The car full of roses, the eighteen carefully selected gifts, the cheers and shouts of the bustling crowd, all of this seemed to be isolated far away.

The world was very small at this moment, so small that it could only accommodate two people. Zuo You hugged Fu Shenzhi tightly, and the two of them kissed each other in the crowd. At this moment, they could only see each other.

A huge roar erupted from the crowd, and the excited people sincerely blessed the two people in the center of the crowd.

Not far away from the dense crowd, a Taoist priest in a white robe was sitting on the roof with his legs open, picking his toes.

After a while, a black-robed Taoist priest floated over and landed silently on the eaves next to the white-robed Taoist priest. The raised eaves only had a small area for footing, but he was able to stand on it steadily, which showed that his skills were profound and should not be underestimated.

After picking his toes, Bodhi began shaking his legs. Seeing someone approaching, he said sincerely, "My dear disciple, the roof is so spacious, why are you standing on that narrow eaves? If you fall down accidentally, you will die."

The Taoist priest in black robes was already familiar with Bodhi's eccentricities. The best way to deal with such nonsense was to ignore it.

The black-robed Taoist said calmly, "Bodhi, you know that the laws of nature are constant, and this world has its own rules. This world has long been destined that Jiang Chen and Su Yuhe are the ones who will have a happy ending, and they are destined not to be together."

Bodhi laughed and picked his teeth in an ungentlemanly manner: "Bullshit Heavenly Dao."

The veins on the black-robed Taoist's forehead throbbed, and he stumbled, having been steady on his feet. He remembered that Bodhi had just used this hand to pick at his toes.

The black-robed Taoist flicked his sleeves and asked coldly, "Bodhi, do you really want to go against heaven?!"

Bodhi said, "What's wrong with a fight? It's not like I haven't fought before. Winning or losing doesn't matter, and gains and losses don't matter."

"Okay, okay." The black-robed Taoist laughed angrily and gritted his teeth. "Since that's the case, Master is so stubborn, don't worry about your disciple's cruelty. I will prove to you with facts that you are wrong and I am right."

The Taoist in black robes waved his sleeves and left. With just a tap of his toes, his figure disappeared into the sky. His figure was ethereal, like a crane. If ordinary people saw him, they would be shocked and exclaim that there really were gods in the world.

"Excellent agility, excellent agility." Bodhi narrowed his eyes and looked at the place where he left, and smiled nonchalantly: "As expected of my disciple, you resemble me when I was young, full of youthful vigor."

Bodhi yawned lazily, then casually lay down with his arms folded in his arms, his head in his arms, sprawled out on the roof of someone else's house. Anyway, he had cast a spell, so his figure was hidden, so ordinary people couldn't see him.

Bodhi tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Oh, it's that kid."

In the sight, outside the dense crowd, there stood a young man in a black motorcycle suit for a long time.

The young man's brows were shrouded in a gloomy and angry look. He leaned against a corner of the street, a cigarette in his mouth, smoking silently while looking at the bustling crowd over there.

Amidst the smoke, Jiang Chen was terrifyingly calm, his heart almost numb from the initial pain.

There was even a vicious hatred growing deep in his heart, which gradually grew into a dense towering tree with unstoppable momentum, taking deep roots in his beating heart.

As soon as Jiang Chen closed his eyes, he could clearly hear the hatred roaring deep in his heart: Zuo You, why do you treat me like this?!

He lowered his head, took two vicious puffs of his cigarette, and crushed the butt between his toes. Jiang Chen felt ridiculous. He had gone mad when he learned that Zuo You had been hit by a car and was in the hospital. He looked like a clown.

What is there to feel sorry for Zuo You? He must be crazy to like this bitch Zuo You.

Jiang Chen thought fiercely, "No, never again. From now on, he will keep Zuo You captive and humiliate her mercilessly. He will make sure that Zuo You will never escape from his clutches."

And he would never give Zuo You a legitimate status. He wanted to humiliate her, torture her, and make her pay the price for what she did today!

"Jiang... Young Master Jiang."

A timid voice sounded, and Jiang Chen turned his head with annoyance, and saw a little girl with a clear face and a pair of shy and watery eyes.

The little girl had short hair that reached her shoulders, no makeup, and was dressed neatly in her school uniform with a floral headband wrapped around her wrist.

Jiang Chen's heart suddenly went empty and started beating faster for no reason. The girl in front of him was dressed very much like Zuo You, and her round almond eyes were very much like Zuo You's.

Jiang Chen reluctantly recalled the person before him. It seemed to be the Huang family's youngest daughter. The Huang family had once been a subsidiary of the Jiang family, and Jiang Chen had met their daughter, Huang Xiaofei, once or twice. On those previous occasions, Huang Xiaofei had always been dressed up in alluring and charming attire, no different from the other aristocratic ladies competing for attention at the banquet. Jiang Chen hadn't made a deep impression on her.

But today Huang Xiaofei's clothes and appearance have changed drastically. He did not deliberately dress up and had no makeup on, revealing his original handsome face.

Jiang Chen then realized that Huang Xiaofei's natural appearance was very similar to Zuo You's, with round eyes and slightly chubby cheeks, which made people want to pinch them.

In the past, a small family like the Huang family would not have the qualifications to talk to Young Master Jiang. But today the Jiang family is different from what it used to be. People from such small families now have the courage to chat with him.

Jiang Chen twitched the corner of his mouth in a mocking manner. He didn't want to give too much condescending glances to the girl in front of him. He impatiently wanted to push her away and leave.

At this moment, Huang Xiaofei grabbed his collar and said, "Master Jiang, there is something I must tell you. I like you, I like you."

Jiang Chen's figure suddenly stopped.

Huang Xiaofei's voice was so timid when he first called him that Jiang Chen couldn't quite hear it. However, Jiang Chen heard the two words of his confession clearly; Huang Xiaofei's voice was almost identical to Zuo You's.

If you don't look carefully, you can't tell the difference at all!

Huang Xiaofei looked at Jiang Chen's expression and bit his lip nervously.

She did it on purpose!

Huang Xiaofei was betting. Many people said that Jiang Chen liked Su Yuhe, but Huang Xiaofei didn't think so. He once saw Jiang Chen watching Zuo You's movie scenes over and over again in a daze, with cigarette butts scattered all over the ground under his feet.

Jiang Chen likes Zuo You!

Huang Xiaofei decided to take a gamble. She and Zuo You looked 50% similar, and after she dressed up and put on makeup, the 50% similarity became 70% or 80%.

She also tried hard to imitate Zuo You's tone and accent, trying to make the same sound as Zuo You.

Huang Xiaofei looked at Jiang Chen who had stopped nervously, his fingers tightly clenched together.

Then, a brute force suddenly grabbed her and the next second, she was pressed against the wall by Jiang Chen, and his lips with the smell of cigarettes covered hers.

When the two let go, Huang Xiaofei was choked by the cigarette and started coughing and gasping, with redness at the corners of his eyes.

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, then reached out to wipe away the tears from her eyes: "Huang Xiaofei, right? Okay, I'll be your boyfriend from now on."