Chapter 50 The old are old, the young are young.
After receiving Yun Jin's dinner invitation, Xia Wei happily went to the meeting, but his face suddenly fell when he saw who was sitting in the seat.
"Long time no see, Mr. Hua," he greeted with a smile.
The man in the hoodie glanced at him and replied casually, "Long time no see."
Xia Wei sat down opposite him, about to exchange a few pleasantries, when suddenly their eyes met.
"How come you..." Xia Wei's eyes widened in disbelief, "So many years have passed, how come you haven't changed at all?"
How could there be no change at all? You're clearly younger now.
Because today's guest is Hua Yu, who is 20 years old, four years younger than Hua Cheng was when he met her.
Hua Yu recalled the calendar she had seen in the master bedroom and what she was supposed to do that night. Her face was expressionless, and she couldn't feel any better. In addition, the person opposite her was her love rival who had humiliated her before, which made her look even worse.
"Mr. Xia has aged a lot since we last met," he said sarcastically.
Xia Wei's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal: "There's nothing I can do. I'm not that lucky to marry a virtuous wife like Yun Jin. I have to take care of everything myself, so of course I'll age faster. I envy President Hua in that respect."
“OK, the recording is done. I’ll send it to your wife later,” Hua Yu said calmly.
Xia was taken aback: "I'm single, where did this wife come from?"
"No?" Hua Yu asked back, her face showing regret at not getting any useful information.
Xia Wei: "..."
It's Friday, and the restaurant is bustling, but their corner is deserted and filled with an unfriendly atmosphere.
Xia Wei took a sip of water and slowly looked across at the other side: "President Hua specifically used Yun Jin's phone to ask me out. Was it just to find out about my marriage?"
Hua Yu glanced at the time; it was 6:30 PM, and he had half an hour to leave the restaurant.
Let's finish this quickly.
He suddenly looked up: "Of course not."
"Oh?" Xia Wei raised an eyebrow.
Hua Yu: "I'm very unhappy that you've been getting too close to Yun Jin lately."
Xia was surprised: "Really?"
“You’ve had dinner with her four times in the past week,” Hua Yu said expressionlessly.
Xia smiled.
"What are you laughing at?" Hua Yu asked, displeased.
Xia Wei: "I laugh at President Hua for being in such a high position now, yet he's still the same as when he was driving a truck, with only romance on his mind."
Hua Yu narrowed her long eyes and remained silent.
“Yun Jin also needs her own social circle, President Hua doesn’t need to be so guarded,” Xia Wei sighed. “Besides, if the food at home was good, why would she come out to eat?”
Using this argument against him, huh? Sorry, he's also a former mistress, and in terms of being a third party, he has far more experience than some people.
Hua Yu leaned back in her chair with a nonchalant smile.
His reaction was unexpected by Xia Wei. Xia Wei paused for a moment, then raised his eyebrows: "President Hua also agrees with my idea?"
“I agree, but only if the food outside is really good, Mr. Xia…” Hua Yu stared at his face for a few seconds and sighed.
Xia Wei's face flushed, but she still tried to remain calm: "What does President Hua mean? What did I do wrong?"
"She's two years younger than me, how come she looks so old?" Hua Yu murmured.
Xia Wei: "...Among my peers, I'm considered young."
"How can you say you're young? Those wrinkles around your eyes are so deep, they could trap a mosquito." Hua Yu continued to mutter.
Xia Wei: "I don't have wrinkles at the corners of my eyes..."
"His nasolabial folds are deep, and his figure looks okay, but there are no signs of him working out at all. Mr. Xia must live a very happy life, and he's even two years younger than me."
"General Manager Hua..."
"So old, so old. People really shouldn't be too happy."
"President Hua!" Xia Wei couldn't take it anymore and called for a stop after being called old by a guy who was two years older than him.
Hua Yu looked at him innocently: "What's wrong?"
