Day: November 9, 2024

Chapter 65

       Zhan Xiusong came less than a week after Zhan Xueqing came.

       Zhan Xiusong was actually much thinner than when he came during the National Day holiday. When his grandmother saw him, she frowned and asked him why he had lost weight.

       “No, I haven’t lost much weight,” Zhan Xiusong said while raising his hand to push his glasses. His cheeks were obviously sunken, and his originally delicate outline had begun to show.

       Grandma looked at him carefully, “No, you’ve lost weight. You must eat more tonight.”

       So when it was time for dinner, Auntie Luo brought out a large plate of bright red braised pig’s feet from the kitchen. Grandma put the plate directly in front of Zhan Xiusong and said, “Songsong, you should eat more.”

       Zhan Xiusong stared at the braised pig’s feet and swallowed his saliva. He lowered his head, poked the white rice in the bowl with chopsticks and said, “I don’t like this.”

       Zhan Weiyang sat a little further away. He stretched out his hand to pick up half a pig’s foot but failed to reach it. He silently took back the chopsticks, poked in the rice bowl, and changed to pick up another dish.

       Pei Qing reached out and helped him pick up a braised pig’s feet and put it in the bowl.

       Zhan Weiyang said quickly, “Thank you.”

       Pei Qing said, “Eat it. I’ll give you another after you finish eating.”

       Zhan Weiyang lowered his head and began to chew the pig’s feet seriously.

       Zhan Weiguang looked at Zhan Xiusong for a while, then turned to Grandma and said, “He must be dieting.”

       Zhan Xiusong immediately raised his head and denied it, “I’m not dieting.”

       Zhan Xueqing couldn’t help laughing and asked him, “How come you lost so much weight if you are not dieting?”

       Zhan Xiusong didn’t pick up many dishes and didn’t eat the rice in the bowl too attentively. He said, “Studying in high school is harder than before, and I lost weight unconsciously.”

       Grandma was sitting on the side. When she heard him say that, she immediately said, “Then you have to eat more. Eat some pig’s feet quickly.”

       Zhan Xiusong looked at the braised pig’s feet again but still didn’t reach for his chopsticks.

       Zhan Weiguang suddenly stood up, picked up the entire plate of pig’s feet, and then used chopsticks to distribute one to everyone. When he distributed it to the end, he saw that there were still two left on the plate. He asked Zhan Weiyang, “Do you want to eat more?”

       Zhan Weiyang nodded.

       He gave Zhan Weiyang one more, and when he put the plate back on the table, he said, “Leave the remaining one for Dad, Zhan Xiusong doesn’t like it anyway.”

       Zhan Xiusong turned away and said without even looking at him, “I don’t like it indeed.”

       When they were halfway through their meal, Zhan Pengcheng came back from outside in a hurry. He washed his hands and sat down at the table. He took the bowl and chopsticks Auntie Luo handed to him. He looked at Zhan Xiusong and said, “Why did Xiusong lose so much weight?”

       Zhan Xiusong hummed vaguely.

       Zhan Pengcheng asked him, “Is it because you study too hard? Take advantage of the holiday now and eat more.” After saying that, he saw the last braised pig’s foot left on the table and stretched out his chopsticks to pick it up in Zhan Xiusong’s bowl.

       Zhan Xiusong opened his mouth but didn’t have time to refuse.

       Zhan Weiguang said at this time, “He said he doesn’t like it.”

       “Why doesn’t he like it?” Zhan Pengcheng said, “He obviously likes it very much! Right, Xiusong?”

       For a whole night, Zhan Xiusong was torn between inner and outer struggles. On the one hand, he couldn’t help wanting to eat the braised pig’s feet, but on the other hand, he warned himself not to waste the results of his diet and told himself to be sure to hold back. In the end, Zhan Pengcheng directly put the pig’s feet into his bowl.

       He thought the food was already in his bowl, and he couldn’t take it out to give it to others if he didn’t eat it, so he found a very reasonable excuse to comfort himself and just eat one and then go to exercise to consume it.

