Chapter 39 [VIP]
401 was completely silent.
Xia Xing has been acting like he's on steroids lately, always disappearing with an excited expression, probably busy with the bloodline test. The police started summoning him this afternoon, but he still hasn't returned.
However, Tan Quelu didn't have time to think about that anymore.
He opened his Weibo account and read the comments one by one.
From the first post on Weibo with the tagline "[Strongly Watching]", to the recent comment "[Strongly Defending the View - Reincarnated]", there are actually more than a dozen different accounts with different suffixes.
As soon as one person blocks the chatterbox, another one emerges from the crowd, like a persistent ghost.
Tan Quelu had never paid any attention to it before, so much so that he only just realized that the tone of this pseudonym was very similar to Wei Guan's.
I can't quite put my finger on what makes it resemble anything.
It's that calm, trendy surfing vibe that's so similar.
The system immediately denied it in its mind: [No, host, the NPC boss is a shrewd, powerful, and decisive young CEO!]
How could he possibly have a dozen fake accounts secretly stalking/harassing you every day, commenting on your every social media post, and immediately advising you to break up as soon as you start a relationship?
[This must be some unemployed, creepy guy with no job; his behavior is freakish and definitely not some powerful NPC!]
Tan Quelu ignored it, staring at the screen. After a while, he slowly began to type.
Eden Group Office.
A red dot suddenly appeared in the message list.
Wei Guan raised an eyebrow, and a few seconds later, he slowly opened the reply prompt.
User tqlhpl replied to User Strong Watcher - Reincarnated: That's right.
User tqlhpl replied to User Strong Watcher - Reincarnated: Diaoyu Islands are an inseparable and permanent part of China's territory!
It was followed by a "Wolf Warrior" thumbs-up emoji.
This was the first time Tan Quelu had replied to someone in the online world.
Wei Guan remained silent.
He almost laughed.
The young man, supporting his chin with his hand, suppressed a laugh as he opened WeChat and sent a message directly to Elk Green.
[That's right.]
[Chlorophyll will definitely get full marks on this year's political exam.]
[...]
Tan Quelu made a video call directly.
The reporter answered immediately.
On the floating electronic screen, a black-haired boy leans close to the camera, his innocent big eyes looking at him, so bewildered, so adorable, so innocent.
"Wei Guan, is that really you?!"
Wei Guan hummed in agreement, then mimicked his tone: "Que Lu, it really is me."
There was absolutely no panic at the prospect of being exposed.
Fan Er, on the other hand, was completely calm and composed.
The system shocked the entire family: [My God... I never expected that this perverted man who harasses the host every day is actually Wei Guan! Host, run!]
【Shut up. 】
Tan Quelu remained calm: "Even if it's Wei Guan, what good is a piece of trash like you?"
[...]
The system ran away crying for the Nth time.
The office lights were bright.
Wei Guan looked at the green peacock, tapped the table lightly, and got straight to the point without changing his expression: "I heard you're in love again."
Que Lu nodded: "That's right, this time it's Xie Chenbi, the heir of the Xie family."
The key point is not the object name.
The young man was handsome, with no change in expression: "The tablet I gave you, did you only watch the cartoon part?"
I haven't watched any science documentaries or early childhood emotional education programs, which is why I started another so-called "relationship" after finally breaking up with my boyfriend.
And it's a seamless connection.
How brave! She broke up with Zhong Wan, and on the third day, she got together with her best friend.
A kind of beauty that disregards the life or death of anyone.
"No," Tan Quelu shook her head and said, "After finishing watching Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, I watched all those educational shows and learned a lot. Don't worry, I definitely won't be fooled by a man again this time!"
Wei looked at him and repeated, "I've learned a lot."
Tan Quelu gave an example: "Protect yourself, don't suppress your temper, don't compromise, don't be subjected to emotional abuse from your partner, and learn to bravely say goodbye when necessary!"
Wei Guan listened for a long time, but he didn't know what these words had to do with Tan Quelu.
He felt that Tan Quelu wouldn't compromise his principles.
Because Tan Quelu would directly kill the person who wronged him.
Wei Guan remained expressionless, pondered for a long time, and realized that he still had no way to deal with the boy on the screen.
I don't want to lecture him.
I don't want to accuse him of being wrong or absurd.
I don't want to use our special emotional connection at this moment to demand that he obey and break up with me.
Wei Guan certainly knew.
For Elk Green, she was different from everyone else.
