Chapter 996 Wangchun (extra)
"What's wrong with your Uncle Liu's son?! What's wrong with him?! They've already made reservations at the restaurant and have been sitting there waiting for you for a whole hour!"
A middle-aged man's hysterical voice came from the side.
The young woman on the sofa seemed oblivious, lying there engrossed in scrolling through her phone. Her long, shapely white legs, clad in shorts, were languidly crossed on the table, her black boots swaying gently on them.
It's fine if you're home alone, but behaving like this in front of your elders is definitely not respectful.
"I'm talking to you! Give me your phone!" The middle-aged man snatched the phone from the woman's hand.
Upon flipping the screen, she saw a photo that she had zoomed in on with her finger.
The photo shows a beautiful woman in a wedding dress, pouting and winking at the mirror in front of her vanity, making a very cute expression.
After looking at the photo, the middle-aged man gave a wry smile and looked at his daughter: "You know what? Dad is now really wondering if you like women. You like Bai Qingxia, don't you?"
"Yeah, I like women, I like her." The woman on the sofa responded nonchalantly, immediately getting up to snatch the phone back. She lightly touched the photo, and it shrunk.
It turned out she had simply clicked on someone's profile picture.
And this wasn't the first time she'd done something like this.
"Put your leg down!" the middle-aged man shouted.
The woman on the sofa looked up at him, her gaze fixed on him. The middle-aged man seemed to back down for a moment, then added, "I can stay for a while."
He sat down beside his daughter and patted her gently, his voice softening: "Alright, then tell me, why don't you like Uncle Liu's son? Dad will seriously listen to your opinions starting today, okay?"
The woman said impatiently, "He looks like a skeleton, like he'd fall apart if you punched him. How can I like him?"
"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man took out his phone, specifically found the notes section, and carefully wrote down: "So my daughter likes men with a more muscular build."
"What about Uncle Li's son?"
"He's so short, and he still has the nerve to ask me to meet him on the basketball court. His layup looks like an old lady using a cane."
"Okay, you like someone a little taller. I'll find you someone over 1.8 meters tall later, preferably someone who can play basketball, okay?"
"Where is Old Song's son?"
"Which Old Song?"
"The one my son wears an earring on."
"She's so effeminate, and her singing is awful, so affected. How dare she snatch the microphone from the bar singer?"
"Haha, okay, my daughter likes guys who look a bit masculine and can sing well! Hmm!"
"Where is Uncle Ou's son?"
"I hate men with skin that's too pale."
"You hate this? Fine, fine, I'll find you someone with a wheatish complexion, okay?"
The woman didn't speak. The middle-aged man smiled. As long as his daughter was willing to communicate with him, the situation was still under control. He continued to ask, "Where is Uncle Li's son, the one who drives the Bentley?"
"Too honest, I've never seen such a serious person."
"So, do you prefer... someone a little more sassy? Or someone a little more promiscuous? Or someone a little more shameless?" The middle-aged man smiled and gestured with his hands in front of him, describing the situation vividly.
The woman glared at him, then rolled over on the sofa: "...Let's go for something a little more cheap."
"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man nodded and continued taking notes: "What about the family living across the river? Their son."
"He's a quiet guy, he never says a word, I'd be bored to death if we were together."
"You like talkative people? Wait, I remember you dislike talkative people."
The woman frowned, put down her phone, and described the situation while explaining, "He doesn't need to talk too much, at least he can express a different opinion from mine, and we can bicker occasionally, like arguing, so it's not too boring. When I talk to him, all he says is 'uh-huh,' I really want to punch him in the mouth..."
After she finished speaking, she looked at her father, wondering if this middle-aged old man could connect with her brainwaves.
"Okay, so you like people you can bicker with..."
As the middle-aged man typed this line, he scratched his head slightly and blinked. How strange, it felt increasingly familiar.
"Where is Old Chen's son?" he asked, looking up again.
"Him! Just mentioning him makes me angry. Couldn't you have done some research before arranging blind dates for me? Do you know that he relies on his family's wealth and connections, cheated on his girlfriends while in school, looked down on ordinary people, bullied his classmates, and was incredibly arrogant, as if he wanted to tell the whole world about his family's situation? He's a complete spoiled brat." The woman on the sofa responded angrily.
