Chapter 134: A Smile Erases All Grudges

Tang Song shook his head, saying the main thing was that you picked the wrong person; look at me, I don't have much money either, yet Xiao Qing is still willing to be with me. Zhu Baoping was slightly stunned; this point had indeed been overlooked by him.

But he just liked Xiao Chuchu, a liking that made no sense.

Perhaps people are just this base; what cannot be obtained is always restless, while those who are favored are fearless.

Especially a while ago, being called "Brother Zhu" so gently by Xiao Chuchu—that was the happiest time of his life.

However, that was ultimately just a dream woven from false sentiments; after the dream woke, everything returned to the starting point.

Xiao Chuchu did not belong to him in the past, and she will not belong to him in the future.

Lin Yang couldn't help but interject: "You should look at yourself; Sun Dawei is a local of Hangzhou, his family has a large house, he's one meter eight tall, and even if he isn't super handsome, he's at least average."

"If you were Xiao Chuchu, how would you choose?"

Zhu Baoping didn't get angry; instead, he grinned and chuckled, though there was an indescribable bitterness to it.

Tang Song advised: "Instead of thinking about those irrelevant things now, you'd be better off studying hard and continuing your work-study; once you make something of yourself in the future, you'll have everything."

"Forget it, let's not mention those frustrating things. Come! Drink!" Zhu Baoping shook his head and raised his draft beer to signal.

"Lao Lin, I've seen you looking greedy for a long time now; do you want to come over and join us?"

Tang Song and Lin Yang looked at him in surprise. Zhu Baoping curled his lips and said, "Why look at me like that? It was just a fight; I never took it to heart to begin with. It was Lao Lin who kept feeling unhappy about it."

"I just don't know if, after so long, the man has let it go."

Being needled like this, as if he were some petty person, Lin Yang immediately became unhappy, clamoring about who hadn't let it go—he just didn't like the look of him and couldn't be bothered to pay him any mind.

Zhu Baoping wasn't in the mood to argue with him; if he was unhappy, so be it. He just asked if he was going to drink or not. Lin Yang scratched his head, thinking that it would be a waste not to drink, and since it wasn't his own thick-skinned initiative anyway, he would just treat it as fleecing a miser.

And so, the drinking group added one more person.

Tang Song was immensely gratified, saying it would be great if Shen Yan were here right now. Zhu Baoping was particularly bold tonight and immediately dialed a call.

After all, Shen Yan had helped him that morning, so treating him to a little drink was only right.

However, the only response he got was a series of beeps.

"It didn't go through; no idea what he's busy with."

Lin Yang revealed a somewhat lewd expression, "He's probably off having a wild time with his girlfriend; who has time to answer your call."

"Damn!" Zhu Baoping was so angry his face turned green. He was here full of stifled anger, while Shen Yan was actually holding a beauty and engaging in such romantic pleasures.

There is no justice!

So Zhu Baoping asked: "Lao Tang, what does it actually feel like to do that thing?"

Tang Song's old face flushed red; who isn't still a little virgin? How would he know anything? Zhu Baoping looked at Lin Yang again, and Lin Yang's mouth twitched wildly.

He hadn't even held a girl's hand before; why look at him for that!

"Sigh!"

"Sigh!"

"Sigh!"

Three consecutive sighs, genuinely envious of Shen Yan's carefree life.

"Let's not talk about this; everyone eat quickly, the skewers will lose their flavor if they get cold."

With cups clinking and wine flowing, after a round of heavy drinking, all three were flushed red. Lin Yang had the lowest tolerance; he couldn't take it after only two glasses of draft beer.

His blood kept rushing to his head, he hiccuped repeatedly, and he was spouting nonsense.

"Lao Zhu, sometimes I think our experiences are quite similar; ignored by the person we like, and when we get impulsive, we just start a fight."

Zhu Baoping said you're still better off; at least Wu Yueer never played you. I'm the one who's truly miserable, being fooled left and right, losing both money and the person, and becoming such a big joke.

Lin Yang chuckled; by comparison, his own experience was simply too trivial. Perhaps out of empathy, all of Lin Yang's resentment toward Zhu Baoping vanished at this moment.

They were all grown men, not like girls who would nitpick and remember small things until the end of time.

So Lin Yang took a pack of Red Liqun cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Tang Song and Zhu Baoping, and the three began to puff away.

Ever since smoking the Nanjing cigarette Tang Song had handed him, Lin Yang had initially felt somewhat unaccustomed to it. After all, it was his first time trying to smoke.

However, as the smoke slowly rose, the unique aroma and mellow taste gradually permeated the air, like a mysterious key opening a door to a new world.

Every inhalation of smoke felt like savoring a delicate and complex emotion, making one intoxicated and unable to extricate oneself. Just like that, Lin Yang had unknowingly picked up the habit of smoking.

Tang Song blew a smoke ring and sighed: "I shouldn't have given you that cigarette back then; now it's great, the dorm has one more chimney."

Lin Yang didn't care at all; a real man should silently enjoy the pleasure brought by puffing away.

This gave him a feeling of being superior to his peers, more mature.

That night, the three talked for a very, very long time, discussing everything under the sun. Lin Yang boasted about wanting to get a girlfriend soon and become a real man; Zhu Baoping had a sudden realization and decided to continue his work-study—without money, women and the like are all just floating clouds.

Tang Song cheered them both on, acting like a big brother.

A good night's sleep!

The next day, the first ray of sunlight shone in from outside the window, warm and soft, illuminating the entire room with clarity. Little birds flew onto the branches early, singing happily as if telling people that a new day had arrived.

On the Large Bed, a young man and woman slept in each other's arms. The man lay flat, his chest broad and solid; the woman wore a black spaghetti-strap nightgown, her lotus-root-like arms exposed, curled up in the man's embrace like a little kitten, a happy smile hanging on the corner of her mouth, seemingly in the midst of a beautiful dream.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Knock, knock, knock! Sister, if you don't get up, you're going to be late."

Fang Xiang opened her eyes, bleary with sleep. Feeling that warm body, her pretty face couldn't help but flush. Hearing her younger brother's urging, she hurriedly said: "You go to work first, the boss is looking for me to handle some things in a moment."

Fang Tian suddenly realized; no wonder his sister, who was always an early riser, had no movement today.

Hearing the retreating footsteps, Fang Xiang breathed a slight sigh of relief, but the next moment, a pair of large hands began to make mischief again.

Shen Yan rolled over, pressing firmly onto that soft, delicate body like an octopus, then gently sucked on Fang Xiang's most sensitive earlobe, saying softly: "You really are a clever little thing, actually guessing that the boss wants you to handle some things."

Fang Xiang twisted her body and said shyly: "Boss, how about waiting until tonight? I still have to rush to work."

"Your job right now is to help the boss vent his fire."

This black transparent nightgown really gets more exciting the more one looks at it.

"Mm..."

Another two hours passed; Fang Xiang lay limp on the bed, staring at the ceiling with dazed eyes, seemingly savoring the pleasure that had just occurred.

Shen Yan took out his phone and discovered a missed call from Zhu Baoping, which he didn't mind, but a message from Yu Youwei left him somewhat surprised.