Xia Wei slowly let out a breath and smiled: "Since President Hua thinks I'm worthless, why did you still ask me out? Don't tell me you think even someone like me can make you feel threatened?"
"You're just talking to yourself," Hua Yu said with a smirk. "Why do you think I was able to get a date with you so easily?"
Xia Wei's expression froze: "What does President Hua mean by this?"
“Yun Jin is a respectable person. It’s really hard to refuse an invitation from an old classmate. But eating out all the time and having to deal with certain subtle probing questions is quite annoying. So when I asked her if I could meet you, she handed me her phone without even thinking.”
Hua Yu looked at the increasingly stiff expression on the other side and smiled calmly, her smile bearing a striking resemblance to Hua Cheng's.
The best way to punish someone with ill intentions is to let them know that the person in question doesn't reciprocate those feelings and finds them annoying.
Hua Yu took a sip of water and looked up: "As you know, couples like us who have supported each other through thick and thin are used to solving each other's problems. Mr. Xia is a smart man, and he must know what to do next."
After he finished speaking, Xia Wei fell completely silent.
OK, a resounding victory.
The food was served, and in the spirit of not wasting food, Hua Yu casually cut the steak and finished it off in no time.
It's seven o'clock; he should leave now.
Hua Yu pulled off her napkin and was about to leave when Xia Wei spoke up softly, "President Hua really only has romance on his mind."
Hua Yu sensed the hidden meaning in his words and frowned as she looked at him.
Xia Wei smiled and said, "Why do you think Yun Jin agreed to meet me? Is it really because she wants to maintain a connection with me?"
"Don't be silly, you two aren't from the same lotus root." Hua Yu didn't fall into his trap.
Xia Wei shrugged: "The reason she's been willing to see me so frequently lately is simply because I have a project that interests her. If President Hua doesn't want us to meet again, then I'll just stop seeing her."
He spoke with certainty, but Hua Yu felt more uncertain, fearing that her interference would cause Yun Jin a huge loss.
Xia Wei keenly noticed the hesitation in Hua Yu's eyes.
He chuckled, his tone laced with sarcasm: "What, Yun Jin didn't tell you about the project? Looks like you two aren't exactly inseparable."
Hua Yu glanced at him coldly, then sent a message to Hua Cheng: The other side has used their ultimate move, I can't handle it.
Hua Cheng: ?
Hua Cheng: Toilet, change!
Hua Yu stood up abruptly and calmly said under Xia Wei's teasing gaze, "I'm going to the restroom."
"Please." Xia Wei gestured with his hand, looking every bit the rich young master.
Hua Yu turned and walked away, trying to remain calm, until she entered the corridor where he could no longer see her, at which point she suddenly sped up.
Hua Cheng was already waiting in the restroom. As soon as Hua Yu appeared, he pulled her into a stall. The two of them started taking off their clothes without saying a word. While Hua Yu was taking off her clothes, he explained what had just happened.
Hua Cheng focused most of his energy on clothes, and only listened to what he said incidentally.
“I told you a long time ago to buy two sets of the same clothes, but you insisted on wearing your own, and now you have to change.”
"They look alike and wear the same clothes, doesn't that feel awkward?" Hua Yu retorted.
Hua Cheng sneered: "So you're still going to wear it now, aren't you?"
"This is just an exchange of clothes, not matching styles." Hua Yu tossed him the hoodie and took his shirt.
Hua Cheng: "Ugh, it's hot, it's disgusting."
“You’re even more disgusting,” Hua Yu said, her face grim. “This shirt is so stiff and unfashionable. Are you the dean of students at a high school?”
"This is called business style, you don't know anything about it."
Casual wear is easier to wear than a suit. Hua Cheng quickly got ready, put on sunglasses, and started fixing his hair.
Hua Yu frowned: "Why are you wearing sunglasses?"
"Because I need to cover my wise and mature eyes to avoid him noticing anything amiss," Hua Cheng said confidently.
Hua Yu: "...Do you think this will make our 12-year age difference negligible?"
