re done.”

Cheng Yiming was very easygoing, magnanimously pushing him back into the bedroom on the spot.

When Cheng Huanzhen returned to his room, he was still a bit dazed and uncertain.

Was Little Uncle this easy to talk to?

But in the car earlier, he had clearly been relentless…

Cheng Huanzhen was confused. Cheng Huanzhen thought for three seconds, came up with nothing. Cheng Huanzhen gave up being confused.

Cheng Huanzhen mentally expressed a small apology for his misjudgment of his Little Uncle just now.

He sat back down at his desk, intending to continue with his work.

However, less than five minutes later, the voice outside the door sounded again.

“Big Nephew, the kitchen made a late-night snack. There’s a super delicious strawberry dessert. Do you want to try some? I’ve brought it for you, open the door!”

Cheng Huanzhen: “…”

Cheng Huanzhen tried hard to control his emotions, opened the door, thanked his Little Uncle, and listened as his Little Uncle pulled him into a conversation for another three to five minutes about who knows what, watched as his Little Uncle loudly called “Big Brother” to get his dad to come eat with them, and then spoke up once again, “Little Uncle, tonight I…”

Cheng Yiming immediately nodded. “Oh, oh, oh, you still have work to finish tonight, I know. You go get busy. I’ll come find you when you’re done!”

Little Uncle quickly pulled Cheng Zhaorui and left the room.

Cheng Huanzhen took a deep breath, calmed himself, and sat back down at his desk to continue completing his to-do list.

But he had only been focused on his work for ten minutes.

Outside the door, his Little Uncle’s energetic voice sounded once more: “Big Nephew, my room is all set up. Do you want to come and see it?”

Cheng Huanzhen… Cheng Huanzhen gripped his pen tightly. Cheng Huanzhen tried his best to endure!

“Bang, bang, bang!” “Bang, bang, bang!”…

Cheng Huanzhen opened the door with a blank expression.

Little Uncle’s eyes crinkled with a smile as he grabbed his arm and pulled him into the bedroom next door. Little Uncle chattered on about random topics, and another three to five minutes passed.

Cheng Huanzhen, exhausted, tried to calmly remind him, “Little Uncle, I…”

Little Uncle slapped his forehead, remembering his busy schedule, and stuffed him back into his room.

However.

A fourth time, a fifth time…

Cheng Huanzhen could finally bear it no longer!

Cheng Huanzhen slammed his pen heavily on the desk.

A strange and rare feeling of annoyance created a lump of air caught high in his throat, unable to be swallowed or coughed up, just stuck there.

He made a decision.

If Little Uncle disturbed him again, he would immediately go and complain to his grandfather, telling his grandfather that Little Uncle was seriously affecting his planned work, and that his grandfather should take Little Uncle back to the old residence!

Having made the decision, Cheng Huanzhen felt much lighter.

He sat back at his desk with a blank expression and began to wait for his Little Uncle’s next interruption.

The feeling of being suddenly kicked out of a state of concentration was truly unpleasant, so Cheng Huanzhen chose to handle some simple tasks that didn’t require too much focus first.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes passed…

Huh? Why hasn’t Little Uncle come yet?

The simple tasks were completed.

Little Uncle still hadn’t come!

Cheng Huanzhen’s brow furrowed tightly. He looked at the remaining items on his to-do list, unsure for a moment whether he should start the next task.

If he started it and got deeply focused, and then Little Uncle suddenly came knocking on his door, wouldn’t all the time he spent on guard have been wasted?

After hesitating for a moment, Cheng Huanzhen stood up and walked to the bedroom door.

He opened the door and peeked out. The door to the next room was tightly closed, and he couldn’t see his Little Uncle anywhere in sight.

The butler happened to be coming upstairs at that moment.

He was surprised to see Cheng Huanzhen open the door and show his face, and asked with confusion, “Young Master, do you need me to get you something?”

The young master just shook his head and asked seriously, “Where is Little Uncle?”

The butler was surprised, then smiled. “Oh, Young Master Yiming? He’s taking a bath right now. He said he plans to go to bed soon.”

He had been with the young master for a year and had never seen him become close with any peers. This was not only a source of distress for Mr. Cheng, but also a great headache for him.

But he hadn’t expected Young Master Yiming, who was staying with them, to be so extroverted and enthusiastic. In just one evening, he had already befriended Young Master Huanzhen. It looked like they were getting along very well. He was truly worthy of being the child rumored to be so liked by Old Master Cheng!

The butler kindly offered, “Young Master Yiming should be out soon. If you’re looking for him, I can go and let him know right now…”

Cheng Huanzhen’s expression changed slightly. “No need!”

He immediately refused the butler’s kind offer, returned to his room, and sat down at his desk.

This time, he should finally be able to handle the rest of his work in peace.

But after working for a while, Cheng Huanzhen suddenly stopped again, staring into space for a long time with a serious and troubled expression.

He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t get into it.

It was a bit annoying.

Little Uncle had randomly disturbed him so many times… and then just went to wash up and sleep without a word?

Then what was the point of him waiting for so long just now?

A stuffy feeling was caught in Cheng Huanzhen’s chest, making him so frustrated that for a moment he wanted to push the remaining two tasks to tomorrow.

In order to accommodate his Little Uncle’s outing plans, he had already tried hard to reduce tomorrow’s plan to 17 items.

Thinking of this, Cheng Huanzhen suddenly remembered the various “plans” his Little Uncle had mentioned today.

In the car, Little Uncle said he would have him take him on a tour of the capital tomorrow.

Before barging into his room, Little Uncle said he would take him for a drive tomorrow morning.

After barging into his bedroom, Little Uncle said he planned to pick out clothes tomorrow morning.

Cheng Huanzhen: …

Wait, something’s not right.

According to Little Uncle’s plans, what exactly was he planning to do tomorrow?

Was there enough time tomorrow morning for him to do so many things?

Would Little Uncle’s arrangements affect his work schedule?

As he thought, Cheng Huanzhen suddenly thought of another suspicious point.

Little Uncle had just turned eighteen and had just returned to the country. Did he have a domestic driver’s license?

If Little Uncle didn’t have a driver’s license yet, then what was he talking about, taking him for a drive…

…Huh?