Chapter 53 [VIP]
When Han Shu woke up, he didn't dare to open his eyes; the world seemed gray and desolate.
What was she thinking yesterday?!
A live poaching?
Pounce!
It's like a bully forcibly taking a delicate flower!
Han Shu rolled over, feigning unconsciousness, and reached to his right. The sheets were cold, as if no one had lain on them.
It's good that she's not here; she can still think of ways to quietly and subtly let the flames die down.
Han Shu breathed a sigh of relief and finally opened his eyes.
!!
Two arm's lengths away, Wen Zhiyu lay on his side on the edge of the bed, half of his body dangling in the air, his eyes wide awake and unblinking as he stared at her.
Han Shu immediately closed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"Good morning," Wen Zhiyu said.
Han Shu kept his eyes closed and stretched in a mock manner, "Good morning."
I listened closely and heard a faint, rustling sound nearby, which then fell silent again.
Stop talking.
Please, stop talking!
"Minor Heat." The voice seemed closer.
Han Shu gripped the edge of the blanket with both hands. "Hmm?"
Wen Zhiyu said softly, "Do you still stand by what you said yesterday?"
Han Shu almost burst into tears. He tried to pull the blanket over his head, but someone grabbed his wrist.
"Wen Zhiyu—" She opened her eyes and was startled by the handsome face so close to hers.
Wen Zhiyu touched her nose with the tip of his own, and said, "Call me 'Zaizai'."
Han Shu couldn't bring herself to say it, and felt like she was sick. She pursed her lips tightly, her face filled with terror.
Wen Zhiyu saw this and touched it again, saying, "It seems you've changed your mind."
"I...I drank too much, I can't remember." Han Shu stiffened his neck, bluffing, "Why are you sleeping in the bed?"
Wen Zhiyu said innocently, "You insisted on dragging me along, so I had to sleep on the edge of the bed. Ouch—my arm still hurts."
"Who's pulling—" Han Shu abruptly stopped.
Some images uncontrollably popped into my mind.
Wen Zhiyu carried the blanket to the sofa, and Han Shu grabbed his wrist.
When Wen Zhiyu wanted to lie on the ground, Han Shu supported him by the armpits.
Wen Zhiyu sat on the edge of the bed, and Han Shu grabbed him by the neck and pressed him into the pillow.
...
Drinking can lead to ruin, the night can lead to ruin, and even beauty can lead to ruin.
"You're lying, I didn't say that," Han Shu said fiercely.
Wen Zhiyu chuckled and gently stroked the tip of her nose with his fingertip. "Okay, I was just talking nonsense."
He rolled out of bed, casually slipping his phone into his pocket. The next morning, this phone was no longer just a phone; it was a phone brimming with knowledge.
Like divorce-related laws and the self-cultivation of stepfathers, this knowledge is no longer applicable.
wrong.
Wen Zhiyu stood under the showerhead, closing his eyes and letting the slightly cool water wash over him.
We won't need it for now, but we'll hear about it sooner or later.
After taking a shower, Han Shu had already tidied up and was sitting by the window, staring blankly at his phone, seemingly in a bad mood.
Wen Zhiyu wrapped his arms around her from behind, the water droplets from his hair falling onto her delicate white neck above her round neck. "What's wrong?"
Han Shu shrank back, then touched his hair with his other hand. "I told my best friend that I wanted to take over the Jie Lang project, and she said I was about to be beaten unconscious by my parents."
Wen Zhiyu said in a deep voice, "Whether they support it or not, I support it."
“I know,” Han Shu muttered, “but I’m afraid they’ll get angry and come all the way to Hainan Island to kidnap me again.”
"Then we'll tell them once things are on the right track."
Han Shu smiled but didn't reply.
Having made up his mind to take over the shop, Han Shu had no intention of lingering. The two flew back to Hainan Island that day, and the next day went to Houhai to discuss the matter with Chun Jing.
"Xiaoshu, are you really sure?" Chunjing stood in the somewhat empty hall, visibly shocked.
"Of course." Seeing her tense expression, Han Shu relaxed and smiled, "What's wrong? Are you reluctant to part with it?"
“No.” Chunjing pressed her palm against her forehead. “If it were before, I would have handed it over to you without hesitation. But now that something like this has happened, it’s better to change stores. If we continue to operate according to the previous model, many people will definitely be angry with you, and the business will be affected.”
"I've thought all of this through, otherwise how could I have accepted it so decisively?" Han Shu got up and walked towards the bar.
The shelves that once held all sorts of coffee beans, drinks, and alcohol are now empty. Only the expensive coffee machine remains, a reminder that the scenes in her memory once truly existed. Those joyful moments truly did exist.
“But reality is completely different from the plan.” Chunjing stroked the leaves of the Monstera deliciosa. “Houhai has such a large flow of people, yet there are countless shops that have gone out of business. The sunk costs are too high.”
Han Shu walked around to the bar and sat in the spot where Chun Jing usually sat. "I started with the intention of losing everything. I've thought about everything you said, and I can accept it."
"but--"
"No buts." Han Shu gestured to the bar stool outside the bar and said in the same tone as Chun Jing, "Please sit down."
He went down and smiled helplessly.
The only difference is that the place of sitting has changed, and so has the identity.
Both of them were momentarily dazed.
“
"That's about it."
Han Shu turned his chair around.
“Saturday,” Chunjing exhaled. “Four more days.”
"Bali?"
"Yeah, let's go chase the big waves."