"Can't I?" Hua Cheng asked back.
Looking at his sharply defined face, Hua Yu found it hard to say no.
“You’ve already shown off your young and pretty face, it’s time to show off your mature charm,” Hua Cheng laughed and patted him on the shoulder. “Just wait, I’m going to kill him.”
After saying that, he turned and left.
“Hey,” Hua Yu called out to him, “I have something to do later, so I won’t be home too early.”
"Where are you going?" Hua Cheng asked casually.
Hua Yu: "Is it any of your business?"
Hua Cheng: "..."
He asked unnecessary questions.
In the restaurant, Xia Wei looked out the window at the night view and ate his food slowly. The next second, the shadow fell, and he looked up to see Hua Cheng already sitting down opposite him.
Xia Wei curled her lips into a smile: "Why did you go to the restroom and wear sunglasses? Did you cry because Yun Jin kept it from you?"
"Now that Yuncheng Technology has grown to this point, do you know how many people come to us with project proposals every year?" Hua Cheng chuckled dismissively. "The vast majority of their projects are rejected by the departments below before they even reach Yun Jin and my desks. If we're lucky enough to see them, only about one-tenth are worth discussing. The rest end up in the trash. Even if my wife and I are very close, we don't spend all our time chatting around the trash can. What do you think, Mr. Xia?"
Xia Wei's face darkened: "What do you mean?"
"Do I need to spell out what I mean? Mr. Xia's project looks profitable, but in reality, the risk assessment alone is inadequate. Yuncheng Technology isn't in a rush to make a living, so it's really not worth wasting time on this kind of project."
Xia Wei tightened his grip on the knife and fork, and calmly asked, "Did Yun Jin tell you this?"
“She didn’t tell me any of this, after all, she had to save face for her old classmate,” Hua Cheng smiled, pulled down his sunglasses to look at him, and then put them back on. “But Mr. Xia, don’t forget that I am the chairman of the board of directors of Yuncheng Technology. Even if I haven’t been to work recently, I’m not blind or deaf. As for your project, if nothing unexpected happens, Yun Jin should give you a rejection answer within the next three days.”
Because he pulled up his sunglasses, Xia Wei briefly met his gaze, and in that one glance, Xia Wei suddenly felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity.
He was more used to Hua Cheng without sunglasses earlier; although Hua Cheng was sharp, sarcastic, and aggressive, he was still within the realm of what he was familiar with.
But Hua Cheng before him seemed to have become a stranger, a man who concealed all his aggression beneath a warm demeanor, yet could deliver a fatal blow.
If Hua Cheng just now was merely an adult wolf who had just ascended the throne, then the one before us is a mature wolf king who is already accustomed to commanding everything.
It's hard to say which is stronger, but the one in front of him certainly makes him wary.
Xia Wei slowly exhaled and asked as calmly as possible, "Since President Hua knew that Yun Jin would reject me within three days, why did you go to the trouble of asking me to meet you?"
“Didn’t I just say that?” Hua Cheng tilted his head, a hint of naivety on his 32-year-old face. “It is my duty as a partner to solve unnecessary troubles for Yun Jin.”
Xia Wei: "..."
The restaurant was still bustling on Friday night; tables in the main hall were already turning over, while the corners remained quiet.
Xia Wei had already left, and Hua Cheng sat quietly in front of the French windows, watching the changing light and shadows outside.
The next second, the space next to me suddenly sank down.
Hua Cheng chuckled and turned to look at Liu Zhuang, who had suddenly appeared: "Thank you for coming to pick me up, brother."
"...Stop being so cheesy," Liu Zhuang rolled his eyes at him, "What are you doing here all of a sudden?"
Hua Cheng: "I had dinner with someone."
Liu Zhuang didn't delve into the matter: "Where's Hua Yu? Didn't he come out with you?"
"He had something to do and left first."
Liu Zhuang frowned: "He's unfamiliar with this place, where did he go?"
