Night Wing left early the next morning.
Lin Lin knocked on his door but received no answer, realizing the man had truly left.
She pushed the door open, and the sea breeze blew in through the still-open pastoral windows, gently swaying the cream-colored velvet curtains.
Looking at the clean and tidy room, Lin Lin murmured, "Little Mr. Ye, you must be well."
This was her most sincere wish.
At this moment, on a flight to Feiyang Capital.
Night Wing had left Misty Star Island in the early morning, first flying to Helsinki, and then from Helsinki to the Capital.
He was very drowsy at this moment.
He covered his face with a magazine after getting on the plane and closed his eyes for a nap.
It wasn't until the flight attendant leaned over and said softly, "Sir, please wake up. We have arrived at our destination."
Night Wing moved his eyelids, took down the magazine, and sat up lazily, "Thank you."
After getting off the plane and walking to the exit, Night Wing found Ye San, who had been waiting for a long time, and got into the car.
Ye San turned the car around and asked, "What did the doctor say? Did you find a cure this time?"
Night Wing opened the car window, watched the scenery outside recede, and yawned, "He didn't say."
Ye San frowned, "I wonder when the doctor will find a solution."
"What's there to be afraid of? I'm not going to die anytime soon."
The more serious Ye San was, the more indifferent Night Wing became.
Ye San's frown deepened, "Your mother wouldn't want to see you like this."
"Really?"
"Of course, she loves you."
"No, she loves money. Otherwise, why would she have given birth to me?" He found a bottle of mango yogurt he had casually placed in the car's storage compartment, tore open the seal, and tilted his head, drinking it in one gulp.
Then he savored, "It's not bad."
Ye San said in a deep voice, "Do these two things conflict? She loves money and she loves you."
Night Wing chuckled, "If she truly loved me, she wouldn't have ignored me after going abroad, spending money all day."
The scenery outside flashed by, and Night Wing's gaze was distant, his tone both indifferent and cold, "If she loved me, she wouldn't have let me be bullied at school."
Ye San was silent for a moment.
He had always known that Night Wing was not happy.
He had known since he was young that he was an illegitimate child.
Sometimes, being too precocious wasn't a good thing.
He sighed imperceptibly, then said rationally, "Her only dying wish was for me to take care of you. You were what she worried about the most."
Speaking of which, Night Wing turned his head and said, "Speaking of which, Ye San, I'm really curious. How could you be willing to stay?"
He and Ye San were never in a superior-subordinate relationship.
But miraculously, Ye San had helped him a lot.
And he had always stayed by his side.
Night Wing rubbed the rim of the yogurt bottle, his eyes flickering with a smile, "Were you my mother's secret admirer? You two have quite an age gap."
Even though Ye San was used to his frivolousness, he still took a deep breath, "The deceased should be respected. Don't mention your mother."
He made a gesture, very accommodating, "Okay, then we won't talk about it."
"Your mother and I..." he paused, then stated, "She helped me. When I was desperate at the Las Vegas casino, I borrowed five million from her. So, I promised her that if she ever needed me, I would do my best."
He could guess that Night Mother was desperate before her death, which is why she found Ye San.
"I didn't realize you gambled," a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
"It wasn't because of gambling," he said in a deep voice, his tone filled with complex emotions, "it was for my sister. I was part of an organization abroad, earning my living by risking my life. I only had one sister who depended on me. She was frail and chronically ill since childhood, and the organization refused to let me go, withholding my commission.
"I was willing to risk my life for the organization, but I couldn't accept them abandoning my sister. So, I took on the organization alone.
"With the remaining hundred thousand in my pocket, I went to the Las Vegas casino to try my luck," he chuckled self-mockingly, "A hundred thousand wasn't much, and even heaven wasn't on my side. In one go, I lost it all.
"I was helpless. Your mother saw me and proactively offered to lend me five million, which is when I promised her that I would help her at all costs if she ever needed me."
Night Wing had never known about Ye San's past.
He didn't mention it, and he didn't have a habit of prying into others' pasts.
He had only said it casually just now, and he hadn't expected Ye San to explain it to him.
He was stunned for two seconds, and his smile stopped, "What about your sister?"
"She died. I couldn't save her." His voice was calm; he had let go of it over the years.
There was nothing wrong with following Night Wing. Wasn't this the life his sister wanted him to have after leaving the organization? He had achieved it.
Seeing him quiet down, Ye San glanced at Night Wing, "So, you need to live well."
"What? Afraid I'll leave you behind?"
He couldn't be serious for more than three seconds, and a roguish smile reappeared on his lips.
"Something like that." He didn't deny it.
After so many years, Night Wing was the only one by his side.
Night Wing's heart stirred slightly, and he snorted, "Alright, for your sake, I'll actively seek treatment."
Ye San: "Let's talk business. 'Nine Glazed Lapis' has contacted Jingzhou. His agent said they will reply later. But as far as I know, Luo's company is also contacting Jingzhou."
"Interesting. Are they trying to snatch someone from me?"
Ye San was unsure, "We haven't announced that the female lead of this drama is Jiang Mian yet. Why would Luo's company fight with us?"
Night Wing sneered, "Don't try to understand the thoughts of lunatics."
"Shall I take you back to the company or home?"
"Take me home. I need to adjust to the time difference."
Upon returning home, Night Wing immediately opened the refrigerator, "Why didn't you restock for me? There are no snacks left."
