Bo Lin had been the child everyone else's parents held up as an example ever since he was young.
As the eldest son, he had known from childhood that he would have to take over the Bo Family's business when he grew up.
Unfortunately, after he came of age, his parents and younger sister passed away one after another.
Only his grandfather, himself, and little Fanling remained.
At university, he had raced against the clock to study and earn his degrees, returning home as quickly as possible to take over the Bo Family's business and care for little Fanling.
Thinking about it carefully, the days since he had met Hua Jian had been the most carefree of Bo Lin's life.
"...I've seen all those paintings. Unfortunately, Jiang Ruiming still couldn't bear to sell a few of them, but I did set aside two for you. You can hang them in your art museum when it opens. They'll definitely draw some visitors, too."
Bo Lin froze. He had almost forgotten about that art museum.
His expression turned odd. He really had done quite a few stupid things back then just to get close to Hua Jian...
Luckily, Hua Jian had been even stupider and hadn't noticed...
"All right."
The two idiots chatted awkwardly as they wandered aimlessly along the shore, unwittingly finding themselves somewhere with few people around.
The lights and tourists were already far behind them.
Bo Lin frowned. "Let's head back. The sand's cooling down, and the sea breeze is getting chilly."
Hua Jian glanced toward a certain spot, then nodded in agreement.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from behind them.
Hua Jian's vigilance shot to its peak, and he abruptly pulled Bo Lin behind him.
"No need to be so nervous, young man."
Bo Lin's gaze sharpened, but