He is a businessman, a capitalist more astute than a predator. Perhaps he has never experienced any emotional fluctuations from childhood to adulthood, but the market is more sensitive than people, and money speaks louder than people.
Without asking or probing, Wei Guan can sense the heart of the bird.
Tan Chuanlu is ruthless, twisted, bloody, and fanatical.
But he was also pure, innocent and clueless like a blank sheet of paper.
Faced with such a blank slate, Wei Guan lost the ease and confidence he had when dealing with the market.
He felt he had left a mark on Que Lu's heart, yet he became even more cautious. Que Lu was like a studious child, roughly molded and worn down, losing normal perception, only to be lifted up by him and slowly re-exploring the world.
Wei Guan could not feel any pride in this special treatment.
Because the one holding his hand was such a scarred, bewildered, and ferocious young man.
On the screen, Tan Quelu looked at Wei Guan with an innocent and bewildered expression.
He finally remembered to ask, "Wei Guan, when did you find out about my alternate account?"
"The day we first met."
Wei Guan lowered his eyes and calmly replied, "I think you're very special. Even when you fell, you were so stubborn and pure, so I couldn't help but ask my assistant to check your file. I'm sorry."
The words fell.
Tan Quelu exclaimed "Ah!", blinked, and surprisingly wasn't angry. Instead, she nodded understandingly: "It's okay—you've never seen such a stubborn little white flower like me before, have you? It's alright, it's alright, I understand you."
Sure enough, his acting skills are still very good.
Wei Guan hummed in agreement, and looking into Que Lü's bright and smug eyes, a hint of a smile appeared in his dark eyes as well.
Hesitating and deliberating, frowning and deep in thought, unable to make a decision.
Beneath his calm and composed exterior lay words he uttered only after countless hours of contemplation.
Fortunately, the results were satisfactory each time.
If you can make Tan Quelu happy, you've passed the test.
Outside the office.
Several assistants stood at the door carrying huge piles of documents, numbly watching their boss's lifeless video call. They were too lazy to even feel their hearts bleed, and just chuckled coldly.
"Big brother, what's wrong with you again?! Can you stop chasing after pretty boys? There's so much work waiting for you here! Hmm? Say something!"
Wei Guan glanced sideways at his assistant, who was anxiously waiting outside the glass window.
Tan Quelu blinked and immediately asked, "Do you still have work?"
"Yes." Wei Guan did not deny it: "The handover of Wujiang Group is not yet finished, and I've been very busy lately."
"Then go ahead and get busy." Tan Quelu was very understanding: "Make more money, I've been busy dating and dating lately."
Wei Guan gets a headache whenever he hears him talk about dating or romance.
The young man picked up the iced green tea on his desk, calmly drank it without changing his expression, and after a few seconds, he said calmly, "I'll come pick you up for your elective class next week."
"good."
"Remember to wear new clothes, don't catch a cold."
"good."
Don't stay up late watching cartoons. Goodnight.
"good evening."
The video call finally ended.
Tan Quelu put away her phone, unaware that as soon as she hung up, Wei Guan began searching for articles such as "What to Pay Attention to When Talking to Teenagers" and "How to Avoid Offending Teenagers' Self-Esteem."
He returned to his room in a good mood, lay on his bed, went on Weibo, and unblocked all of Wei Guan's alternate accounts from his blacklist.
Watching intently, watching the reborn version, watching it's reborn again, watching it intently without blocking anyone, watching it intently after its reincarnation...
I read all the comments with a completely different mindset at this moment.
The more I look at it, the happier I get.
Tan Quelu found it particularly funny: [System, how come Wei Guan is even more tech-savvy than me?]
The system had been brought to tears by his scolding.
Seeing its host's hypocritical expression, it still hadn't dried its tears when it immediately fawned over him, saying, "That's right, host! The NPC boss doesn't look old at all, he's super trendy!"
Oh my god.
The host who previously blocked the idiot guy is no longer here.
The current host is actually liking every single comment from the NPC bigwig!
The system felt a pang of sympathy, as if it had somehow come to understand something.
However, Wei Guan is clearly not the only one using the Weibo side account of "Showing/Talking about the Green Sparrow".
The Sheffield Estate in St. Weston.
Xie Chenbi, her hair slightly damp, came out of the bathroom and indifferently instructed the maid: "Hang up and iron the clothes I bought today. I want to wear them tomorrow."
The maid bowed her head and said, "Yes, young master."
She couldn't help but feel puzzled. Xie Chenbi wasn't like Zhong Wan and Wei Zhiyan, who never cared much about their clothes and never inquired about such things. Why was she suddenly starting to prepare her look so early?
