My Tumultuous Years

Whose youth isn’t a mess?

I was an Illegitimate Child, and my Mother died inexplicably in a car with a married Man.

Thankfully, Aunt Jun held up the sky for me.

For her, I can ignore...

Chapter 18: Professionals can't beat me, an amateur

Take this, a big bag of money, probably just withdrawn, five neatly arranged stacks.

“That’s too much.”

"What are you talking about? With our relationship, how could I possibly let you down? I only bought one for 500 yuan, and if you fix it, I can resell it and make several thousand yuan. I still think that's too little!"

I tried to refuse, but Boss Zhao just forced the money into my arms:

"Don't be polite to me. If you keep pushing me away, it means you don't treat me as your own. Besides, I'll have more troubles for you in the future."

I couldn't persuade him, so I had to take the money.

He got on the little motorcycle and rode straight to Xu Yiting.

When I was repairing my computer, she called me and said that someone wanted another game cheat and asked me to come over and take a look.

When I went over, Xu Yiting was chatting with a woman.

She looked about the same age as Aunt Jun, with big wavy dark purple hair.

She has a high nose bridge, a small mouth, and a pair of phoenix eyes that look charming and graceful.

A black denim top with a tank top underneath.

The skirt was not long, and as she sat on the bar stool, her long legs were dazzlingly white.

I looked at her, and she was also looking at me: "What a handsome little brother, are you Zheng Yang?"

"Yes! He is Zheng Yang." Xu Yiting walked around the bar:

"Zheng Yang! This is Sister Liang Huan!"

"Oh! Hello!" I thought just saying hello would be enough, but Liang Huan stretched out her slender white hand.

Her nails are long and painted with red nail polish.

I was stunned, Liang Huan grabbed my hand and chuckled:

"What's up, little brother? You've never shaken hands with a girl?"

This... I don't think I've shaken hands with her very often. The one I shook hands with the most was Aunt Jun.

Xu Yiting frowned, obviously feeling unhappy.

"Brother! I came all the way from Kyoto specifically to see you. How about we go to the hotel and talk?"