       He picked up the pig’s feet and put it into his mouth. He took a quick bite, and said to Zhan Pengcheng, “The braised ones at home are still delicious, thank you Uncle.”

       Zhan Pengcheng looked at him with a smile, “If you like it, let Auntie Luo continue to make it for you tomorrow, and then eat more.”

       Zhan Xiusong wanted to say no, but when he looked up, he saw Zhan Weiguang and Zhan Xueqing looking at him with a smile. He lowered his head and said nothing.

       Zhan Weiguang said, “If you want to diet, then go diet. What’s so bad about admitting it?”

       Zhan Xiusong snorted and whispered, “What’s your business?”

       After everyone finished their meal, they didn’t rush to leave the table and sat next to Zhan Pengcheng.

       Zhan Pengcheng said while eating, “Xiusong is here today. Do you want to go out and play tomorrow? Pei Qing can drive and go wherever you guys want to go, and Weiguang will be responsible for entertaining everyone.”

       Zhan Weiguang said, “I’m fine with both. Let’s see where you guys want to go and play.”

       Zhan Pengcheng said to them, “You guys go and discuss it.” After that, he whispered to Zhan Weiguang, “Don’t let them spend money.”

       Zhan Weiguang nodded.

       After eating, Zhan Xiusong went upstairs and enthusiastically gathered everyone in Zhan Weiguang’s room to discuss where to go tomorrow.

       Zhan Xueqing was also very interested and mentioned several places, but what she hoped most was to go shopping in the city centre and then find a good Japanese restaurant for lunch.

       Zhan Xiusong didn’t quite agree with Zhan Xueqing’s opinion, but he didn’t say anything. He just looked at the others and said, “I don’t care. You decide.” He thought that the others probably didn’t want to go shopping.

       Zhan Weiyang stood by the door and leaned against the wall. His body swaying back and forth as he thought about it and said, “I don’t want to go out.”

       He was not very interested in what they discussed, so he decided to stay home and play games.

       Pei Qing thought about it and asked him, “How about we have lunch at noon and go play badminton in the afternoon?”

       Zhan Weiyang shook his head.

       Pei Qing asked again, “Visit the museum?”

       Zhan Weiyang still shook his head.

       Pei Qing felt that he really didn’t want to go out. When he was about to speak, he heard Zhan Xueqing say, “Then don’t force Yangyang. Let Yangyang rest at home.”

       Zhan Xueqing sat on the chair in front of Zhan Weiguang’s desk with two thin legs stretched forward, looking at Zhan Weiyang gently.

       Pei Qing suddenly said, “Then I won’t go out either. Weiguang can drive, right?”

       Zhan Weiguang was stunned and a little surprised, “Why don’t you go?”

       Pei Qing said, “There’s no place I want to go.”

       Zhan Weiguang asked him, “Where do you want to go? Tell us, and we can discuss it.”

       Pei Qing smiled and shook his head.

       “Why not?” Zhan Xueqing asked him, her tone and expression becoming serious, “Just tell us where you want to go. What do you mean by this now?”

       Zhan Weiguang and Zhan Xiusong both looked at Zhan Xueqing, and they didn’t know what was going on. The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

       Zhan Weiyang also noticed something was wrong and looked at Pei Qing a little nervously.

       Pei Qing still maintained a gentle expression and said, “I also want to rest at home.”

       Zhan Xueqing chased him and asked him aggressively, “Do you want to rest at home, or do you not want to go out with me?”

       Zhan Weiyang really understood that something was wrong this time. He secretly moved a step in the direction of Pei Qing, not understanding why Zhan Xueqing suddenly got angry.

       Pei Qing replied to Zhan Xueqing, “I really want to rest at home.”

       Zhan Xueqing stood up from the chair, looked at Pei Qing and said, “Then you have a good rest, I will go out by myself tomorrow.” After that, she walked to the door.

       Zhan Xiusong called out cautiously, “Qing jie?”

       Zhan Xueqing ignored him, opened the door and went out, then closed the door forcefully.

