Fu Jingsheng: "Everyone has their own ambitions, I don’t want so many restrictions."

Tang Si laughed: "Then don’t even think about leaving here, just keep hiding. Think it over and then tell me."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

Fu Jingsheng watched his back: "What makes you think you can actually catch me, and what makes you think you can uncover the T Organization on your own?"

Tang Si’s steps abruptly halted, he turned slightly, his thin lips curved into a faint smile: "Then try it."

After speaking, he turned and got into the car.

"Ha..." Fu Jingsheng suddenly chuckled: "Try it?"

He turned to find that fierce little girl.

As soon as he arrived there, she spoke: "Looks like you’re really wealthy."

Fu Jingsheng: "You agreed?"

"But you still have to give me back the fifty bucks first."

Fu Jingsheng’s lips twitched slightly: "You were almost assaulted, I dragged my half-dead self to save you, and it’s not worth fifty bucks? Can you stop being so money-obsessed?"

Back then, Fu Jingsheng was indeed hanging by a thread. In that situation, if he hadn’t trained, a regular person would have fainted.

He’s the type that gambles his life to escape.

"We still have to keep accounts clear."

"Also, I have a name; it’s Shi Xunnian."

Fu Jingsheng: "Hard to remember, can’t recall."

The next second, Shi Xunnian took out a notebook and a pen from her bag.

Fu Jingsheng watched her write something in the notebook and then handed it to him.

It read: Shi Xunnian

The handwriting was elegant and beautiful, precise and neat.

Fu Jingsheng raised an eyebrow: "What’s this? Showing me elementary school handwriting?"

"Our teacher said, if you can’t remember, copy it a hundred times. I think this method is quite effective." Shi Xunnian handed the pen to Fu Jingsheng: "Copy it."

Fu Jingsheng: "..."

"After you finish, I’ll agree." Shi Xunnian said: "Henceforth, you’re my God of Wealth, you say east, I won’t go west."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I’m sure."

That night, Fu Jingsheng wrote Shi Xunnian’s name a hundred times.

Afterward, he felt like an idiot, like if he just memorized it, it would be done; no need for a hundred times.

Shi Xunnian was amazed at Fu Jingsheng’s handwriting, it was beautiful, bold and powerful, the strokes were strong and the flow was astonishingly pleasing to the eye.

She said: "I’ve never seen anyone write my name so beautifully."

Fu Jingsheng looked up, glanced at her, although not well-dressed, her brows were delicate, poised, and refined.

He scoffed: "How can it be? It’s your name that’s beautiful, nothing to do with me."

Sarcastic.

...

Taking Song Nuan home, Song Yi helped her wash up, change clothes, and managed to get her onto the bed to sleep.

As she was about to leave, Song Nuan started fussing again, eyes closed, grabbing her, mumbling that she had to see Lu Yan.

"What Lu Yan, the guy’s asleep now." Song Yi: "Behave, go tomorrow when he’s up."

"Woo..." Song Nuan buried her head in the pillow: "He’s a bastard."

"How is he a bastard?"

"He doesn’t want me anymore." Song Nuan sobbed.

She threw a fit; afterward, she regretted a bit, clearly understanding that not everyone can handle her spoiled nature, she’s willing to change.

Changing takes time.

Yet, he didn’t even comfort, just blocked and deleted her, never thought of checking on her.

Really is a bastard.

Song Yi pursed her lips: "Guys at his age might lack a sense of security the most."

"If you really like him, make him feel you truly can’t live without him. Broadly speaking, in romance, everyone lacks security, especially considering the large age difference between you two, the one most insecure is him."

"After all, you’re eighteen, just starting out in life, few can stay with their first love. It’s normal for a girl to date a few times before marrying, as emotional history and worldview aren’t rich."

"So why should I chase him?" Song Nuan sniffled, still somewhat lost: "I’ve flirted with him, and he ignores me."

"He’d rather do things alone, he doesn’t want me."

Song Yi’s tone was gentle: "Precisely because you like him, you should chase him. Take more steps than him, then he’ll come running to you."

"In their world, adult men’s, not everything is about romance; indeed, there’s almost none of it."

"Otherwise, if you’re reluctant to risk everything, to lower yourself to pursue, how can you expect him to come to you unconditionally?"

"You should let him understand you more, understand how profound your affection for him is."

Song Yi gently pushed away Song Nuan’s hand: "You’re still young, not sure if you can understand, this is all I can tell you. In love, not everything should be symmetrical, and after giving, don’t expect anything in return, that’s love."

"Though love is mutual, if you insist on comparing who loves whom more, it becomes a competition, losing purity and becoming tainted. Human nature is inherently greedy, insisting on comparing; one day, you’ll feel the other isn’t loving you enough and the relationship will crumble. There’s always a peak and a tipping point in comparison; this tipping point is life’s end, when comparison makes the other willing to die for you, then it’s too late to regret."

"Emotions are inherently complex, throughout this, you must accept all your complex feelings and embrace all the emotional outcomes."

"So, you need to consider carefully if you can truly be with him, if you’re truly worthy of his steady pace towards you, possessing you."

...

Song Yi’s view on love is very clear.

They say if love is too clear, it won’t be happy.

Yet if love is too muddled, it becomes meaningless, emotions are complex, but can still be defined.

There’s a type of love called her and Tang Si’s love.

Love has a thousand types, each person’s is different.

...

The next morning.

Song Nuan groggily awoke from bed, her head felt like it was splitting.

Vaguely she remembered what happened last night; she wasn’t blackout drunk and remembered her sister’s advice.

Song Nuan’s eyes were a bit misty, she lifted the covers and swayed towards the bathroom to wash up.

Today she had to go to school, there was an experiment to do.

After washing up and dressing, Song Nuan gradually recovered, her head still aching a bit.

In the living room, she saw Song Yi.

Song Yi saw Song Nuan come out, she put down her phone: "Drink some hangover soup, I’ll take you to school."

Song Nuan looked around: "Where’s brother-in-law?"

"At work."

"Hmm."

During meal, Song Yi scolded Song Nuan a bit, telling her not to go to places like bars.

Especially not alone.

"Okay." Song Nuan obediently nodded.

After eating, Song Yi drove Song Nuan to school.

Song Yi glanced sideways and asked Song Nuan: "Are you going back to our parents’ tonight?"

"Going home." Song Nuan: "Not disrupting your couple time."

"I’ll arrange for the home driver to pick you up after school."

Song Nuan thought for a moment and replied: "Not sure when the experiment will finish, I’ll call the driver once I’m done."

Song Yi raised an eyebrow, asked again: "Is your allowance enough?"

End of the month, asking for monthly votes~