Xie Chenbi walked through the corridor back to his bright bedroom, took out his phone, and opened Weibo.
—As expected, he successfully won over Tan Quelu in just half a day, tonight.
The boy was taken to that luxurious club. He walked blankly into the private room where the argument had taken place, but his expression froze as he saw the room full of dazzling green birds.
Xie Chenbi used countless diamonds and jewels to create a whole, proud, singing giant green tit for Tan Quelu.
It's even higher than the price of peacock green.
Xie Chenbi personally glued and pieced together all the diamonds.
The private room was dimly lit. The young man looked up, and his clear, dark eyes were illuminated by a dazzling fire, as if they were filled with stars in the night sky.
He didn't speak for a long time.
[System, immediately provide me with a cash value estimate.]
[Yes, host! These diamonds and gemstones are made from different materials, each one a rare rough stone cut...]
[It's all calculated—fifty-three million! Host, the F2 has burned out! We've struck gold!!]
A smile suddenly appeared in Tan Quelu's eyes.
Time seemed to slow down, flowing silently.
Xie Chenbi, who had prepared the words, suddenly found himself unable to utter them for some reason.
He simply stood behind Elm Green, silently watching him.
The boy gazed at the bird for a long while before softly asking, "Is this me?"
Xie Chenbi walked to his side and hummed in agreement: "You as I see you."
Tan Quelu chuckled softly: "So, the president once had a thought of me."
He was truly beautiful; his pure and innocent eyes seemed to glow in the firelight, and his eyelashes resembled trembling butterfly wings. Xie Chenbi looked at him and finally understood why Zhong Wan had gone mad.
Zhong Wan is the one who's lucky to be in a relationship with someone like that.
This diamond bird was created by Xie Chenbi using his black card to purchase countless jewels at high prices from overseas auction houses and airlift them back. He also personally designed the pattern and cut and assembled each jewel by hand.
He had no interest in leading the strike in St. Weston, and he disregarded the indifference of his parents at home.
Xie Chenbi worked tirelessly for three days, his fingers bleeding and calloused, before finally completing the green sparrow.
— Tan Quelu has loved him humbly for so many years, spending every moment in pain and self-doubt. His three days of hardship can be considered a partial equalization.
Once the work was completed, Xie Chenbi sent it to the private room in the clubhouse where it was originally made.
They had an unpleasant argument here. At that time, Xie Chenbi misunderstood Tan Quelu, thinking that he was a vain special student who only wanted to curry favor with the powerful and wealthy. However, he never expected that Tan Quelu hated money and went to great lengths just to get closer to him.
If it weren't for the accidental discovery of Tan Quelu's Weibo side account...
Xie Chenbi had no idea that such a prey was lurking beside him.
He looked at Elm Green and corrected her, "Didn't we have a history with you?"
"You've always been in my eyes."
Tan Quelu paused, looked up at Xie Chenbi, her gaze filled with a complex mix of emotions that Xie Chenbi understood: "...President, I don't understand what you mean."
"Green Sparrow, you are very smart."
Tan Quelu abruptly withdrew her gaze, as if burned by something. After a long pause, she took two steps back and shook her head: "I really don't understand... President, I just broke up with Awan, I can't..."
Xie Chenbi felt annoyed whenever he heard him mention Zhong Wan.
He rarely lowered his gaze, but grabbed the boy who was about to leave in a panic, and with one hand, he indifferently pulled him in front of him, forcing him to look at him, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
Xie Chenbi's eyes were dark: "Tan Quelu, I have a name."
"Call me by my name."
"......"
“Xie Chenbi.” Tan Quelu looked at him, her expression stubborn and cold: “I said, I just broke up with Awan, I can’t be with you.”
"He's so heartbroken, and you're his friend, how could you tell me this now—"
"Why not?" Xie Chenbi interrupted him, her voice cold and sinister like a venomous snake: "What, you still want to remain chaste for him? If he dies, are you going to be buried with him?"
"Thank you, Chenbi!"
"I am here."
The black-haired boy looked down at him with an indifferent calm: "If you feel ashamed, I don't mind being your secret lover."
[...]
The system was stunned: [Holy crap! F2 is the real sexual repression, isn't it? Has he gone mad?!]
What happened to the emotional deficiency syndrome? How could you utter such beastly words!
When Tan Quelu saw this, he thought, "This is terrible!"
This kid's pretty good at stealing his spotlight.