The middle-aged man glanced at his daughter, analyzing and taking notes simultaneously: "So you like... a man who, even if his family is wealthy and well-connected, isn't arrogant, is devoted in relationships, is approachable and low-key with ordinary people, and wouldn't bully others just because he's a rich kid..."
"OMG! You like Lu Yuanqiu?!" The middle-aged man was so surprised that he dropped his phone. He leaned back, his arm raised behind him, his expression one of shock.
The woman who sat up stared blankly at her father, her expression frozen for a few seconds before she shook her head in a daze, denying it:
"I don't...I...I don't like him."
The middle-aged man looked at her silently, then swallowed hard.
He said that the more he memorized it, the more familiar it became.
Isn't this just searching according to Lu Yuanqiu's standards?
The woman lowered her head, raised her hand to brush her long hair upwards, then slowly raised her head again. For a moment, panic flickered in her eyes, but her expression quickly masked her anger: "Get lost!! I don't go on blind dates! Leave me alone!!"
She stood up, phone in hand, and stormed towards the stairs. Behind her came the voice of a middle-aged man: "Does Bai Qingxia know?"
The woman stopped in her tracks.
He raised his left hand and pressed it against the railing, his five fingers clenched tightly, his nails turning white.
After a long while, she turned around, her eyes already red and her body slightly hunched, as if she had suddenly become incredibly fragile.
She shook her head at her father, tears streaming down her face, crying, "She doesn't know, don't tell her..."
"Xiaxia is my best friend."
...
My name is Liu Wangchun!
Remember my name!
If you can't remember, I'll beat you up.
Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?
...Okay, it's not that big, but it's super hard!
Ha ha.
I was born a cheerful, lively, and always smiling girl.
I don't like to cry, and I hate to cry. I think that's a sign of weakness.
My family has been very wealthy since I was a child. Our assets were so numerous that I couldn't count them even when I was in kindergarten. Perhaps because of this, I have made countless friends and met people from various circles every day, all of whom wear a golden "rich person" label.
They are eccentric and act recklessly, because someone will always appear to clean up their messes and salvage their lives.
I don't have a mother, but I have a younger sister. However, we don't get along well, so although I love to laugh, I'm actually very lonely.
I want friends.
So I tried to fit in with those young masters and ladies. I was even more generous than them, and they welcomed me. But after a few days, I gradually realized that I was not the same kind of person as them.
After we drifted apart, I started looking for new friends.
Later I discovered that the ordinary people those "young masters and ladies" were talking about were not entirely useless; they also had their merits. I even found a boy I liked among them and had my first relationship with him.
However, there are also some problems in getting along with them.
When I stopped offering to pay, their attitude towards me changed. Although it was subtle, I noticed it and felt an increasingly strong sense of estrangement.
Even when we're discussing a topic, they'll scatter if I get close.
I am very sad.
I just forgot to offer to pay the bill once or twice out of countless times.
Perhaps in their eyes, someone who would never run out of money even if they paid the bill a million times is really stingy if they don't treat others.
So I paid for the meal again.
They proactively paid the bill at the front desk when they went to karaoke.
Their attitude towards me has indeed improved again!
But I can't be happy.
The friendship I long for seems to exist nowhere.
It wasn't until I overheard my first love telling someone that dating me was like dating an ATM, that I could have anything I wanted. From that day on, I realized that even this "lover" had never given me a single gift, not even some cheap trinket. His sweet words once made me think I was having the best relationship in the world.
I hadn't cried in a long time, but that time I cried all night.
The next day, she broke up with him, beat him up, and lied to her friends that it was because they were incompatible.
Since then, I have continued to use money to maintain my friendships with ordinary people. At least they are well-behaved and I can still get along with them. This kind of fake friendship cannot cause me any real harm.
Most importantly, when they're chatting together, my joining in doesn't cause them to scatter!
I think I, Liu Wangchun, am probably not suited to making friends. They probably think I'm just a rich fool.
Until one day, I met an ordinary person who was a little different... She was very sincere!
Hahahaha!
I'm sorry, I was really happy to meet her. Just thinking about her makes me smile and want to hug her right away... I'm so happy.
Thanks.
It helped me make the first true friend in my life.
It turns out that there are ordinary people who genuinely consider you a friend without you having to pay for their things.
