Chapter 58: You Must Be Happy

In the blink of an eye, the time for school to start arrived.

Wang Yan and Fang Hui were both Huaqing students, and Lin Jiamu and Zhao Ye were also nearby, not far away, and school didn't start many days apart.

Wang Yan chose a computer-related major; he was already LV2, so he wanted to level up. Everything he possessed, apart from a pile of life skills, leveled up too slowly, and he also wanted to see how high the system could go.

As for Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu choosing their majors, Wang Yan just said one sentence: "Study whatever you want," and then he didn't care. He wasn't counting on them to earn money; it was good to study what they liked, and they would have motivation.

Happiness, after all, must be happy.

Wang Yan had wandered around campus twice in reality, and it wasn't much different from twenty years later, so he didn't look around with curiosity.

The three came to campus, reported, received things, and Wang Yan helped Fang Hui get busy for a while.

Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu's opinions were relatively unified: they didn't want to live on campus, but Wang Yan didn't agree.

Study hard when you're at school, and go back to live for two days when you have nothing to do. Life is long, living in a room together, regardless of relationships, is a rare memory.

Besides, they were still a bit immature; no matter how good Wang Yan's self-cultivation was, he couldn't stand some useless nonsense.

Because they arrived early, in the four-person dormitory, Wang Yan only saw one of Fang Hui's roommates, a very simple and honest girl; when they arrived, the dormitory had already been cleaned by her.

After greeting the girl, Wang Yan took the two girls to his dormitory.

Wang Yan's dormitory hadn't been arrived at by others yet, and with the two girls, it was another busy time, tidying up beds and cleaning.

They also went to buy some daily necessities, and most of the day passed.

In the evening, the three had a sumptuous dinner; this was the last meal they would have together for a while, after all, freshman military training would take a long time.

The next day, the three went to Lin Jiamu's school together and helped tidy up.

Returning to Huaqing, Wang Yan sent Fang Hui downstairs to the dormitory building and returned to his dormitory.

The other three roommates in the dormitory had already arrived, and seeing Wang Yan enter, they all greeted him with smiles.

"Hello."

"Hello, my name is Wang Yan, Yan from 'The Master said'. How should I address you brothers?"

They introduced themselves simply. One from Shanghai was named Li Xiang, one from Suzhou was named Zhang Ping, and another from Chang'an was named Zhou Jiye.

Through contact, Wang Yan also knew that their family backgrounds weren't bad. It was just that perhaps they studied too seriously and had become a bit dull, and hadn't adapted yet. Plus, they were a bit unfamiliar, and none of the three were talkative.

Back then, when he, Wang Mou, was studying, he always felt that studying was useless. Not only that, he also felt that those top-notch children were stupid—how ridiculous.

"Have you been to Beijing before?"

"No." "Been here once."

Zhang Ping and Zhou Jiye hadn't been here, and the one who answered was Li Xiang.

"Li Xiang, have you been to all the scenic spots in Beijing?" Wang Yan asked.

Li Xiang waved his hand: "It was many years ago, and I don't have much impression."

"Alright, then after military training, I'll take you guys for a stroll."

The three nodded in agreement; they also wanted to take a good look at this vast Beijing.

"Alright, everyone knows each other now. If you have anything here, just come to me."

Wang Yan ended the conversation politely.

They weren't talkative, and Wang Yan was happy to be so; he was already two generations older, and if it were little girls, it would be fine. These three, forget it. He had already been a life mentor enough.

Fang Hui called Wang Yan when eating in the evening.

Wang Yan thought about it and directly brought the three roommates along, introducing them; maybe a blind cat would find a dead mouse.

"Do you guys have anything to do in a while?" Wang Yan asked.

"No, what's wrong, Wang Yan?" The three said in unison, not understanding what Wang Yan wanted to do.

"Then tidy up, I'll take you to meet my girlfriend and her roommates."

"Alright." They didn't resist this.

Li Xiang asked after agreeing: "Wang Yan, when did you get a girlfriend?"

"High school, we were in the same class."

"Not bad, making a move so early," Zhou Jiye said.