He slumped onto the sofa and hugged a large white goose, looking dejected.
Ye San rubbed his nose, "I've been busy lately and forgot."
When Night Wing was away, he managed his affairs. He wasn't that idle.
He took out his phone and tapped a few times, then quickly said, "I've ordered some for you. They'll be here soon."
Night Wing nodded, "If you're busy, you can go back. You don't need to stay with me."
"Call me if anything comes up," he instructed and left the villa.
After receiving the same-day express delivery, Night Wing restocked the refrigerator and then left home.
He picked out a flashy purple sports car from the garage and drove straight to an entertainment club.
Chang'an Entertainment Club.
As soon as Night Wing arrived, a doorman approached.
He opened the car door, got out, and tossed the car keys to him, "It's yours."
Then, he strode into the club.
The doorman at the entrance bowed at a standard ninety-degree angle, "Mr. Ye."
He gave a lazy hum from his nose, "Is my private room ready?"
"Of course, it is. Mr. Ye's exclusive room has been reserved just for you."
The doorman, wearing a golden uniform vest, smiled at the words and then spoke into his remote control.
Soon, a waiter wearing the same uniform came out.
He bowed slightly, extended his right hand, and said respectfully and politely, "Mr. Ye, please."
Along the long corridor, Chinese wall hangings were displayed on both sides, exuding a sense of grandeur and elegance.
The Persian velvet carpet with dark patterns stretched as far as the eye could see.
The light shone on the carpet, inexplicably creating a sense of dizziness.
Night Wing looked straight ahead. When he reached the elevator, he said, "You can go down. I'll go by myself."
"Yes, Mr. Ye."
Night Wing went directly to the fifth floor.
The fifth floor was a place for leisure and conversation.
Underneath the huge crystal chandelier, the floor shimmered.
In a booth, Jing Yiyi, dressed in a business suit with her hair neatly tied up and wearing charming makeup, smiled slightly, "I've already had so many drinks with you two today. Shouldn't we sign the contract now?"
"No rush, no rush. It's just the beginning. I didn't expect Yiyi to be so capable! It's a waste for you to be just an assistant to CEO Jing."
"CEO Jing is so lucky to have such a beautiful daughter! Is Yiyi single now? Let me see if my useless son has a chance?"
She suppressed her nausea and replied, "Single."
"Single is good," the man said with a smile, "My son also grew up abroad. Not only is he handsome, but he's also steady and meticulous in his work. I don't know if he has this good fortune."
His naked appraisal made Jing Yiyi feel sick.
"It's fate, it's hard to say." She didn't make a definitive statement.
As expected, the man smiled even more happily upon hearing this, "Good! Good, I'll give you his contact information later, and you can try. What if? Let's not talk about anything else for now. Let's have another drink."
Saying that, he poured Jing Yiyi a full glass of wine.
Jing Yiyi grabbed the wine glass and drank it down without hesitation, then showed them the empty glass, "I've finished it. When can we talk about business?"
A blush appeared on her beautiful face, making her look incredibly charming under the lights.
Mr. Li led the applause, "Good! Beautiful!"
"It's still early, Yiyi. Let's talk about something else."
"You people are so much older than Yiyi. Don't bully the young girl."
"How can this be considered bullying?"
The babbling voices echoed in her ears, and Jing Yiyi swayed.
She seemed to see someone who shouldn't be here.
Jing Yiyi steadied herself.
A few steps away, Night Wing's cold gaze fell upon her.
Jing Yiyi couldn't help but bite her lower lip, even suspecting she was hallucinating.
How could he possibly be here?
While secretly delighted, she felt a hint of embarrassment, wondering how much he had seen.
As she was lost in thought, she saw Night Wing start to walk forward again.
Jing Yiyi's heart tightened, and she interrupted them, "Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom."
With that, she left her seat and followed the man.
Her high heels made a crisp sound as Jing Yiyi caught up with him, "Night Wing!"
The man didn't stop.
Jing Yiyi gritted her teeth and quickly caught up, blocking his path.
"It really is you."
Night Wing raised an eyebrow, "Is it strange?"
"Why are you here?"
"Aren't you here too?"
"I..." Jing Yiyi was speechless, then said, "Of course, I have business here."
"Is your business entertaining and drinking?" A hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes.
"You..." Her stomach churned, and she swallowed back what Jing Yiyi wanted to say.
She covered her mouth and ran towards the restroom.
In front of the mirror, the woman held onto the sink and vomited with abandon.
Just after vomiting, before she could even rinse her mouth, Jing Yiyi turned around anxiously, until she saw that familiar figure.
Night Wing was leaning against the wall behind her, his expression unreadable, "Why bother?"
Jing Yiyi tidied her hair in front of him.
After rinsing her mouth and wiping her lips with a tissue, she said, "My dad said that if I can close this contract, he'll let me be involved in the company's core business."
She had initially been too optimistic.
She thought that once she joined the company, everything would be fine.
She didn't expect so many hardships awaited her.
After a long time, she had lost some of her past willfulness and freedom, and gained more composure and forbearance.
She had also become unlike herself.
Night Wing clicked his tongue and sneered, "Is this how you negotiate contracts? What's the difference between this and selling yourself?"
"The former Miss Jing wasn't like this. Where did that proud spirit go? It's all gone now?"
"Not good, young lady."