Chapter 144: A Night of Confusion (Part 1)

"Yang Tianxing doesn't want you?!"

Tian Jiayi looked surprised: "He doesn't look particularly outstanding either, and he has a roguish, bad-boy smile. I thought that Shao Ziyang was your crush."

"Huh?"

Tan Zhizhi had been feeling quite miserable, as she had just recalled bits and pieces of memories with Yang Tianxing in that instant, but what the heck was Shao Ziyang?

She didn't even have time to feel miserable, and said with a laugh-cry expression: "Ziyang and I are just high school classmates; the bond connecting us is actually Yang Tianxing."

"So that's how it is."

Tian Jiayi patted her head: "I saw Shao Ziyang ask you out for a meal last time, and he looked quite honest, so I thought he was your type."

Little Zhizhi shook her head: "Ziyang usually doesn't take the initiative to contact me; we don't have much contact."

Tian Jiayi realized: "That day, did you actually know Yang Tianxing was there too?"

"I had that feeling, I suppose."

Little Zhizhi suddenly tilted her head and asked: "Jiayi, Yang Tianxing is indeed a roguish and bad person, but if these two types of boys, Yang Tianxing and Shao Ziyang, were pursuing you at the same time, who would you choose?"

Tian Jiayi thought about it seriously and spat out three words: "Yang Tianxing."

"The reason?" Little Zhizhi asked.

Tian Jiayi was a bit embarrassed: "Maybe honest people are too boring. A boy who is a bit roguish and a bit bad is better at coaxing girls into being happy."

"Better at coaxing girls..."

Little Zhizhi immediately remembered a snowy day last year when she said during the day that she wanted to see a snowman, and Yang Tianxing, reeking of alcohol, braved the heavy snow at midnight past 12 o'clock to build a snowman downstairs at the dormitory building.

"Bad boys are indeed very good at coaxing girls into being happy, Jiayi, you must be careful."

Little Zhizhi turned her head to look at her notebook and wiped the corner of her eye in a way that was hard to notice.

"Yang Tianxing, that night I really wanted to marry you."

………………

Yang Tianxing did not know that Little Zhizhi had taken over the drafting of the legal documents for Rocket 101; he felt that Tian Jiayi was not "family," so the final result would definitely be sloppy.

"In two days, I'll find a law firm to take a look."

Yang Tianxing thought to himself when his phone suddenly rang "Ding-a-ling," it was Su Weiyu calling.

"Boss Zhao has returned to the factory."

Su Weiyu's voice sounded muffled, probably because he was covering the microphone while speaking.

"When?"

Yang Tianxing asked.

"Just now, Wei Lei was on duty at the gate and happened to see it."

"Alright, thank you, call me again if anything comes up."

The boss of Runxing Electronics Factory, Zhao Qingxun, was often like a dragon that shows its head but not its tail, but Yang Tianxing could keep track of her movements because the two Su brothers were in logistics and security respectively; acting as informants was their most basic function.

"How can I persuade this woman to invest in the Rocket 101 campus delivery project? If that doesn't work, borrowing some money would be fine too."

Yang Tianxing thought to himself.

Zhao Qingxun was not old, but from their previous contact, her beauty and good figure were just external conditions; she was very capable in her work, and her reforms were also bold and decisive.

Additionally, perhaps because she was a "fallen princess," Zhao Qingxun herself didn't have much of an air about her, and during the three days Yang Tianxing spent in quarantine with her, they had established a special "revolutionary friendship."

Yang Tianxing pondered for a long while, picked up his phone, and dialed: "Boss Zhao, where are you?"

"Yo, it's rare for Comrade Scumbag to call me. I'm in the United States, is there something?"

Zhao Qingxun said with a smile.

Yang Tianxing curled his lips, thinking to himself, why the hell don't you say you're on the moon?

"Are you free to have a meal together tonight?" Yang Tianxing asked.

"Not going."

Zhao Qingxun refused directly: "If you ask me to eat, it's either for my money or for me."

She continued to analyze leisurely: "As for money, the factory has always employed your delivery collection team, and considering we were once in quarantine together, the pay has never been short; as for me, I witnessed with my own eyes two such beautiful girls feeling sad for you at the same time."