"Who knows? He's probably preparing a birthday present for Yun Jin," Hua Cheng said casually.
Liu Zhuang paused, then remembered that Yun Jin's thirtieth birthday was just a few days away.
"A big birthday celebration!" Liu Zhuang slapped his thigh. "We've got to celebrate this properly. Have you thought about what you're going to do?"
“You know Yun Jin doesn’t like crowds, and with that scoundrel Hua Yu to worry about this year, we’ll just have to stay home,” Hua Cheng said, shrugging.
Liu Zhuang exclaimed, "Then does that mean Beibei can't come either?"
"We can let Beibei play for a while first, and then we can let Huayu out after she leaves." Hua Cheng winked at him.
Liu Zhuang: "...You little brat, you've got your abacus beads flying right in my face."
Hua Cheng laughed loudly.
Liu Zhuang sighed, "We can't have a big celebration, so let's just invite some close friends over for a meal... Have you prepared a birthday gift yet? What are you planning to give this year?"
Hua Cheng raised an eyebrow: "It's been prepared for a long time."
"What?" Liu Zhuang asked curiously.
Hua Cheng, as if performing a magic trick, suddenly pulled a bag out from under the table. Liu Zhuang took it, opened it, and found it was full of yarn.
“I plan to learn from online videos and knit a blanket for her.”
"……blanket?"
"This is no ordinary blanket; it's a round blanket with flowers sewn all over the edges. You can drape it over your knees, and if you grab the center and shake it, it turns into a bouquet of flowers."
Hua Cheng enthusiastically found the video and showed it to Liu Zhuang, who remained silent for a long time after watching it.
After a long pause, he asked, "Is this all you're sending?"
Hua Cheng smiled and said, "Yes, this is the only gift we'll give this year."
Liu Zhuang thought for a moment and nodded: "That works too. The things you gave me in previous years are either stored in a bank safe deposit box or left in the garage. Yun Jin isn't very interested in them. Maybe she'll like this kind of unique gift."
"I'll definitely like it." Hua Cheng began studying the instructional videos.
Twenty kilometers away, on an abandoned road at the foot of a wild mountain.
The area, which should have been deserted, was now brightly lit, filled with young men and women and stylish motorcycles. The roar of engines was accompanied by energetic laughter, making it as lively as a market.
Feng Che, holding his helmet, lazily waved to his companions.
"Young Master Feng, how are you feeling today?" his colleague asked.
Feng Che: "That's fine."
"The match starts in ten minutes, get ready," his partner reminded him.
Feng Che curled his lip: "Each dish is worse than the last, what's the point of preparing anything?"
"It's really hard to say today. Several new people have signed up, and maybe there's a dark horse among them," his partner said seriously.
Feng Che glanced at him sideways: "Are you sure?"
My partner couldn't help but laugh: "I'm not sure. I just glanced at the registration form, and one person is 32 years old."
Feng Che laughed angrily: "At your age, why are you still making such a fuss? And you guys, why did you approve it?"
Competitive sports are the most brutal, and age is a major hurdle. A 32-year-old still competing? Are you kidding me?
Feng Che became increasingly speechless as he thought about it.
“Our competition already has few participants, and if we keep picking and choosing among the applicants, there will be even fewer people,” his partner said, shrugging.
Feng Che glanced at him sideways: "If you keep doing this, then you'll truly be out of ideas."
His partner smiled and apologized, then personally led the way for him.
This is their third year of motorcycle racing. Feng Che, as a sponsor and a racer who dared to participate in the industry even as a minor, is the center of attention here, receiving cheers and applause as soon as he appears.
Wearing a helmet, Hua Yu sat quietly on the bright red motorcycle, looking towards the commotion when she heard the noise.
At the same time, Feng Che also noticed him in the corner. The two seemed to make eye contact through their helmets, but then again, they didn't.
Hua Yu frowned, somewhat disliking this guy.