       The door closed with a ‘bang’ sound, and Zhan Weiyang was frightened and trembled all over, patting his chest in panic.

       Zhan Weiguang looked at Pei Qing and blankly pointed in the direction of the door.

       Pei Qing shook his head.

       Zhan Weiguang said, “Why is Zhan Xueqing’s temper getting weirder and weirder now?”

       Pei Qing still didn’t speak. He said, “You should call her when you go out tomorrow.”

       Zhan Xiusong said reluctantly, “Go shopping with her?”

       Pei Qing didn’t answer, just waved to Zhan Weiyang, “Let’s go down.”

       Zhan Weiyang hurriedly followed him.


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Chapter 86 – Really a wicked person

Chapter 86 (Extra 9)

 

Yu Wuxia didn’t dare to hold down Jia Heng directly, so he pretended to twist his ankle and fell onto Jia Heng.

 

The tiger groaned as he was hit, his black eyes half-closed, seemingly looking at Yu Wuxia with some disdain.

 

Yu Wuxia didn’t get off the tiger. Instead, he took hold of the tiger’s two front paws, staring intently at him.

 

The tiger felt embarrassed and avoided his gaze.

 

Yu Wuxia asked, “Master, why won’t you look at me?”

 

The tiger ground his teeth but said nothing.

 

Yu Wuxia’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as he swallowed. He leaned down, his breath scattering on the tiger’s face, and kissed the tiger’s furry face.

 

The tiger’s eyes widened instantly, his black pupils shrinking in shock, staring at Yu Wuxia like black beans.

 

How… how could he kiss him!

 

Such frivolous behavior!

 

Yu Wuxia swallowed again. “Master, I told you before, if you don’t respond when I ask you something, I’ll kiss you until you do.”

 

Jia Heng had probably never heard such shameless words before, his chest shaking with anger as he exposed sharp claws, ready to swat Yu Wuxia away.

 

Yu Wuxia quickly said, “Master, I just formed my human shape. If you hit me with your paw, I might revert to my original form.” To see Jia Heng sooner, he didn’t dare to slack off for even a moment while cultivating as a relic, allowing him to come out seven years earlier than planned.

 

Jia Heng’s movements froze upon hearing this, though the anger in his eyes didn’t diminish, and he let out a threatening growl.

 

“Master, if you want to scold me, just say it directly. Don’t express it with your eyes.

 

Otherwise, no matter how long you glare at me, I won’t know what you’re saying.”

 

Yu Wuxia spoke “honestly,” still not getting up, pressing down on Jia Heng and feeling his clean, smooth fur through the layer of clothes.

 

Even though there was a layer of clothing, the fur felt very good to touch.

 

Master is perfect in every way.

 

When in tiger form, his fur is smooth. In human form, his lips are red, and his teeth are white.

 

Jia Heng closed his eyes, initially not wanting to deal with this troublesome disciple, but remembering his disciple’s threat, he reluctantly spoke, “Let go of me.”

 

No matter how dissatisfied he was with Yu Wuxia, Jia Heng had cultivated to become an Immortal for many years and had never uttered a curse word.

 

Yu Wuxia noticed his master speaking, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. As long as his master spoke, it was good enough for him.

 

Even if it was to scold him.

 

He released Jia Heng, who immediately stood up, shaking the dirt off his body and letting out another low growl to show his displeasure.

 

Yu Wuxia took a step forward, reaching out to touch Jia Heng, who turned abruptly, pretending to bite his finger, intending to scare him away.

 

But to his surprise, Yu Wuxia’s arm didn’t dodge, and his teeth sank into Yu Wuxia’s finger. He quickly let go, but it was too late. Yu Wuxia’s index and middle fingers were skinned, his teeth reaching the bone, and blood gushed out.

 

Jia Heng opened his mouth, his face full of tiger fur showing no emotion, but inexplicably giving off a sense of guilt.

 

Why… didn’t Yu Wuxia dodge?