Smiling slightly, Wang Yan said: "Alright, hurry up and tidy up, Zhang Ping is almost done."

They were all men; before, they looked at classmates here and there, and it was impossible not to have some little thoughts.

Receiving the admission notice from Huaqing during the vacation, imagining the future, not having a beauty by their side would be even more ridiculous.

During the meal, through simple communication, Wang Yan figured out Fang Hui's roommates.

Overall, they were okay; their thoughts weren't too complex yet. After all, those who could get into Huaqing, except for geniuses, were basically those who had studied hard, and they hadn't come into contact with too many useless things.

As for the future, who could say for sure.

A meal passed with some talk.

The next day, the mandatory military training life began.

Wang Yan didn't have anywhere to go, so he just followed along.

However, what Wang Yan didn't expect was that he discovered Chen Xun and Qiao Ran in Fang Hui's class queue.

Fang Hui didn't tell Wang Yan about this; maybe they hadn't come before?

Wang Yan admired them a bit; were they so persistent?

Where did they know Fang Hui filled in the major? Without caring if they liked it or not, and without looking at the future, they just reported it?

Coming to Huaqing might be for Fang Hui, but they didn't just come; they even got into the same major.

It used to be a guess, but this time he was sure.

Fang Hui was secondary; they were mainly targeting him, Wang Mou.

With nothing to do, Wang Yan was also a bit of a troublemaker, so he went to find Fang Hui during free time.

Seeing Wang Yan come, Fang Hui quickly pulled him to her side and said with a flushed face: "Let me introduce everyone, this is my boyfriend, Wang Yan."

Pausing, maybe feeling that this show-off wasn't enough, she added: "We've already met the parents, oh."

Fang Hui's personality was much better than in the original drama, quite active. So she was doing okay in this group of classmates and had some popularity.

The surrounding classmates, upon hearing this, had some lively and meaningful "Ohs."

Fang Hui's face became even redder, but she just stood tall and didn't lower her head.

Wang Yan greeted them with a smile: "Hello everyone." He chatted and laughed with that group of little girls.

Chen Xun and Qiao Ran, who were sitting together, saw this scene, looked at each other, and lowered their heads, but their fists were clenched tightly.

After the laughter, Wang Yan glanced at Chen Xun and Qiao Ran unintentionally as he left. Seeing the helpless look of the two, Wang Yan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly; it was fun to tease the silly boys.

In the evening, Chen Xun seemed to have forgotten the helplessness of the day and strapped on his guitar to sing a song just like in the plot.

It had to be admitted that this look was indeed useful.

Chen Xun sang in the middle, and the little girls below echoed, not knowing how many hearts he had stirred.

From this, it could be seen that without Shen Xiaotang, there would be Zhang Xiaotang, Li Xiaotang.

As for whether Chen Xun was still that Chen Xun, let's see.

Military training finished, and after the freshman ceremony, university life began.

Wang Yan, Fang Hui, and Lin Jiamu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, returned to their home.

"I missed you so much, Wang Yan, did you miss me?" Lin Jiamu hung on Wang Yan as soon as she saw him.

Wang Yan had indeed treated Lin Jiamu a bit unfairly. Fang Hui was easy to say, basically seeing him every day. Lin Jiamu was in a school by herself, and apart from making phone calls during military training, she hadn't seen him at all.

"Of course I missed you." Wang Yan hugged Lin Jiamu, who was on him, and said: "So, to show how much I missed you, I've decided to reward you well."

"Then how are you going to reward me?" Lin Jiamu acted spoiled and cute.

Wang Yan didn't tolerate her anymore: "Don't you know?" He picked her up and walked toward the master bedroom.

Lin Jiamu naturally knew about Fang Hui's situation; after all, they were intimate comrades. She hung on Wang Yan's shoulder proudly, making faces at Fang Hui.

Fang Hui didn't pay attention to Lin Jiamu; out of sight, out of mind, she gave her a white eye and went to the kitchen to pick vegetables.