Feng Che clicked his tongue and pulled the person next to him aside to ask, "Is he the 32-year-old applicant?"
"yes."
"...The car is still a model from several years ago, so outdated," Feng Che said speechlessly. "You're here to relive your youth, aren't you?"
"Don't worry about him, Young Master Feng. It's about to start. Let's work on the car first."
Feng Che said "Oh" and left.
The race began soon after, and every motorcycle was surrounded by people cheering them on, except for Hua Yu's motorcycle, which was completely empty.
He didn't care; he just focused on checking his car.
Yun Jin's birthday is coming up, and he needs money, the more the better. There happens to be a competition here, and if he wins, he'll get a prize, so he came.
But having returned, he still knew what was most important, so he checked repeatedly before starting to ensure his personal safety.
After the cheering segment ended, friends and family members left one after another. Feng Che took one last look at Hua Yu in the corner, but couldn't see anything because Hua Yu was wearing a helmet.
He clicked his tongue again, put on his helmet, and started the engine.
With a whistle, the sleek motorcycles sped off one after another. As Feng Che listened to the deafening roar, his blood began to boil.
He enjoys this kind of competition, where there are no rules or restrictions, and even if the opponent is not strong, it can easily ignite his fighting instincts.
During this period, due to Yun Jin's rejection, he was in a rather depressed mood, and only felt happy when playing matches.
The only downside is that the opponents aren't very good.
But there's nothing he can do. The people willing to play along with him are either employees of the car dealership or rich kids like him. None of them are professional drivers, so he can only make do.
Wait! Who just flew by?!
Feng Che was startled. By the time he realized what was happening, the bright red motorcycle had already overtaken him by far.
He immediately twisted the accelerator to the floor, and the wind roared louder in his ears as he tried to overtake.
No matter how hard he tried, the car in front of him was like a ghost pressing down on him, and he still couldn't overtake it even after passing the flag that represented victory.
"Today's champion is... number three!"
The referee announced the result, and the onlookers were shocked and excited, all crowding around Hua Yu.
Feng Che is known for his good interpersonal relationships, and many people around him tease him, saying how could he lose to a 32-year-old middle-aged man.
Feng Che took off his helmet and looked at the person opposite him with mixed feelings.
Hua Yu remained calm. When he worked at a car repair shop, he also obtained a motorcycle driving license. Later, in order to earn tips, he even competed with those rich kids a few times.
I have to say, they were all pretty bad.
It seems that even after 12 years, the rich second generation has changed, but they are still quite incompetent.
Hua Yu stretched and walked straight to the referee, holding out her hand: "Prize money."
“Uh…” The referee looked at Feng Che.
Feng Che stepped forward and extended his hand to Hua Yu: "Hey buddy, let's be friends."
"Bonus." Hua Yu had no interest in making friends.
Feng Che felt that his voice was familiar for some reason, but because of the helmet, it sounded muffled and distorted, so he couldn't tell.
Seeing that Hua Yu was still holding out his hand, Feng Che gestured for the referee to bring the money over and personally handed it to him.
Hua Yu looked at the large bundle of money in his hand, took only the 20,000 yuan that belonged to the champion, and then turned and left.
"Hey," Feng Che called out to him.
Hua Yu turned around, still wearing her helmet: "Is there anything else?"
"There's another match next Sunday, are you coming?" Feng Che asked.
Yun Jin's birthday is the seventh day of the eleventh lunar month, which is next Friday.
Hua Yu did some mental calculations and said, "I'm not coming."
"What about the week after next?" Feng Che asked again.
Hua Yu: "I won't come anymore."
"Why?" Feng Che asked hastily.
He had finally met a worthy opponent and was reluctant to give up.
Hua Yu found this person quite annoying, so she simply explained to him, "Because after next Friday, I won't need any money anymore."
It's because of... money, then that makes things easier.
Feng Che regained his composure: "How about this, next Tuesday, we'll have an extra match? If you win, I'll give you 50,000 yuan."
