Xi Jing came back after buying things, Peng Wenchao was still standing outside, and at this moment, many residents in the hallway were peeking and observing.

Last time, it was Fan Lan, the elegantly dressed lady, and now it’s Peng Wenchao, the successful man in a suit. They’re all curious about what’s going on.

And about the girl staying at Xi Jing’s place—who is she?

Recently, everything in Xi Jing’s home has been changed. Xi Jing used to be the most miserable, but now...

Who’s not envious?

Xi Jing lowered his head and quickly ran inside, pushing the door open.

"Phew..."

Chuzheng glanced at him: "Is someone chasing you?"

"No..."

He was just uncomfortable with their looks and worried someone might bombard him with questions.

"If not, why are you running?"

Xi Jing obediently said: "Um, I won’t next time. I’ll, uh, go make breakfast first. Wait a bit, okay?"

Chuzheng walked to the door and looked outside. Peng Wenchao was still standing there, surrounded by curious neighbors.

Chuzheng turned back inside, standing by to watch Xi Jing make breakfast.

Perhaps due to Chuzheng watching, Xi Jing fumbled around, struggling to prepare breakfast, and the result was somewhat of a failure.

"How about I...go buy something instead?" Xi Jing whispered.

"You’ve already made it; why make it more complicated?"

Xi Jing fidgeted with his fingers: "But I don’t think it tastes good."

Chuzheng tasted it: "It’s alright."

Xi Jing’s eyes brightened: "Really?"

"Yeah."

As Xi Jing reached for the chopsticks, Chuzheng slapped his hand: "What are you doing?"

"I...can’t I eat?" Xi Jing pulled back his hand, feeling wronged.

"Didn’t you make it for me?"

"Yes...I did."

"Then what are you eating?"

"..." Although it felt off, he couldn’t argue.

Chuzheng handed him a bowl of porridge: "Eat this."

"Oh."

The young boy held the porridge, sipping slowly, occasionally glancing at Chuzheng.

"Focus on eating, what’s there to look at."

The boy immediately lowered his head, seriously drinking his porridge.

After eating, Xi Jing put things away, and when Chuzheng opened the door to leave, he uncovered the pot lid and tried a bite of the leftover food.

Ugh ugh ugh...

Xi Jing spat out that bite and swallowed hard.

He turned to look at the door, where the girl stood framed in morning light, as if encircled with a golden halo.

His chest tightened, even his eyes felt warm.

Xi Jing suddenly lifted his head, forcing back that warmth, took a deep breath, and tidied up.

-

After Chuzheng finished talking with Peng Wenchao and turned inside, she was embraced tightly.

Chuzheng quickly shut the door, blocking Peng Wenchao’s view, and embraced the boy’s waist with one arm: "What’s up?"

The boy hugged her tightly: "You’re so nice."

"Hmm?"

Little liar, never seen you really think I’m nice.

Xi Jing remained silent, just hugging her, unwilling to let go.

Chuzheng touched his head, soothingly petting it, after a while she said: "Where do you want to go today, I’ll take you."

The boy slightly lifted his head, revealing his delicate face, whispering: "Anywhere?"

"Anywhere."

His long eyelashes fluttered slightly, eyes filling with excitement: "I want to go to the amusement park."

Chuzheng: "???"

"How old are you, still going to an amusement park."

"I...I’ve never been." The boy was a bit anxious: "If you don’t want to go, then never mind..."

As he spoke, the boy clearly felt disappointed.

"We’ll go." The Good Person Card wants to go, what can she do! It’s like having to go along!

-

Chuzheng and Xi Jing were going to the amusement park, and for his own safety, Peng Wenchao decisively followed along, skipping work.

Xi Jing emerged in different clothes, encapsulating the boy’s sunny vitality, resembling a model stepping out under the limelight, his looks hard to overlook.

People here couldn’t recognize what Xi Jing was wearing, only thinking he looked good, but Peng Wenchao certainly recognized.

The boy was not wearing anything inexpensive.

Chuzheng came out wearing large sunglasses, pulled the boy’s hand, pushed up his sleeve, and slipped a watch onto his wrist.

"I don’t like it..."

"You can take it off when we return; you must wear it out."

"Oh." Xi Jing examined the watch on his wrist, unfamiliar but thinking it looked nice: "Is this expensive?"

Chuzheng lowered his sleeve, the watch barely visible under the cuff, enhancing the boy’s noble charisma.

She casually said: "Not expensive, a freebie with purchase."

"Oh."

Xi Jing naturally believed.

Peng Wenchao: "..." He actually believed it!!

What sort of purchase would gift a watch worth millions?

This young boy is too easily deceived! Could this be some sort of scam by her...

Peng Wenchao was suspicious, but it wasn’t his concern—survival mattered now, so he was eager to assist all the way.

Tickets, drinks, he took care of it all.

But Peng Wenchao felt like Chuzheng’s gaze was becoming increasingly off...not doing well enough?

Certainly!

Thus, Peng Wenchao grew more enthusiastic.

It wasn’t the weekend, so the amusement park wasn’t crowded, no need to queue for rides.

Xi Jing had never been before, wanting to try everything.

"I want to ride that." Xi Jing pulled Chuzheng’s hand, pointing to the roller coaster, his face a bit flushed with excitement: "Will you go with me?"

Chuzheng: "..."

No!

I don’t want to!

My image, won’t it be ruined?!

"Go by yourself." Chuzheng said: "I’ll wait for you below."

Xi Jing puffed his cheeks: "You don’t like it?"

"Yes."

Xi Jing softly whimpered: "It’s no fun going alone."

Chuzheng picked Peng Wenchao as the escort: "Let Director Peng accompany you."

Peng Wenchao: "..." No, no, no, he’s afraid of heights.

Yet Peng Wenchao reluctantly agreed, necessity overrunning fear to ensure survival.

Against fear, survival meant overcoming it!

Though Peng Wenchao, at his age, still rode roller coasters, trembling throughout, Xi Jing was thrilled, rushing to Chuzheng afterwards: "It’s so fun, I want to go again."

Peng Wenchao almost collapsed hearing that.

No, he actually was collapsed.

Too terrifying!

Chuzheng straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, fixing the hair on his forehead: "There’s lots more, try other things first."

Xi Jing thought about not riding the roller coaster with Chuzheng, choosing not to demand going again.

Peng Wenchao let out a heavy sigh of relief, saved...

-

After playing all morning, with a break, Peng Wenchao bought drinks.

Xi Jing glanced at Chuzheng, and with her permission, accepted one: "Thank you."

"No problem, no problem..." Peng Wenchao quickly waved his hand: "Miss Chuzheng, would you..."

"I won’t drink." Drinking this publicly feels odd!

Not daring to insist, Peng Wenchao silently withdrew.

After two sips, Xi Jing cautiously approached Chuzheng, offering the straw: "Try a sip; it’s really good."

Chuzheng glanced, met by the boy’s expectant gaze.