The boy suddenly broke free from Xie Chenbi's grasp and slapped him hard across the face, as if he had never known him before: "You're not like this... Xie Chenbi, you shouldn't be like this!"
What should he be like?
The kind-hearted person who donated money and took a photo with the donor? The kind young master who appeared at the orphanage?
That's a misunderstanding regarding the greenery.
Xie Chenbi turned his head, his expression unchanged as he grabbed Que Lu, his eyes dark and brooding. Que Lu struggled, pulling hard on his wrist.
Suddenly, the boy paused.
Xie Chenbi saw him pause for a moment, then suddenly look down at his scabbed fingertips in the dim light.
Because there wasn't enough time, Xie Chenbi didn't use any medicine. At this moment, his hands were covered with wounds left from polishing and assembling diamonds, making him look quite scarred.
He frowned, and after a moment, withdrew his hand indifferently, preventing the other person from looking closely.
Xie Chenbi hates exposing his weaknesses.
The boy's voice was icy: "So, you don't want to agree to my request?"
He never expected that Tan Quelu, who had secretly loved him for so many years, would reject him for such a ridiculous reason.
That's ridiculous.
Tan Quelu didn't speak, but took two steps forward and persistently lowered her head to pull Xie Chenbi's hand.
Xie Chenbi was baffled.
He frowned, looking at the other person's fine eyelashes, and after a long while, he still let Tan Quelu lead him without expression.
...Go ahead and watch.
Anyway, it won't cost us anything.
In the dim light, the boy's dry hands were covered in blisters and calluses, and the blisters were broken, revealing fresh, raw scars.
It looks like it's in a lot of pain.
Tan Quelu stared at Xie Chenbi for a long time, then looked up and met his gaze, her voice as soft as the wind: "...Does it hurt?"
Xie Chenbi strongly resisted this kind of conversation.
His stomach was churning, and a nauseating feeling filled his body, making him feel physically nauseous.
He recalled how countless illegitimate children would deliberately feign pitifulness in front of their parents to gain their sympathy. Xie Chenbi, excluded from this, watched the scene of family bliss without any reaction.
He was thinking about how these illegitimate children would die.
He was still thinking that once he inherited the Xie family business, he would cut off his parents' heads and hang them in the basement to dry.
He was indeed born without emotion.
So at this moment, Xie Chenbi could only suppress his nausea and frown coldly: "Have you finished reading?"
He avoided discussing the issue of peacock green.
But Tan Quelu didn't give up. She gripped his hand tightly and asked persistently, "Does it hurt? Xie Chenbi, did you fight for this bird yourself?"
Of course, he assembled it himself.
Zhong Wan could personally select flowers, take photos, decorate the restaurant, and design the styling for Tan Quelu. He is more outstanding than him, so why can't he do the same?
Even the gifts Xie Chenbi gave were many times more valuable than those given to Zhong Wan.
Xie Chenbi withdrew his hand, not wanting to answer such a meaningless question.
Tan Quelu looked at him for a long time, and then inexplicably laughed.
The boy's eyebrows curved, and his pure, porcelain-white face seemed very happy as he stared intently at Xie Chenbi.
After a long pause, Xie Chenbi heard him exhale as if he had made up his mind, and say softly, "So, you really do like me."
Tan Quelu said with a smile, "Then I agree, Xie Chenbi."
"But... can we keep this from Awan for now and not tell him?"
The conversation finally returned to the familiar atmosphere and rhythm that Xie Chenbi was used to.
He let out a silent sigh of relief, his eyes dark and indifferent as he looked at Tan Quelu, seemingly wanting to sneer: "Hiding it from him? Tan Quelu, you really are—"
“Chen Bi”.
The boy suddenly grabbed his hand, leaned close, and called his name in a drawn-out voice: "Xie Chenbi, please, just say yes, okay?"
His fine eyelashes fluttered, and he tilted his head slightly, his eyes shining brighter than the expensive jewels behind him.
So bright.
Xie Chenbi looked at him for a long time without saying a word, then coldly looked away.
"Chen Bi?"
"......what ever."
That's how Tan Quelu became his boyfriend.
Xie Chenbi also posted on his WeChat Moments.
For the first time ever, in accordance with Tan Quelu's request, Zhong Wan was blocked out, no people were photographed, only a picture of the green titmouse was shown.
The text reads: "He said yes."
It only took half a day.
He still managed to take her down with ease.
Xie Chenbi seemed to have completely forgotten that he had been slapped hard by Tan Quelu.
He lowered his eyes, clicked on the familiar Weibo side account, and sure enough, saw the other party's update.