"And if you lose?" Hua Yu asked back.
Feng Che seemed indifferent: "So what if we lost? Let's just consider it making friends."
This was already a great show of respect, and the people around them started making noise, creating an atmosphere that reached its peak.
Hua Yu: "I don't make friends."
In short, he turned the heated atmosphere into a cold one.
Everyone fell silent and looked at Feng Che.
Feng Che rarely encountered someone even more arrogant than himself, and this guy was also short of money, both poor and arrogant.
Knowing his temperament, he would have already ripped the guy's helmet off, but for now he just chuckled and said, "If you lose, you'll have to bark like a dog and crawl around the field once, how about that?"
He showed no mercy, baring his claws and waiting for Hua Yu to respond.
Hua Yu pondered for a moment and said, "The venue is too big."
"so?"
"You need to increase your bet."
Feng Che: "..."
"One hundred thousand." Hua Yu made her decision.
Feng Che: "Deal."
Hua Yu didn't get home until after 11 p.m. that night.
As soon as he entered the house, the lights suddenly came on. Hua Cheng sat on the sofa and asked directly, "Did you steal my motorcycle?"
“That’s mine too,” Hua Yu said calmly.
Hua Cheng: "Where did you go?"
"I didn't do anything." Hua Yu, carrying a heavy 20,000 yuan, slipped into the room while he wasn't looking.
Bang! The door slammed shut.
"He's such a worry." Hua Cheng sneered, took out some yarn and started knitting.
In her room on the first floor, Hua Yu sat on the bed, pondering what to add to the car to increase her chances of winning, and what kind of gift would be appropriate.
Hua Yu and Hua Cheng were both busy with their own things, and Xia Wei no longer appeared as an old classmate, so Yun Jin suddenly became free.
It's too leisurely; it feels a bit abnormal.
After finishing a meeting, she sat alone in her office for a while, then dialed Liu Zhuang's number.
"If you're so worried about them, why don't you just go and ask them directly?" Liu Zhuang asked, puzzled.
Yun Jin: "I'm afraid they'll harass me."
Liu Zhuang laughed: "Little Yun Jin, you're a bit of a jerk."
Yun Jin smiled helplessly, thinking that if you were constantly pestered by two people, receiving all sorts of messages even while sleeping, you would probably stay away from them.
Liu Zhuang understood her silence and smiled, "Don't worry, even if you look for them, they won't have time to look for you right now."
"Why?" Yun Jin asked.
Liu Zhuang: "What else could it be? It's your birthday!"
Yun Jin was startled, and her left wrist, which was naturally hanging down by her side, suddenly felt a spasm-like pain.
She put the phone on speakerphone, placed it on the table, and rubbed her wrist absentmindedly: "Are they preparing a birthday present for me?"
“Yeah, they’re all acting all mysterious, I wonder what they’re up to,” Liu Zhuang clicked his tongue twice. “Wait, I already know what Hua Cheng is up to, but I really don’t know what Hua Yu is up to. Why don’t you ask him?”
Yun Jin's wrist was still sore, so she rubbed it even harder.
"We haven't asked you yet, what are your plans for this year? Huacheng and I guessed you'd be staying at home..."
“Yeah, at home,” Yun Jin interrupted him, “Fatty, can you help me plan this?”
Liu Zhuang was flattered: "Me?"
"Is that alright?" Yun Jin softened her voice. "For my thirtieth birthday, I'd like my brother to help me with it."
"Of course, don't worry, little sister, even if we stay at home, we won't be perfunctory!" Liu Zhuang said excitedly.
Yun Jin smiled silently: "You probably couldn't handle it all by yourself that day, so I'll find you two more assistants."
"...I don't want those two."
"Not those two, find someone else," Yun Jin explained.
Liu Zhuang: "That's fine."
The two chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up the phone.
Yun Jin's wrist no longer hurt. Looking at her reddened skin, she realized it was her birthday again.