 

Yu Wuxia clutched his fingers, tears welling up in his eyes from either pain or sadness, biting his lip as he looked at Jia Heng.

 

Jia Heng met his gaze, feeling more and more guilty.

 

He had just wanted to scare him.

 

“Master, your teeth are very sharp.”

 

Yu Wuxia didn’t complain much, just this simple sentence made Jia Heng’s previous dissatisfaction vanish, leaving only guilt.

 

Jia Heng said, “Why didn’t you dodge?”

 

Yu Wuxia held back his joy, for his master had voluntarily spoken to him again. He put on a facade of toughness, “Master, I’m currently without cultivation, weaker than an ordinary person, I couldn’t dodge.”

 

Jia Heng’s lips moved slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, “The herbs you ground earlier, apply them to your wound when you return.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Yu Wuxia followed behind, his eyes burning as he looked at Jia Heng, his gaze filled with madness and possessiveness, never waning.

 

As he followed, his body suddenly lost control and turned into a relic, falling to the ground.

 

Jia Heng noticed the lack of presence behind him, turned around, and lowered his head to find the grayish-brown relic in the grassy field. Due to his finger injury, there was a tiny scratch on one corner of the relic.

 

A moment of stillness passed through Jia Heng’s eyes as he picked up the relic with his mouth and returned to the cave.

 

He placed the relic down, surprised to see it turn completely red, the redness almost bleeding, making him study it carefully.

 

How strange.

 

The relic could change color.

 

Was something wrong?

 

He leaned in, his breath lightly touching the relic, seeing it turn even redder, almost bleeding. He guessed it might be stained with blood from Yu Wuxia’s injury.

 

But how could such a small wound bleed so much?

 

Jia Heng couldn’t figure it out, feeling a bit guilty, saying, “Cultivate well, apply the medicine yourself once you return to human form.”

 

After saying this, he turned away, no longer looking at the relic.

 

That night, he couldn’t help but turn his head occasionally to check the relic, wondering when Yu Wuxia would transform.

 

Until the next evening, the relic hadn’t transformed, but the strange red color had faded.

 

He had no heart for hunting, staying in the cave, already a day and night without Yu Wuxia transforming. Could that bite have seriously hurt Yu Wuxia?

 

He got up to check the relic again, focusing on it, discovering that the relic was turning red again, initially with spots of red, gradually merging into patches.

 

Jia Heng clicked his tongue, guessing this wasn’t an injury, but an expression of Yu Wuxia’s emotions.

 

Was it blushing?

 

Realizing this, Jia Heng felt uneasy, letting out a low growl, turning away from Yu Wuxia again. When he had brought the relic back yesterday, it was completely red, probably because…

 

Jia Heng’s face turned red too, with a faint heat.

 

Feeling unsettled, he shook his fur and ran out, dashing and leaping through the forest, trying to suppress or vent something. The moonlight filtered through, like thin fog floating in the forest, as he weaved through the mist, running over rocky hills, never stopping.

 

The wind howled in his ears, as if chasing him.

 

He squinted his eyes and ran to the top of the mountain. Only then did he stop, standing at the peak, facing the fierce night wind. The strange irritability in his heart hadn’t subsided; instead, it had grown stronger. His mind involuntarily drifted to Yu Wuxia.

 

The tiger sighed helplessly, crouching on the ground like a bewildered big cat.

 

It wasn’t until dawn, after finishing the hunt, that the tiger returned to the cave.

 

As soon as he entered the cave, he bumped into a tall, slender man. The tiger paused, avoiding his gaze. The man wasn’t wearing a cassock, just a thin white robe that clung to his body.

 

He bent down and patted the tiger’s head. The tiger, feeling as if his reverse scale had been touched, roared angrily to intimidate him.

 

“Master, where did you go?”

 

The tiger didn’t want to respond, turning his head to rest on the stone bed, but Yu Wuxia grabbed his ear. Hugging the tiger’s neck, he kissed the tiger’s forehead, looking into his confused and even terrified eyes.

 

“…,” the tiger thought.

