Chapter 80 Playing Around: Zhuang Fuyao decided not to pay him any attention for the next minute...

The post on her WeChat Moments was made by Liang Huaixu during a video call.

After I posted it, the comments section was incredibly supportive, with many people leaving messages saying they definitely wanted to try it when they had time.

This wasn't just empty talk. Before this, Mr. Liang hadn't made any promotional statements, so everyone was curious about what kind of restaurant it was, as well as the relationship between the restaurant owner and Mr. Liang. They wondered who the other person was that would make Mr. Liang promote the restaurant on his WeChat Moments.

...

Liang Huaixu had just come out of the shower, and his breath still carried the damp heat from the bathroom.

In matters of the heart, his thinking is programmed; he automatically extrapolates from the previous relationship patterns between the two.

So when he saw the message Zhuang Fuyao sent him, his subconscious thought was that it was something flirtatious. In that case, the key is not what little wish he has, but what she wants to do.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he replied, "What may I wish for?"

Zhuang Fuyao: [I'll take you to the amusement park this weekend.]

Liang Huaixu was stunned for a moment.

Realizing he'd overthought things, he couldn't help but chuckle, rubbing his forehead: "Okay."

Unlike sixteen years ago, amusement parks are no longer monopolized by foreign brands; now they are diverse and unique.

Liang Huaixu had absolutely nothing to do with amusement parks; the claim that he was accompanying him was actually entirely Zhuang Fuyao's own idea to go.

On Friday evening, she obediently asked Ms. Ji for permission to go to the amusement park with Liang Huaixu the next morning, and wanted to go that night. This way, it would be more convenient for the two of them to leave together the next day.

Ji Lan glanced at her daughter, seeing through her intentions but saying nothing, yet she didn't stop her either.

Zhuang Fuyao used sweet words to coax Ms. Ji into giving her permission, and went directly to Boya Bay after get off work on Friday.

Logically speaking, on such a rare night together, there should naturally be some intimate moments.

But going to the amusement park tomorrow is physically demanding, and with Ms. Ji's reminder, Zhuang Fuyao was a little worried about Liang Huaixu's health, so she was particularly well-behaved tonight.

Beside him, Liang Huaixu seemed preoccupied.

He was used to the feeling of being reunited with Zhuang Fuyao after a short separation, and now that he was doing nothing, he felt insecure and had no desire to sleep at all.

He lay stiffly on the bed, his mind filled with Yu Heng's phone call. He had kept this matter in his heart for several days. He hadn't asked about it then, but after so many days, he couldn't bring himself to ask.

He was afraid of appearing petty.

...

Zhuang Fuyao slept well last night because she didn't exercise. When the alarm rang, she didn't stay in bed. She got up excitedly, washed up, put on makeup, and changed her clothes.

She chose a white down jacket and wore a fluffy bear hat to keep warm.

Seeing her dressed like that, Liang Huaixu silently put the old-fashioned black down jacket back and decided to let her help him choose clothes.

But he only had a few styles of winter coats in his walk-in closet, and no matter how he picked, they were all the same. In the end, Zhuang Fuyao had no choice but to take out one of her own gray and white woolen hats and put it on him.

And you know what? It really does have a finishing touch effect.

The serious and old-fashioned cadre suddenly became trendy. After breakfast, she took her "trendy" boyfriend to the amusement park.

It's the off-season now, so even without using the U-Pass, there's not much of a queue. According to Zhuang Fuyao's preferences, she'll naturally play whatever is most thrilling.

But it's very cold outside now. If you ride the roller coaster for a few rounds, you'll freeze to death.

In addition, she was not comfortable letting Liang Huaixu do such exciting activities, so after consideration, she chose indoor activities.

The indoor activity she wanted to experience was interstellar flight. With fifteen minutes to go before it started, she and Liang Huaixu sat on the massage chairs in the waiting area for a while.

At the same time, Hu Xuzhe was passing by the entrance of a building that resembled a spaceship with his wife and children.

Hu Xuzhe and his wife walked together, with their youngest son beside them. He had just turned eight years old and still looked very young. He spoke in a childish voice, "Daddy, let's go ride the spaceship."

"Okay," Hu Xuzhe replied, sounding slightly impatient.

These kinds of parent-child activities are the most boring. Throughout the whole process, Hu Xuzhe dragged his body around like a walking corpse.

But he had promised his wife he would come with their son once, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow along.

Suddenly seeing something, his eyes quickly focused, and he turned around to lead his son back.

Mrs. Hu said with displeasure, "What are you doing?"

Hu Xuzhe didn't even turn his head. "Didn't our son say he wanted to ride the kids' version of the drop tower? There's one nearby. We'll have to wait more than ten minutes here. Let's go ride that one first."

"Alright."

After leaving, Hu Xuzhe breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Who would have thought he would be so unlucky as to run into Liang Huaixu and his wife at the amusement park?