During this time, she was either busy with work or trying to find a solution for Huacheng's illness, and she even forgot her own birthday.
It's not that I forgot, it's just that I didn't expect it to come so soon.
Yun Jin let out a soft breath and looked out the window once again.
Tuesday arrived in the blink of an eye.
Before it got dark, Feng Che arrived at the venue to wait. Seeing that Hua Yu hadn't arrived yet, he wanted to ask someone to find his registration information so he could call him personally.
Before that could happen, Hua Yu arrived late, still wearing that oversized helmet.
Feng Che chuckled: "Aren't you hot?"
Hua Yu glanced at him through the helmet but offered no explanation.
Hua Cheng was too famous in this time and space. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he even filled in false information on the registration form. This was the only way he could appear.
Feng Che was already used to his arrogance, but seeing his indifferent attitude, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and think that he would deal with him later.
Soon it was time to say 'wait a minute,' and the whistle to start the match blew again. This time, there were only two competitors, but the number of spectators had doubled.
Feng Che dared not underestimate his opponent again and kept Hua Yu in check from the beginning. Seeing Hua Yu's car following him closely in the rearview mirror, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
But this triumph didn't last long. On the last lap, he was overtaken. Feng Che was furious and gritted his teeth to chase after him. He even considered accelerating on the last corner.
Hua Yu seemed to sense his intention and suddenly moved in front of him. Feng Che snapped back to reality and realized that if he really did that, he would probably have already fallen against the mountain wall.
The match is over, and the winner has been decided.
Hua Yu stretched out her hand to Feng Che: "Money."
Feng Che handed him a bundle of cash and said, "Dude, you should at least show your face, right?"
Hua Yu weighed the money in her hand and said, "There's no need."
Feng Che clicked his tongue, and a swarm of people gathered around him, mocking him for losing again.
Feng Che didn't take it seriously and exchanged a few jokes and curses with his acquaintances.
Hua Yu didn't like this atmosphere, so she took the money and turned to leave. The next second, she suddenly heard someone ask Feng Che if he was still going to play in Friday's game.
“I’m not playing anymore,” Feng Che said. “I need to celebrate the birthday of the person I like.”
Hua Yu stopped and turned around.
"What are you looking at?" Feng Che asked.
Hua Yu: "Does the person you like also have a birthday?"
Feng Che was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
“My girlfriend’s birthday is on Friday,” Hua Yu explained.
Feng Che chuckled, and the curly-haired boy swayed along with him: "What a coincidence... Wait, you said you wouldn't need any money after this Friday, is it because it's your girlfriend's birthday on Friday? So you're playing in the competition to earn money to celebrate your girlfriend's birthday?"
Hua Yu did not deny it.
Feng Che walked towards him with a sigh and tried to put his arm around his shoulder, but Hua Yu quickly dodged.
Feng Che missed his target, but he didn't mind. He just sighed and said, "I didn't expect you to be just like me, a devoted lover!"
"What are you planning to buy for her?" Hua Yu asked.
Although he worked hard to make money, he never really had a good idea of what gifts to give her. He only thought about giving her the most expensive thing he could afford. But Yun Jin lacked nothing, and even the best things seemed commonplace to her.
Perhaps a rich second-generation like Feng Che knows better than him what to give as a gift.
“I don’t know what to give her. Last year I gave her one of my wineries, which made my dad so angry that he tap-danced at home for three days,” Feng Che said, resting his chin on his hand. “This year, I’ll just give her something conventional, like a sports car or jewelry. Even though she rejected me, my love for her remains unchanged.”
Hua Yu remained silent for a long time after hearing this, and then said, "I can't afford any of these things you mentioned."
“Yes, with that little money, you can’t even buy a limited edition bag. Just buy something casual.” Feng Che said truthfully.
Hua Yu fell into deep thought.
Feng Che looked at his cool helmet, his fingers itching to grab it, and finally couldn't resist pulling it off.
