"What did you say? An Mi?" Jiang Xie frowned at Fu Muzhong, as if he'd just heard the most peculiar thing. "You mean Bo Ye's woman?" Fu Muzhong lit a cigarette, a smirk playing on his lips as he held it between them. "The very one..." An Mi was no match for Tang Shi. That much was obvious to anyone. Back in the day, Tang Shi had been unrivaled in both beauty and talent. Family status, education, background—An Mi fell short in every conceivable category. The only advantage she seemed to possess was that face of hers, a mask of pure, wide-eyed innocence. But Tang Shi was too proud, always the high and mighty heiress, incapable of showing that kind of water-clear vulnerability. An Mi was different. She was achingly vulnerable, the kind of woman who stirred a man's possessive instinct. And that, perhaps, was the only battle An Mi had ever won against Tang Shi. Watching Tang Shi's retreating figure, Fu Muzhong slowly narrowed his eyes. ****** Tang Wei was on his absolute best behavior at home that day. He helped the servants tidy the living room and even polished a vase, which made them incredibly nervous. They hovered around him, calling out, "Young Master, Young Master," terrified of failing to attend to his every need. Tang Wei said, "You don't have to call me Young Master. I might not be staying in this house for long." Wang Ma’s face softened with affection. "What are you talking about, Young Master? Of course this is your home." "No," Tang Wei said, his voice firm. "This is not my home." *And it never has been.* When Cen Huiqiu returned from an outing with a few of her high-society friends, she saw Tang Wei standing by the door, neatly dressed. At first, she thought he was waiting for her, but as she drew closer, the hopeful expression on his face faded. He had thought it was Tang Shi coming to get him. He was wrong. *Mommy... when are you coming to take me home?* "Wei Wei, why are you standing out here?" A look of pleasant surprise on her face, Cen Huiqiu approached him. "Your father won't be home from work for a little while yet. Come on inside." Tang Wei pressed his lips together, offering no explanation as he followed Cen Huiqiu into the Bo residence. Inside, the servants were already praising him to her, remarking on how well-behaved he was—such a young child, not throwing any tantrums, and even helping with chores. He was just too good. But none of them knew it wasn't about being good. He was waiting. Waiting for Tang Shi to come and take him away. He couldn't stand this place for another second. When Bo Ye returned, Tang Wei was in the study watching cartoons. Cen Huiqiu immediately started fussing over him, but Bo Ye didn't say a word, asking simply, "Where is he?" He was referring to Tang Wei. Cen Huiqiu said, "Wei Wei has been very good today. He’s in the study watching cartoons right now. Don't be so difficult. He's your own son, after all..." *Look at that,* Bo Ye thought. *How long has it been, and this little brat has already won over everyone in the house?* *Good?* Bo Ye sneered inwardly. *Whenever that little punk is around me, he's got all his quills up.* He went up to the second-floor study and pushed the door open to see Tang Wei sitting inside. The boy heard the sound and instantly switched the screen. Bo Ye stepped forward and rested a hand on Tang Wei's shoulder. "What are you watching?" Tang Wei maximized the Ultraman window he had hidden. "Just watching Ultraman..." *Heh. Still just a kid, watching this mindless garbage,* Bo Ye thought with a frown. But when he looked at the boy's small face—so much like his own—the cold edge to his strikingly handsome features softened ever so slightly. He said to Tang Wei, "From now on, I'll be raising you. When I have time, I'll take you to get your name changed. You'll take my surname." Hearing this, Tang Wei looked up, his gaze calm as he met Bo Ye's. "Mr. Bo, have you filed the paperwork? To gain custody of me, you'll have to win a lawsuit against my mother."