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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nAn Xiaxia walked back and forth anxiously as she held her breath and watched the video on her phone.

nSheng Yize began to sing to the music while performing difficult dance moves.

nEvery turn he took made An Xiaxia on edge.

nHowever, he revealed no sign of pain on his face and there was not a single falter in his fluid dance steps.

nHe finished the song perfectly on the last note.

nThe room was filled with rounds of applause.

nThe rumor of his injury collapsed on its own.

nHis manager Lu Ke then handled the questions for him and Sheng Yize left the stage after some brief words.

nWhen he got backstage, a yellow-haired young man whom he was well acquainted with patted him on the shoulder familiarly. “Hey, Yize, done with the press conference?”

nSheng Yize swayed a little and frowned, then nodded with a quiet “hm.”

nRealizing something wasn’t right, the yellow-haired young man raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

nWith so many ears around, things would only get more complicated should the news of his injury get around.

nHe sighed. “Have a good rest. You’re still young. Don’t push yourself too hard.”

nSheng Yize smiled. “It’s nothing.”

nHe had chosen this path himself. Hence, however painful or difficult things were, they were his responsibility.

nThe yellow-haired young man smacked his forehead. “I almost forgot. Security called me just then and asked me to tell you that Uncle Sheng is here. He’s waiting for you at the company building’s side entrance…”

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nSheng Yize changed into something light and took a detour to the side door, completely ignoring the prickling pain of his wounds.

nA Rolls-Royce was parked by the side of the road, looking quite out of place in this neighborhood.

nSheng Yize walked up to the car, got in, and nodded a cold greeting.

nThe stately middle-aged man turned to him, looking displeased. “What was this whole falling-into-a-river business?”

n“Haven’t you investigated it?” replied Sheng Yize in a bland tone.

nSheng Zhiyuan smacked the newspaper in his hand angrily. “How many times do I have to tell you this: I didn’t give you permission to join this circle just so you can put yourself in danger!”

n“I’ll take care of my own business.”

nSheng Zhiyuan calmed down a little after a pause. “I know you have held a grudge against me all these years… but I wasn’t the only one to be blamed for what happened then. Was I supposed to save a stranger and let you die?”

nThese words hit Sheng Yize’s most sensitive nerve and he sneered, “Did I ask you to save me? Do you get to decide whether or not I want to live?”

nSheng Zhiyuan fumed. “Did I raise you to offend me like this?!”

nSheng Yize darted him a look and got out of the car without even sparing him a reply.

nHe then climbed into his own RV. The driver asked tentatively, “Young Master, where are we going?”

nIt seemed forever before Sheng Yize gave him an answer. “Back to the An family home.”

n“Yes.”

nWatching the black Porsche drive away, Sheng Zhiyuan sighed heavily in his car.

nAfter all these years, Sheng Yize still wouldn’t address him as “father.”

nWas it really his fault back then?

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nAn Xiaxia was overwhelmed with anxiety back at home and she even lost her appetite for dinner. Under the surprised gazes of Papa An and An Yibei, she put down her chopsticks. “I’m full. I’m gonna take a walk.”

nGrabbing a jacket, she ran down the stairs several steps at a time. She was going to hail a taxi to take her to Endless Night.

nSheng Yize was such a burden on her mind!

nShe bumped into a pair of warm arms as soon as she opened the front door.

nSheng Yize’s low and lazy voice rang out above her head. “Short Legs Xia, since when can you run so fast?”

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