"So, your evaluation here is two words: scumbag!"

A blowing sound came from the phone; presumably, Zhao Qingxun was drinking coffee again.

"Boss Zhao, 'scumbag' refers to matters of the heart. Setting that aside, we can still be friends."

Yang Tianxing didn't even want to refute the "scumbag" label, since Zhao Qingxun had seen it all.

"Let's have a late-night snack tonight. You've been in Chang'an for so long, you probably haven't eaten at a street stall, right?" Yang Tianxing suggested.

Zhao Qingxun was unimpressed: "What's good about street stalls? Working is more comfortable."

"You don't understand, these folk foods are delicious, and eating at a street stall isn't just about eating food; it's a feeling."

Yang Tianxing said on the phone: "I'll call some friends from school. Don't reveal your true identity; just say you're a female graduate student. We'll order a few basins of spicy crayfish, open a pitcher of ice-cold beer, walk out of the air-conditioned office, sit on the noisy street, and blow the electric fan mixed with hot air..."

"Gulp."

As Yang Tianxing was speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of swallowing on the phone, so he asked: "You haven't eaten yet?"

Zhao Qingxun gave an "Mm": "Just got off the plane not long ago."

Once she said that, Yang Tianxing spoke even more enthusiastically.

"You don't know about that spicy crayfish; the shrimp head is incredibly fresh and tender. Lick the shrimp roe flowing onto your fingernails, slurp up a mouthful of the soup—oh my god, it's slightly spicy with a fresh sweetness. Then drink a big gulp of beer, and your whole body will feel like it's flying..."

"Fine, what time tonight."

Zhao Qingxun conceded.

Yang Tianxing replied with a grin: "Soon, I'll pick up a few people and head straight over."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Tianxing felt very proud.

No matter how impressive Zhao Qingxun was, she was still a girl in her early twenties, and having been thrown to the mainland by the Zhao family, even if she was very rich, she couldn't buy friends.

People all have a gregarious nature; after eating delicacies for too long, one probably wouldn't refuse the feeling of eating at a roadside stall with their peers.

Of all the martial arts in the world, only "routines" are invincible.

However, Yang Tianxing pondered for a while in his head about the choice of person for this late-night snack, which needed to meet a few requirements.

First, someone who is sociable; you can't have someone who can't even let out a fart after three sentences, as that would make everyone awkward.

Second, someone interesting, preferably the type who is inherently interesting without even realizing it themselves; Yi Min is exactly this type.

Third, add some girls; Zhao Qingxun is female, and the personality mix shouldn't be too one-dimensional.

Yang Tianxing thought for a moment, and the first person he actually called was Deng Yidi.

"Want to grab a bite to eat tonight?"

"Wow, this is the first time you've taken the initiative to ask me out."

"Will you do me the honor?"

"I will, how could I dare not to?"

Deng Yidi giggled, then lowered her voice and said: "Whatever Daddy says, I will do."

"Alright then, let's meet at the Fruitwood Aroma Barbecue House at East Lake at seven o'clock tonight."

Yang Tianxing was about to hang up the phone after speaking, when Deng Yidi suddenly stopped him: "Are there any other people?"

"There are a few other friends, I'll call Chairman Gu in a bit too."

Deng Yidi nodded; she had only asked casually and wasn't very concerned about the identities of the others, only caring about another question.

"After we finish the barbecue, are we going back to school?"

"Of course we're going back..."

Yang Tianxing realized halfway through his sentence: "Are you trying to get a room with me?"

"Mmm~"

Deng Yidi replied in a delicate, soft voice.

Yang Tianxing laughed out loud: "Not today, I'm feeling unwell, let's do it next time, hahaha."

Hearing the "beep-beep-beep" sound, Deng Yidi gave a cold snort: "Even if it's not suitable, I'll make you suitable."

She threw off the dormitory quilt, walked off the bed with her two straight, long legs bare, opened the wardrobe, and muttered to herself: "Which outfit doesn't show too much, but still looks very sexy?"