Because of her, I met a second person.
It turns out that among the wealthy, there are also those who speak and act without arrogance, are very low-key, kind-hearted and warm-hearted, and face life with a positive and energetic attitude.
I thought I would rarely meet two types of people in my life, but I met them both when I was 17.
And they really are a perfect match!
They're a perfect match for me.
What makes me laugh even more is that these two actually like each other, hehe~
Ugh! It smells sour and pungent.
I want to bring them together.
So when the two of them were together, I would deliberately bump Xiaxia into Lu Yuanqiu. When I saw my best friend blush, I almost burst out laughing.
But these two are so awkward; they clearly like each other but won't come clean.
One wave subsides only for another to rise.
At this moment, Cheng Yaojin unexpectedly appeared.
Little Lian Dong dares to flirt with Lu Yuanqiu in public, she's incredibly audacious!
Beside the military training bus, I descended like a god! I stormed forward, snatched the popsicle that Long Lian Dong had given to Lu Yuan Qiu, and had Xia Xia lead Lu Yuan Qiu away.
With a snap, he crushed Long Lian Dong's popsicle in one bite, looking at her arrogantly, nipping her bold idea in the bud.
With me here, do you still dare to think about taking Lu Yuanqiu away from Xiaxia?
No one is allowed!
snort!
I can't either...
But I'm such a good person... why does Lu Yuanqiu always like to argue with me?
It doesn't matter.
I don't like him.
Although he plays basketball very well and is full of energy on the basketball court.
Despite his beautiful singing voice, his stage performances are youthful and full of energy.
Although he loves to laugh, it seems nothing can affect his optimistic mood.
Even though he's a real man, he can beat the bullies who harass him to a pulp.
Despite his gentle nature, he devised a way to heal someone based on just one diary entry.
But he wasn't gentle with me.
I also made no attempt to hide my dislike for him.
I was furious when someone didn't close the door properly while I was changing clothes in my walk-in closet.
I share an apartment with two other people in Orange City. We argue every day. Even though I cover my head to sleep at night, I still have a hard time falling asleep and often don't get up until noon.
Every time I go out and hear that he's there too, I roll my eyes in disgust.
I went from actively trying to match him with Xiaxia, to relentlessly criticizing him in front of Xiaxia after they got together, wanting to prove how much I hated him! But why do I... always bring him up again?
Finally, they are about to get engaged.
I was genuinely happy for Xiaxia after hearing this news.
That day, Xiaxia called and asked me, who was still in Zhucheng, to go visit Lu Yuanqiu. I declined repeatedly, but I had already started to sit down and put on makeup.
Halfway through my makeup, I suddenly realized that even the annoying person probably wouldn't notice whether I had makeup on or not.
After taking a deep breath, I happily continued applying makeup. I couldn't let that jerk see my ugly side.
As expected, we argued as soon as we met. I can't remember the specific details, maybe I don't want to remember, or maybe my brain isn't working properly, because I'm a silly goose.
All I remember is that the wind was gentle during my walk that night.
I couldn't help but laugh as I kicked the pebbles on the ground. Haha, I don't know what I was laughing at, but he probably didn't see it, so he wouldn't think much of it.
This fool is trying to steal my pebble and kick it. No one can take anything from me unless it's not meant to be mine.
When he asked me, "Why doesn't Brother Chun have a girlfriend?" the smile on my face disappeared.
Because...
Chun Ge fell in love with someone she couldn't love.
I kicked the pebble at my feet hard into the distance.
Why ask such a question when it was supposed to be a pleasant walk?
I said goodbye, masking my sadness with a smile, but I couldn't hold back my anger. So I turned around and gave him the middle finger, because I am Liu Wangchun, and I always seek revenge.
He just smiled, while I turned away and a tear fell.
...
Yan Yan, please stop staring at Aunt Chun. If you don't, Aunt Chun might dare to write those three words.
If you keep staring at Aunt Chun, she won't dare to write.
As my father helped me write those three words, I couldn't help but look at him again.
He's still the same as before.
But I am different now; I don't even have the courage to look you in the eye.
Because, you see, I love him.
...
My name is Liu Wangchun.
Please remember my name.
I am naturally cheerful and outgoing.
(End of this chapter)
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