Han Shu looked around and found the photo wall where Chun Jing had shown her the first day she arrived. Now, a photo of her standing on the shovel, maintaining perfect balance on the unstoppable waves, was also hanging there.
"Beautiful." Han Shu pointed to Chun Jing's photo, then to his own. "As expected of the boss."
Chunjing smiled and nodded, "Yes, it looks beautiful."
In the end, Chunjing lowered the price several times and completed the transfer of the shop for 50,000 yuan, leaving behind a number of facilities, including the Italian coffee machine.
The day she and Mingge left, Wen Zhiyu and Han Shu drove them there.
Upon arriving at the airport, Ming thanked the two men and then, dragging two large suitcases and carrying two surfboards, walked to the side to wait.
Han Shu, arm in arm with Wen Zhiyu, said with a smile, "Have a safe journey and enjoy the spring scenery."
Chunjing, however, immediately hugged him.
The height difference between the two was at least eight or ten centimeters, and when Han Shu stood on tiptoe to hug him, he felt like a little bean.
Chunjing seemed to sense her thoughts, "Surfing can make you grow taller, try your best."
"Trying to fool me?" Han Shu didn't believe it.
Chun Jing smiled and said, "I wish you a prosperous business during the Lesser Heat season."
"Thanks."
Before leaving, Chun Jing reminded Wen Zhiyu, "Be nice to us Xiaoshu! Otherwise, I'll fly back to China and settle the score with you."
Han Shu glanced sideways, slightly raising his chin, "Did you hear that?"
Wen Zhiyu hugged Han Shu tightly around the waist, finally feeling a little better. They had been embracing for so long just now, and he had almost couldn't resist pulling Chun Jing away. He nodded, "Don't worry."
Springtime had witnessed the entire process of their love, and seeing their affectionate display, she was satisfied. "That's good."
Wen Zhiyu said calmly, "Jielang, you can rest assured."
Chun Jing was taken aback for a moment, then immediately understood and nodded emphatically.
The farewell was fine as they chatted and laughed, but as the tall man and woman disappeared into the departure hall, Han Shu's eyes welled up with tears, and he felt a deep sense of loss.
"Will we meet again?" she asked.
"If you want to, you can see her no matter where she is." Wen Zhiyu switched hands, turned her around, and walked towards the parking lot.
"That's true." Han Shu took a deep breath. "I'm a little nervous."
Wen Zhiyu chuckled, "Weren't you prepared to lose everything?"
Han Shu pinched him, "I was just saying that, who wants to pay money!"
Wen Zhiyu hissed in pain, but didn't flinch. "Weren't you so confident before?"
"That was a psychological suggestion technique. First, I project confidence, and maybe I'll become genuinely confident." Han Shu's voice grew increasingly hesitant as he spoke. "The transfer fee plus the costs of renovation and operation will be at least a little over 100,000..."
Wen Zhiyu chuckled inwardly and kissed her cheek. Just as they reached the parking space, he opened the passenger door. "Get in first."
Han Shu slumped her head, slowly got in, and slowly fastened her seatbelt, but after waiting for a long time, she still didn't hear the door close. She looked up and saw Wen Zhiyu leaning against the roof with one hand, his dark eyes smiling, and his thin lips curving into a distinct arc.
"You're still laughing?" She puffed out her cheeks and angrily hit him. "We're breaking up! I'm not friends with you anymore!"
Wen Zhiyu grabbed her hand mid-air, holding it tightly in his palm to prevent her from breaking free. "If we can't be friends, then how about being girlfriends?"
"No—" Han Shu pursed his lips, swallowing back the angry words he shouldn't have said.
Wen Zhiyu was satisfied and kissed the back of her hand. "Don't look like you're facing a great enemy. Have you forgotten what I said?"
Han Shu scratched the side of his thumb with his index fingernail, "Wh-what?"
“I’m telling you, your boyfriend is rich and powerful, so even if he loses everything, it doesn’t matter.” Wen Zhiyu chuckled, seemingly thinking of something. “If he really does lose, I’ll just write a few more books this year. You just need to answer a few more questions to spark my inspiration.”
"Are you serious?"
"certainly."
"You're going to give me the money?"
"Is that not allowed?"
"No." Han Shu shook his hand, her expression serious. "That's your money, I don't want it."
Wen Zhiyu felt inexplicably aggrieved after being rejected, his brows furrowing in frustration. "But I have nowhere to spend the money if I keep it."
Han Shu was amused by his expression. "Keep it! I don't need it!"
"And what if we need it?" Wen Zhiyu pressed. "When we need it, you can use my money, okay?"
Han Shu knew he was trying to reassure her and ease her pressure. She finally nodded, "If I really need it, I'll borrow it from you and give you an IOU."
Wen Zhiyu wanted to argue, but fell silent after meeting her warning gaze, and gave a dejected "oh".
Han Shu officially began her busy entrepreneurial journey. From the overall operational philosophy and renovation style to the smallest details like choosing the right cups and signboard, she handled everything herself. Some of the former coaches and volunteer staff left to find other opportunities, while others had already informed her and even came to the store every day to help out.
A month later, Jielang was renamed Zhulang and officially opened for business.
In the early morning, Han Shu and Wen Zhiyu each pushed open a door and flipped the door sign from "closed" to "open".
Wen Zhiyu extended his right hand, palm facing backward, and said, "Congratulations on your opening, boss."
Han Shu extended his left hand and firmly took hers. "Congratulations on the opening, madam?"
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