Neither she nor Lin Jiamu knew how to cook, so they could only prepare and wait for Chef Wang to take the stage.

After a long time, Fang Hui was a bit annoyed. It had been almost an hour, and she had cleaned the vegetables, so why wasn't it over yet?

Impatiently, she walked to the bedroom, listening to Lin Jiamu's shameless screams from near to far, and patted the door angrily: "You two hurry up, I'm hungry."

She heard Lin Jiamu shout dissatisfiedly: "Fang Hui, you... ah."

Fang Hui hummed Wang Yan's original song "Flying Higher" proudly and left.

In no time, Wang Yan came out after rinsing off, looked at Fang Hui with a bit of resentment, and went into the kitchen to swing the big spoon.

Fang Hui didn't even look at him, just hummed a little tune and swung her legs on the stone bench in the courtyard.

After Wang Yan finished cooking, Lin Jiamu had also recovered quite a bit. It was the turn of summer and autumn, and the evening was very cool, so the three of them ate at the stone table outside.

Lin Jiamu gnawed on the ribs fiercely at Fang Hui.

Fang Hui went her own way, just eating silently.

Wang Yan cleared his throat to attract the attention of the two girls: "I'll say one thing, for today's matter, I must criticize Ms. Fang Hui, hoping you can reflect deeply and self-examine."

"That's right, must criticize, must examine," Lin Jiamu nodded hatefully.

Fang Hui wasn't afraid at all, and even winked at Lin Jiamu.

"Wang Yan, look at her," Lin Jiamu said, acting spoiled unhappily.

"Alright, alright, I'll punish her in two days. I'll make sure she can't get out of bed for three days."

Hearing this, Fang Hui thought of some bad images and shuddered. She knew what a big animal was; she really couldn't handle it.

"Alright, alright, I was wrong, I'll examine."

"Say, what did you do wrong?" Lin Jiamu was relentless.

The three of them finished dinner laughing and chatting, and tidied up the bowls and chopsticks together.

That night, Fang Hui slept alone...

The next day, Wang Yan let the two girls go home first, bought some things, and went to each house to receive white eyes. This thing couldn't be helped; even if he wasn't welcome, he had to go.

After seeing the two families, Wang Yan went to the orphanage to check on the elderly and children.

During this period, an old man passed away; the children didn't understand much, but the elderly were different.

The atmosphere in the orphanage wasn't very good; it was very heavy. No one could really see through life and death, even if these elderly people had long since not wanted to live.

Their bodies were already not good, and with this low mood, it wouldn't be good if two more left. Wang Yan accompanied the elderly to relieve their boredom and open them up.

Not a very beautiful day passed like this, and they officially started classes.

Wang Yan studied computer-related things, so naturally, he needed a lot of practice. And it was only 2001 now, so wouldn't he know how to copy?

He directly found someone to register a holding company, with Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu each holding half. He also registered quite a few subsidiaries under it; whether they did it or not, he registered the names first. Of course, he didn't forget his beloved logistics company, and opened one as usual.

He hadn't made much money in these two years, and couldn't spread out for a while, so he just tossed around slowly.

It had to be said that Huaqing was indeed good; there were talents, and it was convenient to do things.

The day before National Day, Zhao Ye called Wang Yan and asked about his National Day arrangements. After hearing Wang Yan say he had nothing to do, he explained the situation. He just wanted to bring some friends from his dormitory to introduce him and stroll around Beijing.

There was no need to think to know that Zhao Ye must have been bragging about his deeds to his roommates; this was very normal.

Wang Yan didn't refuse; he also had to take his roommates out for a stroll. Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu's situation was roughly the same, so just do it together. Many were children from other places; coming to Beijing, this capital of goodness, they had to take a look anyway.

October 1st, everyone gathered at the gate of Huaqing. Adding the people their roommates pulled over, twenty-something people set off in a mighty force.

To avoid causing trouble for Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu, Wang Yan cleverly avoided the topic of feelings during the process, and Zhao Ye, who knew the inside story, didn't talk nonsense.

He took them for three full days before it was finished; there were too many people during the holiday, and their enthusiasm was pretty much worn out, so let them find time to go themselves later.

