Chapter 32 [VIP]

The bright lights illuminated the boy's eyes.

Wei Guan didn't withdraw his hand; his fingertips touched his forehead, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you cold?"

Emerald blinked and shook her head.

Are you hungry?

Shake head.

"Are you unhappy?"

He still shook his head.

Wei Guan stared at the peacock green for a long while, then suddenly chuckled softly.

That smile contained a sigh, indulgence, and a touch of helplessness.

It's like seeing a child who never cries out, because he's so good at enduring pain, so even though he's in the most pain, he doesn't receive any comfort or sweets.

He didn't even know what candy was.

Tan Quelu blinked, and mimicking the man's gesture, she raised her hand and gently touched his slightly furrowed brow.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"I'd like to find you a counselor."

Tan Quelu was dumbfounded and exclaimed, indicating that he didn't understand.

In the deep blue of the sea, the boy's black hair was soaked, and his lips were moist and red. The shimmering water lay behind him, reflecting in his eyes like small, clear moons.

His yellow clothes made him look like a sweet orange.

A pure, sweet orange surrounded by a small moon.

Wei Guan couldn't help but hug the sweet orange even tighter.

Elm blinked, did not struggle, and after a moment, suddenly heard the man ask, "Are you really not unhappy?"

The boy didn't speak, but looked up and gazed at the moon in the night sky, which showed no sign of sorrow or joy.

After a while.

He tilted his head and said, "Just a little bit."

Tan Chulu is not a person with many emotions.

The past never leaves a shadow in his heart; the past is the past, and no matter how heavy the memories are, they are not as important as the present moment when he is alive.

Living has a more important mission.

His mission is to atone for his sins.

Nothing else matters.

So, he was only a little unhappy tonight.

“Wei Guan”.

Elm looked at him and said, "Tell me, how much wealth does a person need to create an absolutely wonderful world?"

He seemed to be simply puzzled, and before the man could answer, he slowly spoke again.

"When I was in that 99 percent, I was powerless."

"But why am I still powerless even after I become one percent?"

Before the age of seven, Tan Quelu was a homeless orphan in the suburbs of the city.

He was alone, thin and frail, occasionally ill, and his mind was blank. His only concerns each day were what to eat, what to wear, and where to sleep.

Which public restroom has water for brushing teeth and showering today?

I wonder which kind housekeeper will let him into the kitchen for dinner tomorrow.

The grass on the grave of the homeless elder who raised him will need to be pulled up again the day after tomorrow.

The city had a thriving tourism industry, and Tan Quelu's place was next to a luxury resort. The trash cans often contained clothes, shoes, toiletries, and even hand cream and perfume that wealthy guests didn't want.

Tan Quelu is good-looking. Even when wearing a fluorescent pink top with bright yellow beach shorts, one foot in flip-flops and the other in crystal sandals, she still exudes the aura of a top-notch child model.

When the customers saw him rummaging through the trash can, they thought it was some kind of performance art, so they took out their phones and started snapping photos. After taking the photos, they asked him if he had Weibo, Douyin, or Instagram accounts.

Tan Quelu shook her head in bewilderment, biting into the trendy candied hawthorn with milk skin that the other person offered, and mumbled indistinctly, pretending to be mixed-race: "No...no..."

He said he was half French, I suppose.

Half Korean.

Half Japanese.

Half European.

Half-American.

In short, I firmly believe that I don't understand.

The guests would suddenly realize what he meant, and then they would usually squat down with a smile, take several carefully crafted selfies with him, and post them online.

The customer was also convinced that he was a beautiful child model and internet celebrity.

After all, Tan Quelu is so beautiful, with clean hands and feet, soft hair, and a light fragrance of the resort's shower gel. She takes very good care of herself.

It must be some online celebrity team filming here.

Back then, there was a movie projection screen at the entrance of the resort. The black and white, weathered walls silently played classic films from various countries. Tan Quelu had seen an old Hong Kong martial arts film, but he didn't understand anything, only remembering the majestic hero in the movie.

He recalled for a moment, then said earnestly, "Wei Guan, do you know? When I was a child, I actually wanted to be a chivalrous hero who robbed the rich to help the poor."

That's what he thought, at least before he was taken in by the temple.

The young man looked at him without saying a word for a long time.

So long that time seemed to stand still.

Those handsome, dark eyes, perhaps because of the surging water, reflected the emotions welling up within them.

Its varying shades and shimmering light, like a pervasive, dim light and shadow, rise and fall silently and heavily.

After a while.

Tan Quelu was confused: "Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you just staring at me?"

Wei Guan lowered his eyes, then hummed in agreement, reaching out to place his palm against the slender nape of the bird's neck.

He gently pressed the boy onto his shoulder.

"Feel sorry."

"I was just thinking that you would look really good in fluorescent pink."

"And also, what nationality are you of?"

Tan Quelu coughed suddenly, trying hard to suppress a laugh: "How would I know?"

"Have you forgotten that I am an orphan?"

The young man chuckled softly, his voice pleasant and tinged with a sigh: "Yes, I forgot."

Tan Quelu felt him raise his hand, and a strong arm passed through her waist, easily lifting the boy from the pool with one hand.

"Autumn is coming soon, you'll catch a cold if you soak in the bath any longer. I'll take you to take a bath first."

Tan Quelu responded with an "oh," and, sensing his strength, obediently rested her head gently on the man's shoulder.