Hua Yu had already untied her belt to let in some fresh air, and now, as he pulled it, her sweaty face appeared before him.
Hua Yu was immediately displeased, and the next second she saw Feng Che gasp: "Brother Hua?!"
know?
Hua Yu paused, about to brush it off, when Feng Che suddenly erupted in fury: "You already caused me to be rejected by my sister, is it not enough for you to humiliate me like this now?! So that's why you're afraid to show your face, it's because you have a guilty conscience!"
Hua Yu: "?"
"I haven't done anything wrong. I just like my sister. Why are you bullying me like this?! You came to ruin my event and even asked me what birthday present I was going to give my sister. What are you up to?!"
Hua Yu: "..."
Feng Che was still cursing and swearing, and when he got to the sad part, the curly-haired puppy's eyes reddened.
Hua Yu silently looked at the guy who was about the same age as her, thinking that Hua Cheng had it pretty tough, having to guard against such a precious treasure as Yun Jin, not only the old ones but also the young ones.
Oh, and there's this one, his 20-year-old self.
Feng Che cursed for half an hour before stopping. Some people around knew Hua Cheng, while others didn't. But seeing that Feng Che was still furious, they didn't dare to touch him. They roughly understood Hua Yu's status and wisely dispersed early on.
After he finished cursing, Feng Che sat down on the ground angrily and began to wipe away his tears.
Because he liked Yun Jin, his feelings for Hua Cheng were always complicated. On one hand, he couldn't help but treat Hua Cheng as an elder, while on the other hand, he couldn't help but feel hostility. But no matter how complicated his emotions were, Hua Cheng would handle them properly.
For example, now, Hua Cheng should talk to him. Although he might tease or mock him, the general direction is still to comfort him.
Feng Che waited.
Wait.
Wearing.
He couldn't wait any longer and looked up in confusion.
Hua Yu looked down at him with a cold expression: "If you dare tell Yun Jin about what happened today, I'll beat you to death."
Feng Che: "..."
Perhaps because Hua Cheng rarely threatened him, the eighteen-year-old curly-haired puppy was genuinely frightened and didn't dare utter a single word until Yun Jin's birthday.
Even if you try to be low-key, your thirtieth birthday can't be too low-key.
As soon as Yun Jin opened her eyes in the morning, she started replying to various partners' birthday wishes. After finally finishing replying, she had just changed her clothes when she received Xiao Zhou's schedule for the day.
Most of them are social engagements.
She pressed her wrist, which had been throbbing since she woke up, and tidied herself up before heading out.
Hua Cheng and Hua Yu were both in the corridor. When they saw her come out, they immediately went to greet her.
Knowing that she was busy during the day and didn't want to wait until evening to deliver things with others, the two of them agreed to wait there early.
"for you."
"Birthday present."
The two men reached out their hands simultaneously. Yun Jin glanced at them, and her wrist cramped again. She didn't show it on her face and took Hua Yu's small box first.
Upon opening it, I found a diamond star hair clip.
The diamond sparkles brightly, and it has a prominent logo engraved on it; it's from a very expensive brand.
“…Happy birthday.” Hua Yu said earnestly, her voice thick with nasal tone.
Yun Jin nodded: "Thank you."
"And mine too," Hua Cheng urged.
Yun Jin put the hair clip into her pocket before taking out Hua Cheng's gift.
"A blanket?" Yun Jin looked at him.
“I knitted it,” Hua Cheng said proudly. “You grab the center and shake it.”
Make the brocade as described.
"Ta-da! It's turned into a bouquet of flowers." Hua Cheng showed it off with a smile.
Yun Jin smiled and looked at the two of them while holding the blanket flower: "So... this is why one of you has a bad cold and the other has low blood sugar recently?"
Hua Yu, suffering from a severe cold: "..."
Hua Cheng, suffering from hypoglycemia: "..."
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Author's note: Rivals in love need to be dealt with in a series, right?
Flower: Yes, yes, yes
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