People hurried through the frost outside the airport in the early hours. Wei Zelin's black Mercedes-Benz blended into the night, his handsome profile visible through the window.
"They really won't find me?"
A thin haze curled from Wei Zelin's fingertips. He reached out of the window and tapped the ash from his cigarette. "I thought you were smart. I didn't expect you to ask such a stupid question."
The Wei Family could barely save itself. Who would bother with a woman who hardly mattered?
"Ah... I just didn't expect it to happen sooner than I imagined." A soft sigh escaped Lin Qingxue.
Her face was still injured, though a mask covered most of it. The two children followed timidly behind her, their little faces red from the cold.
Behind his glasses, Wei Zelin gazed hazily at the dark sky. His voice was deep and resonant, without a trace of emotion. "Go, before I change my mind."
He watched the three figures hurry toward the airport. Even when the cigarette burned out between his fingers, he hadn't taken a single drag. After getting together with Shi Yuan, he wanted to be a normal person. Not a good person, just a normal one, with desires and feelings.
Because... someone was waiting for him at home.
Waiting for him at home, not waiting for him to come home.
Shi Yuan's first New Year in this world was a rushed affair, because Wei Zelin was far too busy.
Shi Yuan knew this was the point in the original novel when the Wei Family fell, but so much had changed from what the book described that he couldn't help worrying.
"Yuanyuan, where are you?"
When Wei Zelin called on New Year's Eve, Shi Yuan had just turned on the television. A pastry board was