 

“Master, where did you go?” Yu Wuxia repeated slowly, turning the tiger’s head to face him. His rosy lips moved as he spoke, so close that the tiger could feel his breath.

 

The tiger was really angry, not understanding how someone could be so shameless. Seeing Yu Wuxia leaning in for another kiss, the tiger reluctantly said, “Hunting.”

 

“Oh.” Yu Wuxia’s eyes curved with a warm smile. “Master, you don’t need to hunt anymore. I’ll make food for you.”

 

Yu Wuxia turned around, and only then did the tiger notice the pile of firewood inside the cave, with two flints nearby, a small fire slowly burning, and a plucked wild chicken roasting on a spit.

 

While expertly roasting the chicken, Yu Wuxia said mysteriously, “Master, don’t you think this wild chicken looks like the Demon Lord’s true form?”

 

“…,” Jiaheng thought.

 

He didn’t expect that after all this time, Yu Wuxia still remembered the Demon Lord.

 

Jiaheng, afraid of the fire, kept his distance. “Do you still want revenge on him?”

 

“No.” Yu Wuxia smiled, flames dancing in his eyes. “I’ve won so many times; it’s time to let him win once.”

 

Though he said this, Yu Wuxia felt that losing once outweighed winning a thousand times.

 

Only after losing did he realize that his master cared for him too.

 

After finishing roasting the chicken, Yu Wuxia handed it to Jiaheng. Jiaheng said, “I’m not hungry, you eat.”

 

“I’m currently in my true form; I don’t need food. What I need is…”

 

“What?” Jiaheng asked, biting into the chicken.

 

“The essence of a man.”

 

“Ugh.”

 

The tiger coughed violently, his chest trembling and his back twitching. Yu Wuxia gently patted his back, his voice husky in the dim light, “Master, you’re the best.”

 

“Yu Wuxia!”

 

The tiger glared at him, unaware that a piece of chicken was stuck to his fur, making his angry expression oddly comical.

 

Yu Wuxia’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in, licking the chicken off the tiger’s mouth, smiling deeply, “Everything Master eats becomes especially delicious.”

 

“…,” Jiaheng thought.

 

Jiaheng wanted to slap him away but held back upon seeing his pale face.

 

“Master, can you transform into a human? You’re always in tiger form, and it’s a bit inconvenient for me.”

 

“What inconvenience?” Jiaheng asked coldly.

 

“Just some inconvenience.” Yu Wuxia noticed that his master’s thoughts were now influenced by him, calming his excitement, and hugged the tiger’s neck.

 

The tiger’s body suddenly stiffened.

 

“It’s inconvenient to get close to you.” Yu Wuxia’s gaze lowered, his long eyelashes almost brushing against the tiger’s fur. The tiger, uncomfortable, struggled to push him away, but in the next moment, the tiger suddenly transformed into human form.

 

Jiaheng wasn’t tall, but his figure was thin and delicate, with fair skin and a youthful face. Suddenly transforming from a tiger to a human, he was completely naked.

 

Every inch of his white skin was exposed, illuminated by the flickering firelight, like a veil of firelight.

 

Jiaheng hadn’t seen himself in human form for a long time. Upon seeing himself, he instinctively curled up, trying to cover his naked body, but there was nothing in the cave.

 

He had to cross his arms over his chest, glaring angrily at Yu Wuxia.

 

Yu Wuxia, at this moment, was staring intently at Jiaheng, with blood slowly trickling from his nostrils.

 

“…,” Jiaheng thought.

 

What a wicked disciple.

 

Truly a wicked disciple.


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Chapter 17 – Gu Lizhou, a Rich Fool Of a Bastard

“Come in and have a seat.” Cao Zhiheng opened the door and began clearing the various props off the sofa. “It’s a bit messy ah, hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.”

Zhong Weishi had lived here for many years, but this was the first time he had been properly invited into someone’s apartment. He glanced around and thought to himself that an artist’s world… really was messier than usual.

Cao Zhiheng had a kind face and was quick to strike up a conversation, which made him seem much more approachable than Zhong Weishi had imagined.

