There Is a Game That Men Love

December arrived, and the weather turned colder. The Little Sisters in short skirts and shorts had disappeared from the streets, while the greenery by the roadside grew darker in color. Dijin Royal Garden was planted with evergreen magnolias and palm trees.

Another winter had come. Qin Ze wondered whether Shanghai City would see snow this year.

Before the world entered the greenhouse-effect era, the south would get snow once or twice every year. Everyone welcomed the new year amid drifting snowflakes. Don't bring up Guangdong or Hainan—anyone who did was just being pedantic.

In recent years, snow in the south had become like a middle-aged woman's period: sometimes it came, sometimes it didn't.

"It might snow this year." Qin Baobao wore only a thin shirt as she sat shivering on the balcony.

"I'm really looking forward to it. It's been years since we had a snowball fight together." Qin Ze looked equally expectant.

In the living room, Wang Zijing looked at the siblings sitting side by side on the balcony and listened to their conversation, completely unable to understand them.

Northerners couldn't understand southerners' longing for snow, just as daylight couldn't understand the darkness of night.

It was the weekend, and no one had anything to do. Wang Zijing and Qin Baobao had turned down every outing, even shopping, their favorite activity. Wang Zijing had been worn out physically and mentally by company affairs, while Qin Baobao had just returned from overseas after wrapping up grueling filming work. Right now, she only wanted to stay home, watch movies, snack, and do absolutely nothing.

Qin Ze wanted to do something, but Wang Zijing wouldn't let him.

That woman Wang Zijing had a truly black heart.

Unlike Su Yu, who had fallen in love and indulged herself without restraint, Wang Zijing was