On campus, Wang Yan was very low-key, writing code and honing his skills every day. Sometimes he went out to play with Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu.

Chen Xun started by harassing Fang Hui with Qiao Ran every day, but later it didn't work.

After all, the chaotic flowers were fascinating, and the later Chen Xun started to become unreliable.

Chen Xun was still that Chen Xun, just with some regrets that hadn't been let go, and revenge that hadn't been taken.

Compared to him, Qiao Ran was more principled, just biting Fang Hui and not letting go.

Wang Yan guessed that he didn't even know why he was so persistent anymore; he couldn't tell anymore.

Qiao Ran was so persistent that Fang Hui had no choice but to give him two good looks. Wang Yan knew all of this and didn't say anything; if he didn't even have this bit of confidence, what was he mixing for? Chen Xun and Qiao Ran were irrelevant from beginning to end.

In the blink of an eye, it was the second semester of senior year, approaching graduation.

This day, after the fact.

Wang Yan hugged Fang Hui and Lin Jiamu and leaned against the head of the bed.

"Wang Yan, I want a child," Fang Hui suddenly said.

Wang Yan didn't speak; regarding children, he was really cautious.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Yan gritted his teeth: "Give birth."

Lin Jiamu on the side didn't agree: "I also want a child, I want a girl."

"Aren't you going to be an actress?" Fang Hui said.

"Isn't it the same to do it after giving birth?" Lin Jiamu hugged Wang Yan's arm and acted spoiled.

Wang Yan said heavily: "Then let's have both."

A month later, both were pregnant.

Knowing the news that both were pregnant, the parents of both sides didn't say much, just moved into their house to serve the two ancestors. Originally, Lin Jiamu's mother was going to come over, but later Wang Yan made the decision—it wasn't like there weren't enough rooms, so just let them all come.

Several years had passed, and apart from not liking Wang Yan, the two families got along quite well, without any messy things.

Another month later, everyone graduated, and the two girls rested at home with peace of mind.

Wang Yan didn't care about anything else apart from sleeping at night; he was busy with various things at the company. There was nothing else, mainly because he was annoyed at home.

The following year, in April, the two didn't differ by many days and both gave birth.

Lin Jiamu, who had been thinking about a daughter, gave birth to a boy as the eldest, while Fang Hui gave birth to a girl as the little sister.

For this, Lin Jiamu was sad for a long time, but later thought about it and let it be; they were all their own children, the same.

With the children newly born, there was basically nothing for

When the child was first born, there was basically nothing for him as a father to do; he couldn't get a hand in at all, as the parents on both sides treasured the baby to no end.

It was only later, when it came time to choose a name, that it was Wang Yan's turn to speak.

Wang Yan was also being a father for the first time, so he racked his brains and started showing off his bookish knowledge.

After thinking it over and over, he couldn't decide what sounded good, so in the end, he named the son Wang Hui and the daughter Wang Jia.

Although the parents on both sides weren't very satisfied, Fang Hui and Lin Jiamo both felt it was fine, so in the end, it was decided just like that.

By the time the two of them finished their postpartum confinement and were completely settled, the parents on both sides finally left.

Wang Yan accompanied Fang Hui and Lin Jiamo through their postpartum recovery and nursing the children.

After they recovered, once the children were a year and a half old and weaned, the two of them, who had been talking about wanting children, couldn't stand the day-to-day childcare anymore. Truth be told, neither of them was very mature, so they left Wang Yan to be a full-time stay-at-home dad and went off to work.

Fang Hui went to work at a company, while Lin Jiamo worked at a film and television company that Wang Yan had acquired earlier.

Wang Yan didn't have the heart to manage them; they could do whatever they wanted. The more he looked at the children, the more he adored them; his only regret was that his late father and mother couldn't see this scene.

Life returned to peace; the two women went out to work and film movies, while Wang Yan stayed home to take care of the children, write code, and occasionally practice calligraphy.

