In Beijing, as March arrives, the temperature rises, but the lingering cold remains fierce.

The willow branches are not yet fully unfurled; their soft tips sway in the wind, the water warms, and the waves sparkle, displaying a thriving scene.

Especially after Jiang Jinsang and Tang Wan returned with their family of three, the old lady was even happier. She spent the whole day carrying Jiang Xiaowai around to visit neighbors, while Jiangjiang and Taotao were busy preparing for the spring outing over the weekend.

In the entire Jiang Family, only Jiang Chengsi was perpetually downcast. Sometimes he’d sit in the courtyard of the old house, gaze at the sky and trees, and zone out for half a day.

The old lady always took special care of him. Seeing him like this, she tugged at Jiang Jinsang and asked him several times.

Jiang Jinsang was also puzzled. Even if his father-in-law made a surprise visit, and Chengsi had to escape over the wall, with Fourth Brother’s cockroach-like self-repair ability, being self-pitying for half a day was excessive. He had been back in Beijing for three or four days, yet still, this demeanor was truly odd.

Tang Wan even used the screen as an excuse to contact Si Qingxiao, subtly probing to see if there was any issue between her and Jiang Chengsi.

Si Qingxiao seemed perfectly normal.

No fights, no breakups, no plans to meet the parents—what on earth was he worried about?

Jumping over the wall didn’t bother Jiang Chengsi; what really got him was that box of condoms—it was driving him crazy.

Who knows how Si Qingxiao would perceive him?

On the third day after his return to Beijing, Jiang Shiyi asked him to go to Hexi under the guise of a heart-to-heart talk.

Not only did he want to chat with Jiang Chengsi himself, but he was also entrusted by the old lady to show more concern for his young brother.

Jiang Shiyi knew well that Chengsi was reluctant to communicate with him. He didn’t think Chengsi would actually open up, but after a few drinks, Chengsi blurted out:

"What’s been going on with you lately?"

Jiang Chengsi, emboldened by alcohol, replied directly:

"It’s all because of you! Why on earth did you sneak those things into my suitcase?"

"Now look what happened, she saw them! We have a very innocent relationship, you know? How will she view me now? She probably thinks I’m some sleazy guy who’s only after her body."

Feeling unsatisfied drinking from a glass, Jiang Chengsi grabbed the bottle to drink directly, "Why aren’t you saying anything! You wanted to have a talk with me, didn’t you? Say something."

Jiang Shiyi held his glass, took a sip of sake, and observed the now slightly intoxicated man in front of him.

"If you were a thief, you’d be the kind who died before achieving any success."

Jiang Shiyi’s metaphor wasn’t exactly biting, but it hit a tender spot of someone who literally escaped over a wall. With the bottle in hand, Chengsi jumped up, ready to pick a fight, "What did you say! Who’s the thief?"

Jiang Shiyi raised an eyebrow: "You failed, got caught with all the tools of the crime. I used to think you were silly but cute; now it seems..."

"You’re genuinely dumb!"

"Jiang Shiyi!" Jiang Chengsi snapped, calling him out by full name.

"I can hear you; you don’t need to shout."

"I ended up like this entirely thanks to you!"

"It’s thanks to your own brain."

"..."

Jiang Chengsi drank quite a bit that day, and the next day, receiving a call from Ruan Mengxi asking him to come to the club, he finally woke up.

He was lying on the living room carpet, covered by a quilt, and most importantly...

His clothes were all stripped off. If not for the fact he kept his underwear, he would have been stark naked.

Holy crap!

What the heck happened?

He practically bounced up from the floor, hearing a familiar voice from not far away.

"Awake?" Jiang Shiyi was sitting by the window, a laptop on his lap, surrounded by over a dozen professional books, seemingly writing a thesis.

"Bro, my clothes..."

"I took them off." Jiang Shiyi didn’t even lift an eyelid, "You drank too much last night, got soaked with alcohol, I told you to go back to your room to rest; you asked me to turn the bed into a couch. I couldn’t perform magic, so later you just outright refused to leave the floor."

"You know how you act when you’re drunk better than I do. Couldn’t argue with you, so I let you be."

"Bed into a couch?" Jiang Shiyi chuckled, glancing at him, "How did you come up with that idea..."

"Have you slept on that?"

What a devil!

Jiang Chengsi felt his throat dry and hoarse, wrapped in the quilt, and rolled back to his room.

With his secrets seemingly held by Jiang Shiyi, he no longer dared indulge in melancholy. With Si Qingxiao and Si Yushan still not back in Beijing, he focused all his efforts on advancing his career.

In his heart, Jiang Chengsi thought that if he didn’t achieve some success, how could he face the Si Family in the future, or ask Mr. Si to let him marry his daughter?

A usually lazy boss suddenly seemed to be on steroids, leaving Ruan Mengxi and his employees completely bewildered.