Two years later.
Pei Hanmo sat on the sofa and showed Chu Xinghui the posts on Weibo:
"Look! The song we created together has been really popular lately!"
After starting university, Pei Hanmo had joined a club to learn to sing, all so he could sing the songs Chu Xinghui wrote well.
"Mm... that's great."
But Chu Xinghui's mind was elsewhere.
The two-year deadline was almost up. Over the past few days, Zuo Ying'an had been pressing Chu Xinghui to hand Pei Hanmo over.
He sat on the sofa with both hands covering his eyes, wondering how to tell Pei Hanmo about this.
Noticing something was wrong with Chu Xinghui, Pei Hanmo scooted closer, wrapped an arm around his waist, and whispered in his ear:
"Older Brother, why have you been unhappy lately? Want to tell me about it?"
He released soothing pheromones, surrounding Chu Xinghui with them.
In fact, Pei Hanmo had secretly met with Zuo Ying'an over the past two years and had even agreed to help her seize the position of heir to Pei Holdings.
Of course, Zuo Ying'an had told Chu Xinghui all of this.
Although he didn't know why Pei Hanmo had changed his mind and gone to meet Zuo Ying'an, Chu Xinghui respected his choice.
But he couldn't go with him.
"Your birthday's coming up soon?"
Chu Xinghui glanced at the calendar. He might not be able to celebrate Pei Hanmo's birthday with him this time.
Zuo Ying'an had already given him the shortest possible deadline.
"Yeah. How do you want to celebrate it for me, Older Brother?"
How should I celebrate it?
Chu Xinghui decided to tell him before his birthday. After all, his birthday should be a happy day.
He pushed at Pei Hanmo's shoulder, making him move a little farther away,