The only thing he was worried about was Yang Shuzheng's health.

Yang Shuzheng's condition has been relatively stable since she had a heart surgery a few years ago, but as time goes by, Ji Changmu is always worried that Yang Shuzheng will have a rejection reaction.

Every once in a while, Ji Changmu would ask someone to accompany Yang Shuzheng to the hospital for check-ups. Fortunately, she was always stable.

He had already bought a villa for Yang Shuzheng in Bincheng, hired many servants, and also hired a family doctor. However, Yang Shuzheng did not like to be served by others, so he only left a nanny to accompany her to relieve her boredom.

"Chang Mu...has he got a girlfriend?" Yang Shuzheng asked this question again.

Ji Changmu took a puff of cigarette, his eyes slightly stern: "No."

"Oh, I know you are busy with your career, but I still hope that you can have a girl by your side. I really don't want you to be too tired."

"No, I have a sense of propriety."

Yang Shuzheng didn't say much, she knew her son's character.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Ji Changmu hung up the phone.

The night is getting darker.

No one called Ji Changmu anymore. The men kept drinking, and Ji Changmu didn't drink it either. He drank a lot.

This was probably the most he had drunk in the years he had been in New York.

He didn't know what he was thinking, or maybe he wasn't thinking about anything at all. He wanted to drink especially tonight. The smell of alcohol could numb his nerves and stop the spinning thoughts in his mind.

Very tired when awake.

Many, many faces and things kept popping up in his mind.

He has been very tired these years.

Taking classes at Columbia is probably his most leisurely and favorite time every week, so over the years, no matter how busy he is, he has retained the position and honor given to him by Columbia and is willing to go to class.

The restaurant was in a mess.

Wine glasses were lying here and there, wine bottles were piled up, and there were messy dice and cards.

When it was almost time, Yan Jia asked the servant to bring the cake in.

Ji Changmu was in a trance, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He couldn't remember the last time he celebrated his birthday or with whom.

It was like drinking alcohol and the memory in his mind became blurred and unfamiliar. He wanted to think less and less about everything he had experienced in the past years. In fact, he was more afraid of encountering it again.

"Old Ji, make a wish." Yan Jia encouraged.

"I don't like doing this." Ji Changmu refused ruthlessly, "Eat the cake."

"Hey, you... don't you have any wishes that you want to realize?"

"No, I don't like unrealistic fantasies."

"Forget it." Yan Jia knew there was nothing to say to this kind of man, "Eat the cake, eat the cake, and let's continue having fun after that."

There was no ceremony. The servants cut the cake directly and gave each person a piece.

Ji Changmu didn't like sweets, so he only tasted them symbolically.

The night falls, and the sky is filled with stars.

The winter wind rustled the bamboo in the courtyard of the villa, and the lights inside and outside the villa were brightly lit. Every lamp illuminated the surroundings and dispersed every darkness.

No one left. During the night, the first few men went to Ji Changmu's house to cause trouble in the billiards room, movie theater, swimming pool, and other places where they could cause trouble.

Ji Changmu also followed them.

He was quite happy tonight.

After the Ji family suffered an accident, the word "happy" became his luxury.
Chapter completed!