Chapter 13: Everyone’s Nervous (Thirteen) Click 1 to hear my revenge plan…

This live broadcast has added a lot of jokes to Zhang Deng on the Internet.

"Sister, yes, sister, no."

"50 meters, what a valuable gift."

"I really won't return it once I give it to you."

This makes it difficult for netizens to tell whether Zhang Deng is a simple single-threaded being or an innate abstract holy body.

He was so sincere that he seemed a little desperate, and netizens started playing with the Zhang Deng and the Zhang Deng meme as if they had finally discovered something interesting.

"Sister can do it, sister can't do it" even became a hot word in the comment section.

Zhang Deng's advertising fees increased again, and some media even wanted to interview him.

Zhang Deng was still very interested in media interviews. When he dreamed of becoming a writer, he often imagined that after he became famous, the media would interview him about what he felt like as a well-known writer. However, after thinking about it, he still refused.

Zhang Deng hugged the quilt in bed, feeling regretful and righteously refusing. Wei Yuanye put on his clothes and urged him to go out to buy groceries, saying, "If you want to join, go ahead."

"No way," Zhang Deng said with a dull look in his eyes, hugging the quilt as he sat up. "They just want to take advantage of my traffic!"

Wei Yuanye: "You are quite understanding."

He got up and dressed in a daze, lighting the lamp, muttering to himself, "These are all false. I must not have false thoughts, illusions, actions, or words. They are all false."

Going grocery shopping with Wei Yuanye had become a daily routine. As long as they had nothing else to do, they would go to the supermarket in the afternoon. After Zhang Deng left, he was still a little indignant. He said, "They just want to hear gossip. They don't care about my work at all."

Wei Yuanye said: "Your gossip is also your work."

Zhang Deng: "This is too advanced. I can't understand it."

Wei Yuanye: "Only your gossip is so dramatic."

Zhang Deng looked at him in confusion, waiting for Wei Yuanye to explain.

Wei Yuanye walked out of the elevator and said, "No one else is as funny as you."

Zhang Deng pinched his arm angrily. At this moment, he seemed to hear something suddenly, turned around, and saw a girl behind him holding a camera towards them.

Zhang Deng's heart sank, and Wei Yuanye also saw it when he turned around. He patted Zhang Deng's shoulder and motioned him to wait there. Wei Yuanye walked towards the girl.

The girl took a step back and hesitated whether to run, but seeing that Wei Yuanye had his hands in his pockets and didn't seem to have any hostility, she stood there and looked at them.

Wei Yuanye said: "Deleted it."

The girl hid her phone behind her back and said, "I'm a fan of both of you."

Wei Yuanye only said this, his expression unchanged. He grabbed her collar with one hand, using his height advantage to grab her phone from behind with his other hand. The screen was still on the video page, and he flipped through a few pictures before deleting them all. He also browsed through other photos.

The girl immediately tried to grab it: "Give it back to me, I'll call the police."

Wei Yuanye really gave it back to her and put the phone back in her hand, but he didn't let go immediately. He said, "You don't have a job, right?"

The girl tried to grab the phone and said through gritted teeth, "Mind your own business."

"I live alone and have no friends," Wei Yuanye said. "I've been following us downstairs, and no one cares whether you come home or not."

The girl said, "What do you mean?"

Wei Yuanye was much taller than her. When she looked down at him, there was no expression on his face. With his appearance, he looked very fierce as long as he didn't show any expression.

Wei Yuanye still held her phone in his hand, his back to the crowd, almost shrouding her in his shadow. He asked, "How many days will it take for you to be discovered after you've died?"

The girl opened her eyes wide, her pupils slightly tightened and then dilated, and her whole body trembled physiologically.

Wei Yuanye let go of his hand, and the girl was thrown back by the inertia of the phone being snatched away. She couldn't hold the phone, and it fell to the ground with a "bang".

Wei Yuanye took out his other hand from his pocket. The girl saw a flash of silver light, which only flashed for a moment between his fingers, and he put it back into his sleeve as if nothing had happened.

The girl was sure that this was meant for her.

She couldn't help but feel hesitant in the gap of fear - what on earth does this person do?

Are there still such barbarians now?

A pair of hands suddenly reached out, and the girl screamed in fright, only to see Zhang Deng coming over to help her up. Seeing her so nervous, Zhang Deng quickly let go of her hand, picked up her phone, checked it, handed it to her, and said, "The screen is broken."

Zhang Deng said to Wei Yuanye, "Why are you doing this?"

Wei Yuanye said: "She fell by herself."

He acted as if nothing had happened, reached out to the girl and asked, "Are you okay?"

The girl looked at his face and saw Wei Yuanye raised his eyebrows at him, the vicious threat in his look was self-evident.

The girl had no choice but to put her hand on his and let Wei Yuanye pull her up.

Zhang Deng said, "I'm so sorry."

"I'll compensate you," Zhang Deng said, "but don't do this kind of thing again."

The girl hurriedly clutched the phone in her hand and said, "No thanks."

Zhang Deng: "No, or——"

The girl yelled, "I told you no more!"

Zhang Deng was startled, but the girl ran away without looking back.

"What did you say to her?" Zhang Deng asked, "What happened to her?"

Wei Yuanye shrugged, also expressing his confusion, and said, "She seems mentally unstable."

Zhang Deng had no doubts. He felt that people nowadays were a little crazy, even crazier than a psychopath like him. Zhang Deng said, "She probably won't come again like this."

Wei Yuanye said, "It's included."

Zhang Deng criticized him, "You should use less of those words. Be careful, you won't be able to speak complete sentences in the future."

Wei Yuanye said, "Got it."

Zhang Deng had no way to deal with him.