“Are you making props for a film crew ah?” Zhong Weishi asked.

“Yo, sharp eye, you can tell at a glance ah.” Cao Zhiheng laughed. “Most people assume I’m a carpenter at first glance.”

Zhong Weishi chuckled, picking up a small wooden jewelry box with a label from the film crew stuck underneath: “The Best Inn in the Capital.”

He had some impression of this TV show; the director He Gu was quite famous in the circle. Someone in the group chat had mentioned that filming would start soon, but then there had been no updates. What a coincidence—this artist was actually making props for that production?

“The stuff is quite exquisite. This must have taken quite a bit of time to make?”

“Not too bad. The one you’re holding took about two weeks to finish. The intricate carving work on the hollow parts was the most time-consuming,” Cao Zhiheng said.

“Is the drama already being filmed now?” Zhong Weishi asked.

“Uh, yeah, just started last week.” Cao Zhiheng poured him a cup of warm water.

“Thanks.”

Previously, Zhong Weishi had only ever exchanged nods with him, but after a bit of conversation, he found that this person’s personality was quite good. He asked, “Then, are you familiar with the crew’s coordinator? The one in charge of casting actors.”

“Quite familiar ah, why? Do you want to audition ah? The lead roles have already been cast, and they usually recruit those well in advance,” Cao Zhiheng said.

“No, no, no,” Zhong Weishi waved his hand, “I was just asking casually. If they happen to be short on extras or small supporting roles, do you think you could maybe help introduce me? I can do wire stunts, flips, play a corpse—anything!”

Ancient martial arts dramas often required a lot of wirework. It wasn’t that the new generation of actors weren’t willing to put in the effort; they just hadn’t mastered the skills yet. As soon as they were hoisted up, they’d start flailing and screaming, making some scenes better suited for professional stunt doubles to save time and effort.

Cao Zhiheng nodded, “Sure ah, I’ll ask around for you later.”

Zhong Weishi was so excited that his face lit up with joy. “Then, thank you so much! Let’s add each other as friends!”

“Okay.” Cao Zhiheng took out his phone.

Zhong Weishi quickly asked, “What’s your Wi-Fi password, by the way?”

The two were engrossed in conversation when the sound of running water in the bathroom suddenly stopped.

Zhong Weishi paused for a moment, reminded of his main reason for coming over tonight. He turned his head to look.

A man’s bare upper body unexpectedly came into his view.

Gu Lizhou, who usually lived alone, didn’t have the habit of bringing a pile of clothes into the bathroom with him. So when he came to Cao Zhiheng’s place, it was no different for him—it felt as casual as being at home, free of restraints.

After showering, he didn’t bother drying his hair, so it hung wet and dripping. A light gray striped towel was slung loosely around his neck. He was wrapped in a white bath towel around his waist, but it was so loose that it looked like it might fall off after just a few steps.

Zhong Weishi’s first reaction was that this guy actually had a pretty good physique.

The muscles on his arms weren’t particularly bulky, but the lines were well-defined. His chest was slightly flushed from the hot water, and droplets of water from his hair trickled down his chest and abs. His whole body seemed to still be surrounded by the warmth of the steam, and the faint outline of his V-lines disappeared beneath the bath towel.

“Give me a minute, I’ll put on some clothes,” Gu Lizhou said, wiping his hair.

“Oh.” Zhong Weishi hurriedly looked away.

Gu Lizhou walked over to them, took a sip of water, and then turned to head toward the bedroom. Zhong Weishi’s eyes uncontrollably followed him again.

Was he not wearing underwear?

Above that was a sharply defined waistline…

There was a large black tattoo on his slightly protruding shoulder blade. Before Zhong Weishi could make out the design, Gu Lizhou had already shut the door behind him.

Seeing how wide-eyed Zhong Weishi was, Cao Zhiheng couldn’t help but wave his hand and tease him, “What are you staring at? Into guys, are you?”

Zhong Weishi immediately retorted, “No, I just thought I saw a tattoo on him.”