If his wife saw this, she would probably make sarcastic remarks again. He didn't need to guess what she would say: "Look, he's already accompanying Zhuang Fuyao to the amusement park for a date, but you, you're not even willing to spend time with your son."

Hu Xuzhe shrugged; if he couldn't beat him, he could always dodge him.

After riding the drop tower, Hu Xuzhe found another excuse to take his wife and son on a different route.

In short, avoid it if you can.

After leaving the interstellar pavilion, the cold wind that hit her made Zhuang Fuyao shiver, and she slipped her hand into Liang Huaixu's jacket pocket.

Liang Huaixu reached in and warmed her hands, "Where do you want to go next?"

“Let’s follow this route for now.” Zhuang Fuyao blinked. “But I’d like to have a hot milk tea first; it’s a bit cold.”

When Song Qing complained to her about how her mother often sent her health and wellness videos, Zhuang Fuyao thought that Ms. Ji was alright; she could talk about it when they met, but she wouldn't send her those videos.

What's outrageous is that Ms. Ji doesn't say anything, but Liang Huaixu will, and he'll even send her videos like this every now and then, such as "Top Ten Unhealthy Foods" and "On the Harmful Effects of Non-dairy Cream in Milk Tea"...

Thinking that they were out having fun today, Liang Huaixu became much more agreeable. "I'll go buy it for you. What flavor do you want to drink?"

"Hot taro bouillon, full sugar."

"70% sugar at most."

"...Alright then, seven points it is."

After receiving the milk tea, Zhuang Fuyao took a big gulp, her expression as if it were some kind of delicacy.

Her eyes darted around, "Do you want to drink it?"

Despite repeatedly saying that milk tea is unhealthy, Liang Huaixu still took a sip without being disappointed.

Zhuang Fuyao asked expectantly, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

"It's just a sweet soup, nothing special."

How ridiculous! Zhuang Fuyao decided not to pay any attention to him for the next minute.

Her gaze wandered aimlessly around her, but she avoided looking at him.

What's really funny is that she actually saw bagels there.

Just as I was about to call for help, I saw a boy walk up to the bagel with a cup of milk tea.

—It is Jing Song.

Is this some kind of male supporting character storyline?

Zhuang Fuyao quickly turned her head away, pretending nothing had happened.

She stood there and drank several sips of milk tea. About a minute later, she started talking to Liang Huaixu again.

Not far from them, Jing Song asked, "Really not drinking?"

Shu Run shook her head, "No, I'm on a diet and cutting out sugar recently."

Jing Song nodded, and while the others were still waiting for her to reply, she chatted with her junior sister, "Have you been very busy lately? The last few times I asked you to come out to the movies, you said you were too busy. My mom keeps asking me how things are going between you and me."

"Yes, I resigned and changed jobs during this period."

Jing Song was surprised, "I've never heard you mention this before."

She said in a relaxed tone, "Because I don't know what the outcome will be, I don't want to say 'Hey, I resigned' to everyone."

Jing Song smiled and said, "That's true."

But there's still a slight sense of loss. Shurun ​​used to share her recent updates in the small group chat, but lately there's been no news at all.

"Why haven't they come back yet? Did they fall into the toilet?" Jing Song joked, taking out his phone. "We just bumped into each other. Want to take a picture? To appease our elders."

"No need." Shu Run thought for a moment, "Senior brother, let's explain things to our elders."

She initially agreed to help her senior brother deal with the elders, partly because she panicked in the face of her aunt's urging and veiled threats.

On the other hand, there was also an element of resentment. She thought that Liang Chaoluo had a childhood sweetheart, and he could go to pick her up when they were on a date, so why couldn't she pretend to be on a blind date with her senior brother?

But later, she still felt that this was not good. She felt that if two people wanted to be together, they couldn't use this to get angry. Even the purest feelings could easily become tainted in this way, so she made excuses to postpone her meetings with her senior brother many times.

It's been more than half a year since she graduated, and she has experienced many things that she never experienced in school.

She used to be a very easygoing and gentle person, or rather, she didn't have much of her own opinion.

This tendency to follow the crowd has already caused her great losses, and Shurun ​​feels that she needs to have her own attitude and direction in life from now on.

Figure out what kind of life you want.

As for her relationship with Liang Chaoluo, even if they eventually separate due to the difference in their family backgrounds, she will be able to let go gracefully.

No matter what, she wants to become a better version of herself.

This is also the core spirit she felt from Sister Fuyao and Song Qing.

"Are you getting married to your boyfriend?" Jing Song asked, a hint of barely perceptible panic creeping in.

Shu Run shook her head and smiled, "It has nothing to do with that, it's just that my mindset has changed, or you could say I've become braver..."

-

Song Qing lay on the bed, listlessly playing with her phone.

Today is Saturday, and she originally wanted to invite the two of them out, but they both said they had other plans.

She had no choice but to stay home, watching TV series, scrolling through Weibo and Instagram.

During the seven or eight-second commercial break while watching her show, she casually opened her Instagram feed, paused, and pressed the pause button on the TV.