From the time they were small, Wang Yan watched the two children grow from tiny little beans into the jumping, bouncing kids they were now. Although it was a bit less than cute when the two children would ask in their milky voices why they had two mothers, at all other times, Wang Yan truly loved them to death.

As for that orphanage, some of the children from back then had grown up, some had passed away, and the old people were basically all gone. The old director had fallen seriously ill, and after that, his health declined day by day until he passed away in 2013. When he left, he held Wang Yan's hand tightly. Wang Yan understood that he still couldn't let go of the cause he had fought for his entire life.

In his final moments of clarity, he raised his arm and, just as in Wang Yan's memories, used his last bit of strength to rub Wang Yan's head.

That was the first time Wang Yan had been bathed in tears since obtaining the system.

Furthermore, there were inevitably troubles, because as the company Fang Hui managed grew stronger and its influence grew larger, and with Lin Jiamo also making a splash in the entertainment industry, they were inevitably tracked and investigated by various interested parties.

After digging around, they finally dragged Wang Yan and the women's affairs into the light. The audience really loved these kinds of celebrity gossip stories. Wang Yan's method of dealing with it was very simple: it was true that the internet world had a memory, but it was also forgetful. The common tactic was just to stir up some other trouble to cover it up, and that would be the end of it.

When people mentioned it in the future, they wouldn't treat it as a big deal; they'd just joke about the excitement and be done with it.

July 27, 2014, an auspicious day, suitable for marriage.

This day was Zhao Jiwei's big day.

Over these years, Zhao Jiwei had been doing quite well following Wang Yan. In college, he played outstandingly in the college league and made it to the Beijing Basketball Club. Later, for various reasons, he retired and followed behind Wang Yan to pick up scraps, and his life was quite good.

When Wang Yan's family arrived, they saw Zhao Jiwei and his bride greeting guests at the entrance.

Because Zhao Jiwei had some news value, there were reporters staked out. Seeing Wang Yan's family appear, they exploded. It was also Wang Yan's first time living under the spotlight; for someone like him who was used to being the mastermind behind the scenes, it didn't feel too good.

He ignored them, because Zhao Jiwei had already come over with his beautiful wife.

"Brother Yan, you finally made it." Zhao Jiwei came over enthusiastically to hug the three of them.

Nodding to Zhao Jiwei's wife, Wang Yan said, "Cut the useless talk. How many times have I told you over all these years?"

"Be steady," Zhao Jiwei and Wang Yan said in unison.

They looked at each other and both laughed out loud.

Wang Yan pointed at Zhao Jiwei: "You kid."

"Let's go inside first." Zhao Jiwei looked at the frantic reporters on the side.

"Let's go." Just as Wang Yan was about to leave, Wang Jia behind him wasn't happy.

"Uncle Zhao, you haven't greeted me and my brother yet."

"Oh my, little Hui and little Jia, I was so busy talking to your dad that I didn't see you. Come, let Uncle hold you; I've missed you so much." Zhao Jiwei went over to pat Wang Jia's head and picked her up in one go.

"Off we go." Amidst Wang Jia's crisp, giggling laughter, Zhao Jiwei carried her away.

Fang Hui, behind them, wanted to say that the child was already nine years old and shouldn't be so unreasonable. Wang Yan stopped Fang Hui; he knew that Zhao Jiwei truly loved his two children. If Wang Hui had been a girl, he would have definitely picked up Wang Hui first.

Looking at the festive decorations, Fang Hui and Lin Jiamo were a bit unhappy. Because they couldn't hold a grand ceremony, the impact would have been too great. They had just worn wedding dresses to take several sets of photos back then, and invited some close people to have a simple meal to announce it, and that was it.

Not being able to register their marriage with Wang Yan was a small regret for them. But having a husband like this, they were content.

The banquet hall was already filled with many people; they were all classmates and friends from over the years, and everyone hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they were chatting with extra enthusiasm.

Zhao Jiwei led Wang Yan and the others to sit in the front row, but Wang Yan stopped him: "Let's go sit with our high school classmates; it's been many years."

