"No, it's really not. It's a friend of mine, from Hangzhou like me, and we went to the same high school," Lu Yibei said.
Old Man Ji looked at Lu Yibei with a suspicious gaze.
—The more I listen, the more it sounds like you.
Lu Yibei had no choice but to continue:
"He's similar to Qingqian: rich, academically gifted, and good-looking..."
"Stop, stop."
Old Man Ji held up his palm and asked a crucial question: "...Male or female?"
"A man!"
Lu Yibei quickly declared his innocence.
At the same time, he glanced towards the study with lingering fear—this answer might satisfy Old Master Ji, but it might not necessarily win over Lady Ji.
"Besides, his dad is similar to you... well, not really. His dad is still focused on his work, and his mom is also very elusive. I heard that when he was in junior high, there were parent-teacher conferences—my parents often missed them too. There were six parent-teacher conferences in six semesters over three years of junior high, and they would miss two. But his family missed them all, not even once."
Lu Yibei said with a smile.
"Then, aren't there those kinds of movies? The kind where a rich kid complains that his parents don't have time for him, and then goes astray and changes his values."
"We've seen it too."
"His assessment was, 'With so many murals, they'll behave themselves after a couple of days of hunger.' Yes, he never had any thoughts like, 'Why don't my parents have time to celebrate my birthday with me?', 'Everyone else has their parents attending their parent-teacher conferences, why are my parents absent again?', or 'My parents are so busy.'"
"He only felt that the fact that he could dress well, live in a warm house, and eat whatever he wanted was all thanks to his father earning money little by little."
“He is very grateful to his father—of course, it's not that having money means you can neglect your children, but he knows that when you gain something, you have to give up something else. For example, you can complain that your parents are too busy with work and don't spend time with you, but you can't complain while driving a sports car, that's too despicable.”
He understands his parents' good intentions very well.
“Before our winter break, Qingqian met with him, and the two got along quite well. I think Qingqian and he share the same thoughts on this matter.”
"So you don't need to feel like you owe anything. You just made the necessary sacrifices, and Qingqian can understand what you sacrificed. She has never felt that you have done anything wrong."
Old Man Ji was stunned.
He looked at the young man in front of him; the young man spoke sincerely, and his gaze was equally earnest.
Old Man Ji suddenly smiled:
"You're going to teach me?"
You could tell that Old Man Ji's reprimand had a joking tone.
Lu Yibei simply raised an eyebrow:
"Uncle Ji, you made your fortune on your own, right? You weren't well-off when you were young, were you?"
"That's right."
Old Man Ji said, "I was poor when I was young—so I don't expect you to be rich now."
"That settles it."
Lu Yibei laughed: "Although we've both been sons of others, when it comes to experience as 'sons of rich people,' you can't compare to my friend... It's similar to practicing calligraphy; it doesn't matter how old you are, the most skilled comes first!"
Old Man Ji paused for a moment, then laughed along with him:
"Your friend is quite interesting. Let me meet him sometime."
“Okay.” Lu Yibei readily agreed.
What he really wanted to do was to make sure that Uncle Ji never saw Xu Che!
Now he has elevated that guy's status in Old Man Ji's heart—if he were to surpass him after meeting him, that rare thing of Xu Che would definitely show off to him.
Old Man Ji took another sip, then glanced sideways:
"I was thinking of retiring to spend more time with my daughter, but I didn't expect that I would be able to spend so much time with her before you, you brat, snatched her away. Sigh, it seems that the only use of a father is to hand his daughter over to another man."
"You don't need to hand Qingqian over to me."
Lu Yibei said softly, "I only held Qingqian's hand, and the other hand is still yours. It's just that you will have to work hard from now on. Before, you only needed to watch Qingqian grow up, but now you have to take care of two immature young people."
He paused for a moment before continuing:
"Uncle Ji, you are Qingqian's strongest support. You are also my elder. You are more than twenty years older than me, and your life experience is far beyond my reach. In the future, if I do anything wrong when I am with Qingqian, please remind me. But please give me a chance and be patient. I will prove that I am worthy of your precious daughter."
Old Man Ji looked at the young man who was meek and speaking in a low voice.
He did not answer.
Instead, the question is:
"How did your parents raise someone like you?"
Lu Yibei: ...
"Are children raised in educated families really better?"
Lu Yibei: ...
"Sigh, if your father talks to me about how to educate the next generation, how am I supposed to start? I don't have much education..." Old Man Ji sighed.
Look.
When people are broke, all they want is to be rich.
But once you have money, you want a lot more.
“I don’t think it makes a difference. The ancients said that one should travel ten thousand miles and read ten thousand books. In modern times, traveling ten thousand miles is much more difficult than reading ten thousand books. And Uncle Ji, you have already achieved that.”
Lu Yibei laughed and said, "You were just complaining about not knowing how to chat with college students these days—but we chatted quite well, didn't we? It's normal that you and Qingqian don't talk much. Although Qingqian is your daughter, she's still a girl. We don't even know what's inside a black hole, how can we know what a girl is thinking!"
Upon hearing this, Old Man Ji laughed heartily.
He picked up his glass again, intending to drink heartily.
Then he discovered that Lu Yibei was staring at him expectantly.
Old Man Ji hesitated for a moment:
"Would you like some drinks too?"
Finally, it's here.
Lu Yibei thought to himself, "He's been talking all this way just for this moment!"
He smiled憨厚ly and said, "Okay!"
Old Man Ji then gave him a cup and gave him a warning:
"In principle, Aunt Ji doesn't allow me to drink with you, so drink less and don't let her know."
"clear."
Lu Yibei laughed and said, "We men drink without telling anyone."
Old Man Ji poured him half a cup:
"Drink slowly."
"become."
When Lu Yibei raised his wine glass.
The countdown to the Spring Festival Gala has begun.
ten.
Nine.
…
three.
…
Lu Yibei drank more than he could finish.
He took only a sip before pointing the glass at Old Man Ji.
two.
one.
"Happy New Year!!"
Old Man Ji thought the kid wanted to clink glasses with him.
I was just about to reply.
Then I saw the young man calmly put down his wine glass.
*Smack*
He passed out against the sofa.
Old Man Ji: ...
"Ah Huan—something terrible has happened!!"
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