“So what if he has a tattoo?” Cao Zhiheng chuckled. “Haven’t you seen him? He smokes, gets perms, and has tattoos, but he’s not a bad guy.”

“I didn’t mean that.” Zhong Weishi lowered his head and muttered softly like a mosquito, “I do think that he’s a nice person.”

Only when he reached for the mug next to him to take a sip, did he realized… it was empty.

Cao Zhiheng laughed apologetically, “Sorry, all the cups here look the same. Let me wash it and pour you another one.”

Zhong Weishi put the cup back down as if he’d pinched a hot potato. “No, no, it’s fine. I won’t drink…”

Then he suddenly realized something. “I mean, I’m not bothered by it… I’m just not thirsty.”

God ah! What the hell was he talking about!

Zhong Weishi felt like a white soul was floating out of the back of his head and hovering above him.

Cao Zhiheng let out a laugh and didn’t say anything.

“What’s up?” Gu Lizhou emerged from the bedroom, still fastening the waistband of his pants. Dressed in a simple sports outfit with his bangs hanging down, he looked like he was only in his 20s.

“Oh, about that,” The moment Zhong Weishi met Gu Lizhou’s gaze, all the lines he’d been rehearsing along the way got stuck in his throat. “These clothes, I feel like I don’t really need to dress up this much…”

“Want to return it?” Gu Lizhou saw through him instantly.

“Ah…” Zhong Weishi nodded in relief. “Did you keep the receipt? I’ll take it to the mall tomorrow and check.”

“Nope.” Gu Lizhou answered quickly.

Cao Zhiheng figured it out, his eyes suspicious: “Wait, you bought him those clothes ah? You ripped his clothes? How’d you break it ah?”

Gu Lizhou didn’t deny it, pouring some water into his cup. “If you don’t want to wear it, just give it away.”

Cao Zhiheng glanced at Zhong Weishi, then at his brother, sensing something unusual.

Zhong Weishi’s eyes widened.

Like he’d give it away!

Never mind how expensive this shirt was, even if it was worth just 20 yuan, he wouldn’t give it away…

In this world, aside from Grandma Zhao, no one else had ever bought him clothes.

Naturally, he couldn’t just accept the gift without reciprocating. Zhong Weishi had just searched for the brand on Taobao and saw the retail price.

A 9% discount still made it over 800 yuan.

He looked up, determined: “Give me some paper and a pen.”

Cao Zhiheng, realizing he was going to write an IOU, quickly said, “Xiao Didi, it’s just a piece of clothing, no need for that.”

Gu Lizhou immediately put on a ‘Does laozi looks like a person who lacks that little money?’ expression, waving it off. “En, there’s really no need.”

Zhong Weishi looked at him, “Don’t be stubborn with me! I’m someone who’s always had my own principles. I don’t like casually owing people favors.”

Cao Zhiheng, the fence-sitter, immediately switched sides: “Yes, yes, yes, owing someone a favor is the hardest to repay. Old Gu! If he wants to repay you, just let him.”

Gu Lizhou thought this stupid kid must have drunk too much of the fake alcohol. Wasn’t he usually pretty happy when taking advantage of him?

It wasn’t like he bought the clothes today for the purpose of giving away favors.

But while he hesitated, Cao Zhiheng had already handed over paper and pen, buzzing in Zhong Weishi’s ear like a bee: “Just a little gesture will do ah, don’t take it too seriously. When dealing with a stupid rich bastard like him, we’d be fools if we don’t pit him.”

The stupid rich bastard kicked him.

Gu Lizhou didn’t even care about what Zhong Weishi was writing, until he put the pen down and dashed out the door, then he squinted to make out the barely-legible scribbles that generously called themselves words.

“Happiness Annual Card

With this card, you can watch my talent show 100 times for free.”

It was signed with a ridiculously cheeky smiley face, with an additional note drawn beside it: “Heihei, I have no money!”

Gu Lizhou held his forehead, laughing so hard his shoulders shook.

 

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