User tqlhpl: [It seems like I'm in love again...]
What I thought wouldn't get close, actually came closer to me.
Sometimes I wonder, what in this world is permanent?
Xie Chenbi's sinister black eyes revealed a cold satisfaction, as if he saw a bird that had fallen into a trap, oblivious to its impending death, still raising its throat and singing happily without a care in the world.
only.
Xie Chenbi suddenly frowned and glanced at Tan Quelu's comment section.
He discovered that from Tan Quelu's first Weibo post to now, every single one of her posts has received likes and comments from another account. These accounts are clearly secondary accounts, as they all have very similar names.
He clung to Tan Quelu like a ghost.
Xie Chenbi didn't understand the meaning of several comments.
That account was still commenting tonight. And Tan Quelu, who had never replied to anyone before, surprisingly replied to the other party.
Do they know each other?
How close must a relationship be to reveal such intimate and bittersweet words of unrequited love to the other person? How come he didn't know that Tan Quelu had such a friend?
Xie Chenbi's eyes suddenly darkened.
But the content of Que Lu's reply made him frown, which was unusual for him, and he seemed hesitant...
The Diaoyu Islands are indeed China's permanent territory.
Zhong Wan once said that Tan Quelu couldn't understand the English menu and hated foreign worship. Could this be a mutual appreciation between the two "wolf warriors"?
...It's hard to say.
Let's take another look?
Xie Chenbi lowered his eyes, and after a long while, he also registered a Weibo account and commented on the topic of Que Lu.
: [Don't break up.]
[Only your boyfriend and the nine-dash line in the South China Sea permanently belong to China!]
Early the next morning.
Xie Chenbi opened his eyes, opened Weibo, and found that Tan Quelu had ruthlessly deleted and blocked him.
"......"
Where's the Wolf Warrior we were promised?
......
The system thought to itself, speechless: [Host, is F2 malfunctioning?!]
What a lunatic! He secretly commented on the host's Weibo alt account late at night, using a high-quality imitation of a powerful NPC.
Tan Quelu had just liked a comment on Wei Guan, washed up, climbed into bed, and fell asleep in a second.
The system found the person behind the account and immediately deleted and blocked them without the host's permission.
—It understands that, apart from powerful NPCs, the host will not tolerate any harassment from anyone!
Tan Quelu glanced at Weibo and didn't care: "They've been sick for a long time."
Each of the F3 members has their own idol; you'll get used to it.
The dormitory was quiet. Xia Xing hadn't returned yet, and no one knew what had happened to her.
After washing up, Tan Quelu went to the cafeteria to eat alone. By the time he finished eating and sat down in the classroom, it was exactly 7:50.
On his phone, Wei Guan was checking and grading his last math test paper.
Wearing Bluetooth earphones, Tan Quelu listened intently as the young man calmly and clearly explained the wrong answers on the other end of the line.
at the same time.
Xie Chenbi sat in the back seat of the black Land Rover, looking at the empty cultural building dormitory not far away, his face dark.
—At 7:20 in the morning, he arrived at the Cultural Building first, intending to wait for Tan Quelu to come down and pick him up for class.
While we're at it, let's also test the other party's account.
Unexpectedly, Tan Quelu got up earlier than the chickens and left at 6:30. He waited for half an hour but saw nothing.
—This work schedule is definitely very Wolf Warrior-like!
Xie Chenbi raised his hand and rubbed his temples, feeling that Tan Quelu had made him feel unlike himself.
He was clearly the hunter.
My phone vibrated.
The black-haired boy closed his eyes to rest, and after a moment, he opened the WeChat message.
It was Wei Zhiyan.
[Did you post about Michelin yesterday?]
[It's him, isn't it?]
[I can hear the breathing of the live artist.]
[Xie Chenbi, how come I never realized you were so cunning?]
Is it satisfying to take advantage of someone in distress?
[Tan Quelu is a good boy.]
Don't touch him.
Neuropathy.
Xie Chenbi closed his eyes again, too lazy to pay attention to his brother who had broken down.
But the next second...
The other party suddenly became agitated and sent a gloating news link and voice message—
"Haha, thank God! The Xie family is holding a family reunion ceremony today—Que Lu's roommate is actually the Xie family's only illegitimate child who survived to adulthood!"
"Xie Chenbi, are you still laughing?"
"Xia Xing has come to take you in!"
Xie Chenbi suddenly opened his dark eyes.
A note from the author:
Yes, they still go to work six days a week.
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