Twelve years had passed.
Ji Tingyang had started working at Ji's.
Ji Yanli had nearly dumped all the work on his son to handle, claiming it was to train his abilities, while he himself enjoyed a leisurely life at home with Lin Xu, occasionally going on sweet trips, leading a very idyllic life.
Every time Ji Tingyang came back from working overtime at the company, seeing Ji Yanli and his mother's sweet appearances, as an overworked office drone, his frustrations would intensify.
Sitting in the car on his way home, Ji Tingyang tugged at his tie, his fingertips irritably pinched the bridge of his nose, and he looked out of the car window, hoping to relax his eyes, but he saw a shopping mall they were passing.
"Stop at the intersection ahead," Ji Tingyang suddenly said.
He remembered that the custom jewelry he had ordered for his mother should've arrived, so he decided to pick it up.