"Brother, why are you here?" Ouyang Hao opened the door and saw Ouyang Che at the entrance. "Just came to check on you." The man walked into the apartment, noticing the mess all around. He frowned and said in a low voice, "You could hire a housekeeper." "I did, but I ended up yelling at them, and they left," Ouyang Hao shrugged. "With such a big place, someone has to clean it." "Doesn’t matter. I’m planning to sell this apartment anyway." "You’re planning to sell it?" Ouyang Che gave him a deep look and then said, "Since you’re planning to sell it, why not move back and live with our parents?" "Brother, give me a break. Living under our parents’ eyes, I’d be nagged to death." "That’s Mom’s idea. You living alone here, Mom can’t take care of your daily needs. Moving back to the Imperial City isn’t a bad idea. The family can look after each other. Besides, Mom has been busy finding you a match lately. You’ll have to go back anyway." "I can find my own partner. Empress Dowager doesn’t need to worry about that. And besides, aren’t your personal issues still unresolved? Shouldn’t she be focusing on you first?" Ouyang Che’s face broke into a refined smile, and he raised an eyebrow, "Do you think I can escape?" "True, but brother, are you really planning to accept the family’s arrangement?" "I’ve reached a suitable age for marriage. Talking about marriage isn’t unusual." Ouyang Hao frowned, "No matter what they look like or whether you like them, you’ll marry them?" "Does it matter if I like them or not?" In Ouyang Che’s eyes, love in marriage was optional. A marriage with love didn’t necessarily last. The human heart is the hardest thing to control. Maybe you loved someone passionately at first, but after a few years, treating them like a nuisance isn’t unheard of. Ouyang Che’s wife only needed to be gentle, generally understanding, and maintain mutual respect with him. Ouyang Hao suddenly laughed, "True, does it matter if you like them or not? It doesn’t make a difference who you marry." After all, he’d never be with the person he loved, so it didn’t matter whom he married. However, the deep sorrow in Ouyang Hao’s eyes was obvious. Life is long, and if a marriage is only about mutual respect, what meaning does it hold? Lin Yixun and Leng Yixiu lived alone in the London Suburb for a few days. Although their relationship wasn’t pleasant, it wasn’t confrontational either. Time passed silently, and Lin Yixun’s patience gradually wore thin. She couldn’t help but ask Leng Yixiu, "When are we going back to the country?" "Are you in a hurry to go back?" "I haven’t seen my mom in many days. She’s alone back home, and I’m worried. Besides, I’ve taken so many days off work, it’s hard to explain to the company." Lin Yixun’s reasons sounded legitimate, but they weren’t the most important ones. "You don’t need to worry about the company. As for your mother, if you’re worried about her, you can bring her next time." "Bring her along?" Lin Yixun’s face grew cold, "Leng Yixiu, you should know very well that my mom wouldn’t want to see you." The man understood the reason well. Because of him, Father Lin was imprisoned, and Lin’s mother undoubtedly hated him to the core. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel·fıre·net Lin Yixun saw the man’s unhappy expression but didn’t want to avoid the topic. She fixed her eyes on Leng Yixiu and said word by word, "Leng Yixiu, I don’t want my mom to be involved, so you better stay away from her."