The issue of being followed was finally resolved, and Zhang Deng felt relieved. He said, "Shall we have something good to eat today?"

Wei Yuanye: "Sure."

Zhang Deng began to announce the names of the dishes: "Red-braised pork, scallion-braised chicken, sweet and sour pork tenderloin—"

"You should hire a cook." Wei Yuanye immediately changed his mind.

These dishes can be prepared quickly in an afternoon.

Zhang Deng smiled and said, "Then I'll treat you to a meal?"

"There's a delicious Western restaurant," Zhang Deng said. "The atmosphere is also great, and it's perfect for taking photos. I can take some nice photos of you."

Wei Yuanye saw that he really wanted to go and had no objection, so the two of them changed their travel plans from going to the supermarket to driving to eat.

Zhang Deng sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with his phone for a while, then said, "Well, that's great. No reservation is needed this afternoon. There's a seat available, but it's in the lobby."

Wei Yuanye said, "There's no need for a private room for two people."

Wei Yuanye doesn't care much about these things. Zhang Deng can't even tell Wei Yuanye's spending habits from him. He can wear slippers that cost a few dollars, pajamas that cost dozens of dollars, clothes that cost thousands of dollars don't seem expensive to him, and cars worth hundreds of thousands of dollars can be given away casually.

From this perspective, he should be a casual person, but Wei Yuanye's lifestyle is completely rich. He is regular and healthy, does not eat junk food at all, and insists on exercising. Generally speaking, such a regular schedule is not something that ordinary people can stick to.

Wei Yuanye's temperament is very chaotic and complicated. Sometimes he looks like a tough guy, and sometimes like a nobleman. It is impossible to find a qualitative concept about him.

Zhang Deng has studied character creation, and he knows that human beings are three-dimensional and cannot be summarized in a few words, but Wei Yuanye is a bit too rough. You have no idea what Wei Yuanye is interested in and what he is indifferent to. You can't even guess what he will do in the next second.

Zhang Deng asked, "How much money do you have?"

"How much do you want?" Wei Yuanye said casually while driving.

Zhang Deng: "I don't want it. I just feel like you have no concept of money at all."

Wei Yuanye: "I don't need it."

He seemed very cool and nonchalant. "When I'm gone, I'll give it all to you. You can have it now."

Zhang Deng felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this.

Wei Yuanye also felt something was wrong. He said, "But I won't leave now."

"You don't need to remind me." Zhang Deng said, "I know you'll leave sooner or later."

Wei Yuanye glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

Zhang Deng said, "Don't worry, I won't rely on you."

Wei Yuanye was the one who came to help him. Zhang Deng thought very clearly. He knew from the beginning that he could not like Wei Yuanye, nor could he rely on him, otherwise there would be trouble in the future.

Zhang Deng had been accustomed to self-abstinence in the first 26 years of his life. As long as he didn't invest too much emotion at the beginning, he would not get hurt in the future.

Having been abandoned, not chosen, and hated by so many people, he has his own theory about interpersonal relationships: enjoy it more while it is good, and don't be too sad when you give up.

Just enjoy it. No matter what, don't put your sincerity on one end of the scale, like a yellow-skinned man asking for a title, chasing others for an equal relationship.

Wei Yuanye pursed his lips and said, "That's not what I meant."

He really didn't mean that. Wei Yuanye never thought too much before speaking and never made hints.

But Zhang Deng was too sensitive. He could hear the hidden meaning in Wei Yuanye's words that he himself didn't hear. Zhang Deng was not angry. He was just expressing his position. He said, "Whether you mean that or not, I'm not angry at all."

"I'm just so incredibly grateful," Zhang Deng said. "I won't blame you for being so kind to me even though you were leaving. Help is help, and I've truly received your care. Without you, it would have been difficult for me to get this far. This is all true, and I won't repay kindness with enmity, thinking you're dragging me down."

Zhang Deng said, "I'm quite tactful, really."

Wei Yuanye gripped the steering wheel tightly, but it was hard to feel happy when hearing such words that clearly defined the boundaries. In fact, his heart sank even more.

Zhang Deng said, "Even if you leave, I will still be grateful to you. Because you helped me, and your departure was something we agreed upon from the beginning. I won't be sad about it at all."

"Well, to be honest, maybe a little," Zhang Deng said, "because I'm still a little used to it, but it will pass slowly, just like before."

Wei Yuanye said: "Okay, I understand."

He didn't want to listen anymore.

Is the mission really that difficult to complete? Wei Yuanye suddenly thought, why haven't I heard anyone say this before?

Zhang Deng suddenly said happily, "We're here!"

He seemed to have forgotten this unhappy incident and showed Wei Yuanye the way to the underground parking lot. Zhang Deng hadn't been here for a long time.

It is undeniable that he is indeed a somewhat literary boy and he likes this kind of petty-bourgeois restaurant with a romantic atmosphere.

This restaurant places a seasonal flower on each table for guests and gives different small gifts when they leave. Zhang Deng likes this somewhat flashy romantic plot the most.

The two walked into the restaurant one after the other. The waiter came up to them and said, "We have a reservation."

The waiter said, "Mr. Zhang, right?"

"The table you reserved is by the window," the waiter said as he led them there. "At this time, you can just see the sunset over the river. You can take pictures from this side; the lighting is softer."

Zhang Deng liked this thoughtfulness very much and looked at Wei Yuanye with a smile. Wei Yuanye was a little absent-minded and nodded.

"Light the lights——?" A familiar voice came from behind them, and both of them turned around at the same time.

Liu Yan asked somewhat displeasedly: "Why are you here?"

Zhang Deng was stunned for a moment, then saw He Xiaoqiu standing behind Liu Yan out of the corner of his eye.

Liu Yan glanced at them and said, "Don't tell me this is a coincidence."

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