Chapter 4: 4. He

Zhang Sicheng arrived at the roof of the small building without realizing it; there was still a chair up here, which he had placed there himself, and it was also his habit.

When his mother was still alive, she liked to sit on the roof, holding him and his younger sister while gazing up at the starry sky, telling them stories about their father.

This also became his habit; although they had moved quite a few times over the years, the places they rented were always in old residential complexes with low floors, and whenever he encountered something troubling or felt unhappy, he would come to the roof to sit and watch the starry sky above.

Even now, Zhang Sicheng still clearly remembers the way his mother's eyes would sparkle with starlight whenever she mentioned his father; that look, like a little girl seeing her favorite idol, had never changed in his mother all these years.

Even as the world changed, even as the seas turned into mulberry fields, even as temptations filled the air, that look had never changed; it was always so clear, so bright!

In fact, he and his sister had never resented their father since they were young, even when their lives were bitter and exhausting, because they both knew that their father had died long ago—it wasn't that he didn't care about them; they did have a father!

Moreover, their father was so remarkable, and possessed such vision that far exceeded his era!

He and his sister had even always admired this father they had never met, even though their father didn't even know of their existence.

As they grew older and experienced more things, their admiration for their father only grew.

Just from the things narrated by their mother, they could imagine exactly how far-sighted and how charismatic their father truly was!

Zhang Sicheng took out his phone and pulled up a photo; on it were a woman and a man. The woman was their mother, and the man was their father.

This was also the only photo their mother had left behind; ever since she learned that their father's cruise ship had met with an accident, their mother had never taken another photo.

Their mother said that their father had remained at that moment in time, and she also wanted to preserve that age forever; she didn't want to watch herself grow old, and wanted to stay in the same time period as their father forever.

Zhang Sicheng just stared blankly at the photo on his phone and whispered, "Mom, he's back..."

Shanghai First People's Hospital.

After Liu Lu finished the work at hand, she came to the nurse's station, somewhat exhausted, and looked at her colleague beside her, asking, "Why do I feel like there are suddenly so many fewer doctors in the hospital? It's crowded everywhere now, and we can't keep up at all."

"I heard they were all urgently transferred away. It's not just our hospital; other hospitals are the same. Everyone is short on doctors now," her colleague Liu Xiaoting said in a low voice.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Liu Lu's gossiping heart immediately ignited.

"Haven't you been online? It's spread all over the internet now."

"When would I have time to go online? I'm busy as hell. Don't keep me in suspense, hurry up and tell me," Liu Lu urged.

Liu Xiaoting said, "Have you heard? The Goddess of Destiny, which suddenly disappeared twenty-eight years ago, has suddenly returned. Not a single person on board is missing, and they are all exactly as they were twenty-eight years ago."

"Really? Is it that mysterious?" Liu Lu didn't believe it.

"Of course it's true. The country has already acknowledged the authenticity of this matter," Liu Xiaoting said hurriedly.

"This really is big news. Tell me more about it," Liu Lu became even more curious.

However, before the two could chat further, work found them again.

Liu Lu didn't know much about her husband Zhang Sicheng's family affairs; she only knew that Zhang Sicheng had lived in a single-parent family since he was a child, and that his father had passed away before they were born, so she didn't know much about the Goddess of Destiny either.

Inside a luxury villa in Shanghai, the lights were brilliant at this moment, making the extremely luxurious decorations inside appear even more noble.

Huo Zhiyuan stood in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window holding a glass of red wine, looking out at the distant starry sky in a daze.

"Are you okay? I really miss you," Huo Zhiyuan's heart whispered softly.

Standing beside Huo Zhiyuan, her little secretary Zhao Jingyu felt a pang of heartache as she watched her boss, who seemed to have fallen into sorrow.

She had been working by Huo Zhiyuan's side ever since she graduated, seven years now, and she could be considered to know her boss inside and out.

In front of outsiders, Huo Zhiyuan was always a shrewd, capable, and strong-willed beautiful billionaire.

Although she was actually forty-three years old, she maintained herself like a young married woman of thirty; time seemed to have lost its effect on her.

Furthermore, the Huo Zhiyuan promoted to the outside world was also a celibate, a rumor that seemed to have been confirmed, because for so many years, no man had ever approached this beautiful CEO, nor had any scandals ever leaked out.

At the same time, Huo Zhiyuan was also a famous philanthropist; the Yuanran Charity Foundation under her name donated over two hundred million in charitable funds to society every year, and the largest portion of that was for charitable education.

Zhao Jingyu was one of the beneficiaries, which was also the reason she was determined to stay by Huo Zhiyuan's side to repay her, even though she knew that Huo Zhiyuan might not need her.

However, after so many years, she had learned a few things; in fact, the celibate Huo Zhiyuan, who was widely rumored to be single, was not truly a celibate—she had someone she loved.

Zhao Jingyu had seen Huo Zhiyuan holding a photo of a man and staring at it infatuatedly, smiling, and crying more than once. At those times, Huo Zhiyuan was like a little girl who had just fallen in love, just like a fool, without any of the strength she showed in front of outsiders.

She had also seen the photo of this man; his looks could only be described as slightly handsome, but his temperament was very steady, and he possessed a unique charm.

However, that photo was already twenty or thirty years old, and by today's standards, his attire looked very old-fashioned.

Zhao Jingyu didn't understand what kind of charm this man had, or what he had done, to make a woman like Huo Zhiyuan—who had beauty, charm, talent, and money—so obsessed!

Yes, obsessed!

Others didn't know, but Zhao Jingyu understood very well that Huo Zhiyuan hadn't married for so many years, and hadn't even had much contact with men, all for the man in the photo!

Zhao Jingyu actually wanted to persuade Huo Zhiyuan to let go, to find a man she liked or who liked her and get married; she wanted Huo Zhiyuan to be happy and have a normal life, instead of being lonely and miserable for her whole life.

But ever since she mentioned it once in front of Huo Zhiyuan, she never said it again, because at that time, the coldness revealed in Huo Zhiyuan's eyes when she looked at her made her tremble with fear.

It was precisely because of this that Zhao Jingyu understood even more clearly what kind of position this man occupied in Huo Zhiyuan's heart.