No obsession, no masterpiece.

Using such words to describe a popular idol was hardly cause for joy—

if anything, it stirred a quiet sadness.

A sharp sting suddenly shot through his palm. Unconsciously, Ye Chang'an had clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

The waiter’s lips twitched.

Though he hadn’t caught their conversation, the Holy Maiden of all Anyang City…

…suddenly reached for the boy’s hand with tender concern, gently comforting him.

*Damn, how envious he was.*

Then—his heart skipped a beat. He stared at Ye Chang'an, frozen in disbelief.

He shook his head. *Impossible…*

That boy looked exactly like the Ye Clan’s young master—confirmed dead years ago. *No, no… just a striking resemblance.*

And if so, Ye Shixia’s favor made perfect sense.

After all, that young master had been her savior.

Truly, he was the benefactor of tens of thousands of children worldwide, rescued by the Chang’an Foundation.

*If only I looked like him…* he mused wistfully.

Meanwhile, Ye Chang'an had steadied his emotions.

Naturally, the perceptive Ye Shixia noticed: Chang’an was clearly burdened by guilt—for vanishing five years, leaving everyone to endure hardship alone.

Times had changed. People had changed.

But Chang’an remained *their* Chang’an.

A faint sting touched Ye Shixia’s nose, yet a genuine smile bloomed on her lips.

Dinner finally concluded.

Ye Shixia paid the bill. Ye Chang'an teased, “Guess I’m being kept~”

She shot back with a mischievous grin, “Someone who’s *kept*~ should know what to do, right, Dad?”

She flicked her Bentley keys.

“Ahem…” Ye Chang'an coughed. “Head home?”

“Mm. Dad can stay at my place tonight.”

Ye Shixia couldn’t live at the orphanage daily—she had her villa, office, foundation duties.

Yet Chang’an Orphanage was her eternal sanctuary. And Ye Chang'an? Likely the moonlight of her heart.

Unseen by all, Shi Xia licked her dry lips as Ye Chang'an stepped into the car—a barely restrained gesture.

The female driver pulled smoothly onto the road.

Steady. In every sense of the word.

Ye Chang'an reflected: he’d been blessed by his transmigration’s timing and place.

Siberian tundra? Sahara Desert? He’d never have survived.

Five years later. Right at Chang’an Orphanage’s gate.

Truly fortunate—and he knew it.

Day one of transmigration already promised comfort.

*Living off my adopted daughter? Not shameful at all~*

Future plans loomed, but right now? A hot shower. Deep sleep.

So much to absorb. So hard to reclaim his path.

What of the Ye Clan? He’d ask Shi Xia later…

Eyes half-closed, Chang'an drifted toward sleep in the Bentley’s rear seat.

Shi Xia watched his weary face through the rearview mirror, slowing the car just a little.

Gliding through Anyang City’s night streets.

This sealed space—hers and Dad’s alone—ignited a selfish longing in Shi Xia: *Stop here. Stay forever. Never part.*

*Just one more day…* she whispered inwardly to the sisters waiting in Anyang.

*When you see Dad, your joy will surely match mine.*