It was still early.

After saying hello, Jiang Yu went to a bookstore with a strong artistic vibe, telling Su Yehao to call her when he was leaving.

Su Yehao didn't rush her.

He simply accompanied the English teacher, Linda, whom he happened to bump into.

Jiang Yu bought a few books.

Before Su Yehao came looking for her, she was already engrossed in reading, her head lowered intently.

She was used to being neglected anyway.

At her age, she probably already understood that Su Yehao's stealing her first kiss back then was merely out of curiosity, not because he actually liked her or anything like that.

Although her father, who worked as a consultant for Su Sihai, often muttered at home about how great it would be if they could become related to the Su family, guaranteeing a life of carefree eating, drinking, and great wealth.

But Jiang Yu understood very well.

She simply couldn't control a playboy like Su Yehao; she couldn't keep him tied down with a rope all day.

They saw each other every day at school, but they didn't interact much privately.

Over time, that early flutter of emotion naturally faded, and now they were only half-friends.

When Su Yehao arrived at the bookstore and found Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu was sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the bookshelf, reading intently. The dim light illuminated her hair, making it look slightly yellow.

Her neck was slender.

Her features were soft, with a hint of shadow, a perfect beautiful girl.

Su Yehao couldn't help but sigh, thinking how lucky he was that there weren't any such outstanding girls in his high school class. Otherwise, he would have been thinking about them during class, and forgetting about getting into a 985 university, even getting into *any* university would have been a problem.

Linda Yun's sexiness and maturity, Nangong Tian's enthusiasm and exuberance, plus Jiang Yu's quiet gentleness – encountering so many girls one after another made his heart flutter a little.

He could probably understand why he used to be so unrestrained; sometimes, multiple-choice questions were quite a headache.

Without realizing it.

The phrase "Only children make choices" suddenly popped into Su Yehao's head...

After returning home that evening, he didn't see Old Su until bedtime.

Then he remembered that there was also a fourth concubine, tucked away in a golden cage outside, so it was normal for him not to come home at night.

Afraid that his old man would really go bankrupt and spend money on a high-priced takeover at this crucial time.

Su Yehao had been wanting to find an opportunity to chat with his father, but the next morning, after breakfast and on the way to school, he still didn't see Su's father.

In the past, he couldn't have been happier to avoid seeing him, but now, with profits of over a billion Hong Kong dollars at stake, the mere thought made him dizzy.

He fiddled with his big brother phone on the way to school.

It was only 1997, and Nokia's newly released 8110 series, although much smaller than previous mobile phones and with a novel slider design, still had an exposed antenna, similar in shape to the big brother phone.

A pure antique.

It had been charging in the study and Su Yehao had only discovered it last night.

The contacts included Zhugan, Baoya Jun, Nangong Tian, his parents, and so on, fifty or sixty contacts, most of whom he had no memory of.

There were also some girls' names noted as "Xiangxiang," "Azi," "Azhen," and so on, which always made Su Yehao feel that there was something not quite proper about it, but he had no evidence.

He was planning to wait until he had a firm foothold to invite them out one by one, which could be considered a rather rich and valuable resource.

At the same time.

On his way to work, Yang Zibo, riding his motorcycle, gritted his teeth and stuffed several envelopes into the mailbox, writing only "Kind Citizen" in the sender column.

And the recipients were all, without exception, newspapers and television stations...