Ace actually replied to her message, in Chinese: I'm glad you like me. My personal Weibo account is xxx.

Song Qing's first thought was, "Could my idol's account have been hacked?"

Since accepting the invitation, she had been sending out notes like she was sending memos, posting whatever came to mind, but she never expected Ace to reply to her.

She was just the lead singer of a small, unknown band in China, while her opponent was a world-renowned singer.

She searched online but found no abnormal information about Ace's account. Song Qing then searched for the Weibo account with a mixture of curiosity and excitement and followed it.

Before I could even send a message, the other party replied.

Ace: [Is this Song Qing? Hello, this is my personal Weibo account. Please don't tell anyone else about this account.]

At this point, Song Qing was still in a daze, thinking that either this was a dream or some bizarre event.

Ace: [Don't be nervous, I'm not a scammer. We met at Qingfeng Pavilion last time.]

Song Qing's eyes gradually widened, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out that what I saw last time really was it!

She said it really looked like her, but she never expected Ace to appear in China... and she even saw Ace's real face.

Song Qing suppressed her excitement and replied: 【Ahhh, idol! I've been a fan of yours for years! Don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone.】

She was practically jumping for joy.

Ace replied with a heart emoji.

After expressing her joy, Song Qing didn't dare to bother her idol too much. She just quietly browsed her idol's Weibo.

Ace's Weibo posts don't reveal her identity at all, but each post is very unique, like something Ace would post.

While she was looking at his Weibo, Yu Heng also clicked in to look at Song Qing's Weibo, but he didn't pay much attention to the specific content of the Weibo post, and instead went straight to the comments section.

After browsing through several Weibo posts, he finally found traces of Zhuang Fuyao's Weibo account and immediately clicked on it.

I registered my Weibo account a few years ago, and there were very few updates in those years. I've only started updating more frequently in the last six months.

Seeing the overturned drinks in the vending machine, she said, "I was wondering which one to drink, but seeing how eager you are, I'll take this one."

Yu Heng smiled and continued scrolling down.

The content she posts consists of small, everyday moments of her life, showing that she lives a refined life without showing off her wealth. She is simply recording her happy and joyful little days.

Yu Heng displayed a level of patience several times greater than usual in this matter. Before he knew it, more than twenty minutes had passed, and he was reading more and more slowly, as if he were handling some precious treasure.

I came across a Weibo post where she was showing off her old things, including a little comic she drew on scrap paper when she was in high school.

Yu Heng recalled the image of her sitting by the window, her hair fluttering in the wind, and a deep feeling stirred within him.

He had kept this memory sealed away for many years, never daring to recall it, and every time he thought about it, he felt a deep, agonizing regret.

Back then, Zhuang Fuyao also had feelings for him. If he hadn't gone abroad, he would definitely have been the one she ended up with after graduation, and Liang Huaixu wouldn't have had a chance!

After being rejected by Zhuang Fuyao when he was in his second year of high school, he did not give up. He thought that perseverance would eventually pay off, and with a few more months to go, he would still have a chance.

It wasn't until Liang Huaixu called him out to speak.

Liang Huaixu said he had to respect Zhuang Fuyao's thoughts. Zhuang Fuyao's parents were both in China, and her grades were gradually catching up, so there was absolutely no need for her to go abroad. He also said righteously that one shouldn't be too selfish, and since he liked her, he should consider her future.

Liang Huaixu was the class monitor of Zhuang Fuyao's class, known for his impartiality and disdain for early relationships, so Yu Heng didn't think much of it. Now, thinking back, what a "refined scoundrel" he is! That perfectly describes Liang Huaixu!! It was blatant unfair competition; by the time he returned to China, they would be together!

This matter left Yu Heng feeling resentful for many years, especially since he had personally witnessed Zhuang Fuyao and Liang Huaixu's wedding.

He claimed to others that he happened to be in China, but in reality, he deliberately canceled many other commitments to return to China...

Nothing is more heartbreaking than seeing your loved one marry someone else.

He didn't return to China for many years after that.

Looking back on these things now, he feels a mix of sweetness, sadness, and regret. He went to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of strong liquor, and drank it without any regard for his health, venting all his emotions in the alcohol.

Just as he was getting a little tipsy, he suddenly had an inspiration, hummed a tune, and then took out a piece of paper to write it down.

After finishing one paragraph, I wrote a second one...

In the end, he even forgot to drink the wine.

The melodic fragments he wrote evoked a gentle, flowing memory of youth, yet because they were memories, they also felt wistful and melancholic, leaving Yu Heng with a sense of satisfaction.

In recent years, he has experienced many exciting things in search of inspiration. He recently returned to China, partly to escape his debts and partly to change his environment to continue seeking inspiration.

The inspiration he had been searching for for more than half a year suddenly came to him after seeing Zhuang Fuyao's Weibo post.

Yu Heng chuckled self-deprecatingly.