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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　"How about you give it to her?" Liu Meng curled up on the old sofa at her mother's place. She had been spending her last few days in a lackadaisical manner, choosing to relax in a place that brought back many memories.

　　"You should do it. She's your mother after all." Li Yiming said as he glanced at a plastic bag on the tea table.

　　"She's also your mother now."

　　"Well…" Li Yiming scratched her head.

　　"Come to think of it, what happened? I thought the top floor was enough. Was it really necessary to buy the entire building? She's going to be more scared than surprised, you know." Liu Meng said in an amused tone.

　　"That's what I said to Fang Shui'er, but she…"

　　"Her again? I knew it!" Liu Meng's tone turned sour.

　　"The guardian organization is gone, but the company can't be dissolved so easily. Besides, I don't think that the authorities want to see that happen, so it dragged on…"

　　"What are you two talking about?" Liu Meng's mother arrived. Ragged breathing could be heard from her daily trip to the public square, where she danced to radio music with a group of friends.

　　"It's nothing. I've bought you something." Li Yiming glanced at Liu Meng and answered.

　　"Oh, you can put it on the table." Liu Meng's mother changed her shoes and headed for the bedroom.

　　"I'll go have a smoke." Li Yiming went to the balcony, and Liu Meng went back to her room.

　　Liu Meng's mother finished changing and was about to head to the kitchen when she saw the plastic bag again and sat down in curiosity. Although she pretended to not care about Li Yiming's gift earlier, she was curious about its contents.

　　Inside the bag she was a file folder loaded with papers. She felt let down, as it was not quite what she had imagined. After picking up her gla.s.ses and going through a few pages, her expression turned into one of confusion and frustration.

　　"Liu Meng… Can you come here?"

　　"What is it?" Liu Meng peeked out from her room.

　　"Can you tell me what this means? 'Owners.h.i.+p certificate of Ou'Hai building?' Isn't he too old for jokes like that?" Liu Meng's mother said as she hurled the file folder onto the table.

　　"He's not joking."

　　"What? He told you that this is real?" Liu Meng's mother grew more irritated, as she now thought of Li Yiming not only as someone from a modest background, but also a liar.

　　Liu Meng nodded.

　　"Pfft! Who does he think he is? The owner of Pure Water Herb Hall?" Liu Meng's mother was suddenly reminded of the news report she saw a few days ago, which mentioned that the founder of the organization was also a young man.