Huo Yunchao snapped out of his thoughts and chuckled softly.
He was young then, and what conflict could there be between starting a business and being in a relationship? He wasted several months. If he had confirmed the relationship earlier, and their love had been stronger, would they have avoided breaking up?
Then he opened Happy Farm.
Happy Farm now boasts an average of 80 million daily active users, making it the most popular social game in China. Thanks to this game and website, he was recognized as an Economic Person of the Year and a leading young entrepreneur.
But Huo Yunchao still felt a trace of anxiety.
Because the trend of Happy Farm is declining. At its peak, the game had 200 million daily active users, and the trend of everyone stealing vegetables and having fun became popular.
Maintaining user attention is difficult, and the endless cycle of "stealing vegetables" can become tiresome, leading some long-time users to leave. While the game still generates revenue through advertising, it lacks its former momentum. The developer must develop new products or new profit models.
Suddenly, Huo Yunchao's pupils contracted. After logging in with his account, he was shocked to find that his garden had been stolen—tomatoes and bell peppers had been stolen by the user ID "Princess Daidai."
She actually visited his page, secretly looking at it. Does that mean she still has feelings for him too?
Huo Yunchao was thrilled by this fact. He picked up his phone, opened his contacts, and the first one was A Dai Dai Baby.
I want to make a phone call to ask her how she is, to ask her why she left without saying goodbye, and to ask her why she abandoned him after all she had provoked.
But I didn't hit her, afraid of scaring her.
She's such a proud person, like a peacock, with an ego higher than the sky. After experiencing such a dramatic fall in her life, she certainly wouldn't want him to find out. Besides, it's already past midnight.
So he sat back down, clicked on Princess Dai Dai's profile picture, and sent her a private message.
"Hi, you're still playing this game!"
Nonsense, I just stole your vegetables, asking that is so silly.
"Still not asleep this late? You said it yourself, beauties are made through sleep."
No, no, it sounds like he wants to sleep with her.
Huo Yunchao became a conflicted Libra, typing many lines into the computer screen, only to delete them all in the end.
"Dai Dai, why did you leave me back then? Did you fall in love with someone else and not want me anymore?"
Huo Yunchao himself didn't realize that at this moment he was like a wronged woman who had been abandoned, accusing her husband of being unfaithful.
Damn it, I still can't send it. The moment he meets Xue Qiandai, Huo Yunchao is no longer Huo Yunchao; he seems to have changed his personality. He wanted to delete it, but inexplicably clicked send.
Wow, what would happen if this were discovered?
He interlaced his fingers, resting them on his chin, and stared nervously at the screen. He even thought that if Xue Qiandai replied with "You're crazy," it would be better than this silent waiting.
He never received a reply. Perhaps she had already logged off. While feeling a sense of relief, he also felt a profound loneliness, an overwhelming sense of solitude that consumed him.
But then he remembered the company's afternoon tea on Friday; she would probably bring it then. He couldn't go to see her empty-handed; hmm, he should prepare a small gift.
And so, Huo Yunchao began searching for gifts online.
What is Xue Qiandai doing?
She was sleeping, completely oblivious to everything.
Let's rewind to the moment Xue Qiandai opened the LV bag.
I have to say, this bag, which is marketed as "the meaning of travel," can really hold a lot. Jian Yan was stunned.
The first item was cosmetics, all of which were the most expensive and top-of-the-line star products from major brands; the second was several haute couture outfits and gowns; and the last was imported dog food from Snow Lion.
Xue Qiandai really loves the snow lion; she brought it so much delicious food in the limited space she had.
Jianyan's focus is entirely on cosmetics.
"Ahhh, La Mer! You actually have so many La Mer products!" Jian Yan picked up the face cream, kissed it, and then stuck it on her face, looking completely obsessed.
This face cream is known as a "miracle in the cosmetics world" and the "king of face creams". Dr. Max Huber, a former physicist who once worked at NASA, suffered severe burns and, finding no cure, devoted himself to research and development. After 12 years and 6,000 experiments, he finally invented La Mer. The miraculous face cream made the doctor's skin smooth and healthy again.
This isn't just a face cream, it's practically a scientific marvel! No wonder Jian Yan was so excited.
Xue Qiandai covered her mouth and whispered, "Shh, isn't it said that you shouldn't flaunt your wealth? Be discreet!"
Jian Yan found it amusing. "This isn't wealth; this is every girl's favorite." She used to only dare glance at the prices from afar when she went to department stores, never daring to ask. Only those who have experienced the feeling of being broke know. "Dai Dai, with so much equipment, why are you a delivery driver? I'd sell my gear and go traveling."
Xue Qiandai looked at Jian Yan and smiled, "If you like this face cream, I'll give it to you. I can't use it all anyway."
"So generous!" Jian Yan was flattered, but it really was expensive! She put the face cream back, but her eyes couldn't help but linger on it again. She had promised to let Xue Qiandai stay for one night, and even if it were rent, it wouldn't cost that much. Besides, Xue Qiandai had stood up for her today, and Jian Yan felt she already owed her a favor, so she couldn't take her face cream. "I'll just look. You don't know, once people's skin gets used to such good products, they won't be used to cheaper ones anymore."
“Then just keep using them. Skincare products have a three-year shelf life, makeup five years, use whatever you like.” Xue Qiandai picked up a Helena Rubinstein serum to check the expiration date. She spoke with radiant confidence, her face beaming. “If I’m still not successful and can’t afford these things in three years, then I don’t deserve to be called Xue Qiandai! Here, this is for you too.”
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