They were both soaking wet, making it impossible to tell who was getting wet from whom. As they walked, water dripped silently from their feet, following the man's steps.

The orange light shone down, and the puddles of all sizes were refracted by the light and shadow. From above, it looked like a string of small oranges hanging behind Wei Guan.

He was holding a large orange in his arms.

Wei Guan held the orange steadily and walked sideways into the conference building.

At the deepest part of the first floor is a suite lounge exclusively for the Wei family.

The lights came on, the dark black bedding was softly spread out, the central air conditioning adjusted automatically, and hot water poured into the main bathroom with a splash.

Wei Guan put the boy down from his arms.

"The clothes are inside, I'm outside."

"Call me when you're done washing."

"I'll blow-dry your hair."

Tan Quelu shook her head: "No need, I can play it myself."

He had developed a habit in prison of doing everything himself; it was a discipline ingrained in his mind.

"good."

Wei Guan never forced him. Hearing this, he nodded and turned to leave the room.

After he finished washing up in five minutes, took the suitcase from the AI ​​drone, and returned to his room, Tan Quelu had already come out of the bathroom.

The boy stood in front of the sink, holding a hairdryer, head down, intently drying his hair.

Wei Guan did not disturb him.

The man, with dark eyebrows and eyes, stood a few steps away outside the bathroom, quietly watching Tan Quelu.

He was very tall and had a straight back.

His movements were swift and efficient, and he was skilled at blow-drying hair.

His behavior was rigid; he was used to making the most of every minute, and he compulsively folded his bath towels into a tofu-like shape.

Everything about him, all his slightly strange appearances, was now displayed to Wei Guan with unprecedented clarity.

This is a habit that is formed in prison.

prison.

Wei Guan repeatedly pondered these two words, calmly experiencing his current feelings.

The buzzing stopped.

After finishing drying her hair, Tan Quelu put the hairdryer away and glanced back at the man behind her.

He said, "Wei Guan, could you please bring me my old clothes?"

He didn't want to wear this.

These are pajamas that St. Weston prepared for the Wei family, and the materials used are naturally of the highest quality. The light beige cotton and linen outer layer, and the inner lining, made with some unknown process, is so soft and gentle on the skin that it feels like a soft cloud.

Wei Guan: "Feeling unwell?"

Tan Quelu shook his head.

It's just so comfortable.

How could he feel comfortable?

Those shattered families, those heartbreaking and painful questions, those crimes he witnessed with his own eyes.

He did not stop it.

They even aided and abetted evildoers.

He's not worthy of it.

Wei Guan never forces Elva Hsiao to do anything.

He nodded, agreeing first, before asking, "Are you still unhappy?"

Tan Quelu blinked but didn't say anything.

Wei watched him, then suddenly went into the bathroom, placed the suitcase on the sink, and gently opened it.

The lights suddenly shone down.

Countless different keys, black room cards, property certificates, bank cards... appeared before Tan Quelu's eyes in an instant.

The young man, handsome with striking features, lowered his eyes with an unchanging expression and read out all the wishes from the Christmas card:

"A courtyard house within the Second Ring Road of the capital, and a villa next to the Oriental Pearl Tower in Shanghai."

"A large villa with a swimming pool and basement in Hong Kong's Repulse Bay, a penthouse apartment of over 1,000 square meters in Shenzhen Bay, and a luxury villa with a vineyard in Belgium."

"One unlimited black card from each of the four major domestic banks, one yacht, one helicopter, one Cullinan BB, and one Rolls-Royce Extended Wheelbase."

With each line recited, the man took a step closer to Elm Green.

In the end, Wei Guan was extremely close to him. Que Lu looked up and met the man's handsome, youthful eyes, hearing his soft voice.

"Tan Chuanlu, give me a chance."

"Give me a chance to help you solve these problems that aren't really a nuisance."

Wealth, power, determination.

These are things that mature adults should do.

Eighteen-year-olds should laugh vividly and play freely. They should seize every precious moment of their youth, study hard and then break down in a shout, scream with joy and then fall asleep exhausted, feel confused and lost, and then see the road ahead clearly.

Be a carefree, lush green plant.

Growing towards the sun.

A powerful person.

Tan Quelu and Wei Guan exchanged glances.

The boy was thin, and his expression looked blank and confused under the lamplight.

Those pure and beautiful eyes stared at Wei Guan, as if they couldn't understand what the person in front of them was doing.

After a while.

Tan Quelu's mind finally managed to find the corresponding nerve.

He blinked, looking bewildered and innocent, and asked, "So what are your conditions?"

This money is enough for him to help many people and mend many families he had hurt.

He absolutely has to have it.

I'll trade anything.

Wei Guan didn't speak, but raised his hand and opened the bottom compartment of the suitcase.

Tan Quelu looked around blankly.

Under the lights, the drone conducted a temporary search of vending machines throughout the city and finally managed to urgently purchase the most important items on the order; they are now lying there—

Fluorescent pink men's short-sleeved shirt, bright yellow drawstring beach shorts.

White flip-flops on the right foot, purple crystal sandals on the left foot.

"The condition is..."

Wei Guan, mimicking Que Lü's tone, calmly asked, "Could you wear this outfit for me?"

Whose child model is perfect?

Wei Guan really wants to see it.

A note from the author:

[Give me a chance to help you solve these problems that aren't really troubles] - a line from the TV series "Dwelling Narrowness"