"Alright, let's go, they're over there." As Zhao Jiwei walked, he talked to Wang Yan about the classmates he had seen, ruthlessly roasting them, saying who had gotten fat and who had gone bald.

"Oh, right, Chen Xiao and Qiao Ran also came. They're both over there." As he spoke, Zhao Jiwei pointed in that direction.

Wang Yan and the two women looked over, and perhaps sensing something, the two people talking to classmates turned their heads to look over in unison.

Nodding at them, Wang Yan walked over.

A group of old classmates stood up excitedly when they saw Wang Yan coming. One reason was the intimidation Wang Yan had exerted on them back then, and the other was Wang Yan's current status.

"Class monitor." "Class monitor." The classmates habitually called out in a jumble.

Wang Yan nodded and called out many of their names: "Is everyone doing well?"

"Good." Everyone answered in unison, their voices shaking the sky. Other guests looked over here, and although they recognized Wang Yan and the others, no one had the nerve to come over; they had that much sense.

"Everyone sit down. Today is Zhao Jiwei's big wedding, and it's also the most people we've had together in so many years. Today, we won't stop until we're drunk."

"Hahaha, alright, won't stop until we're drunk." The classmates said this in a jumble and sat down.

They didn't talk about Fang Hui and Lin Jiamo's situation; after all, they didn't know how many times they had talked about it over these years.

Wang Yan took the two women and the children and walked to the table where Chen Xiao and Qiao Ran were sitting.

They hadn't expected Wang Yan to come over, so they both stood up; the shadow was too big, and they were a bit nervous inside.

"Why are you so nervous? Sit down." Wang Yan pulled out a chair, let Fang Hui and Lin Jiamo sit down to watch the children, and said to them.

Wang Yan sat down, looked at the two people opposite him with unnatural expressions, and said: "How have you been all these years?"

"Quite good."

"Still single?"

The two of them subconsciously looked at Fang Hui, met Fang Hui's eyes, and hurriedly looked away: "Still single."

"You're not young anymore; it's time to start a family."

Chen Xiao said: "Let's see. Let's see."

Qiao Ran stared at Wang Jia beside Fang Hui without speaking.

Looking at Qiao Ran's gaze, Wang Yan signaled to Fang Hui. Fang Hui said: "Little Jia, go greet the two uncles."

Wang Jia walked up to the two of them sensibly: "Hello uncles, my name is Wang Jia."

"Hello, hello." Qiao Ran rubbed Wang Jia's head and said tremblingly. He had a lot he wanted to say, but he couldn't get it out.

Chen Xiao looked at Wang Jia, then looked at Fang Hui. He thought that after so many years, he could stop thinking and stop missing her.

But why did it hurt so much when they really met?

Wang Yan patted the two of them on the shoulder, picked up the child, and left with the two women.

Chen Xiao looked at the back of their family of five as they left and let out a long sigh. He turned his head to look at Qiao Ran beside him, his tears falling uncontrollably.

Qiao Ran seemed to have returned to high school once again, as if that beautiful figure in white, resting in the sunlight, gently wiping away sweat, and illuminated by the sun, was standing right in front of him.

Pushed by Chen Xiao beside him, Qiao Ran woke up, felt his tear-stained eye sockets, and hurriedly wiped away his tears. He hadn't even started drinking yet, so why was he drunk?

He looked at Chen Xiao and found that he also had tears in the corners of his eyes. He punched him, and the two of them, just like back then, mocked each other's red eyes.

On this day, the classmates were all drunk.

They remembered the scenes from back then; everything seemed to have happened just yesterday.

They talked about those happy, sad, and past experiences they had shared together.

Chen Xiao and Qiao Ran's minds were filled with the beautiful figure in white, and they drank themselves to death, hoping only to stay drunk and never wake up, remaining in that moment forever. "Fang Hui, you must be happy."

Zhao Jiwei sent off the guests, came back, accompanied them for half the time, and then collapsed.

On the big red wedding bed, Zhao Jiwei's beautiful wife used a towel to wipe Zhao Jiwei's face.

Zhao Jiwei suddenly grabbed her hand and murmured: "Lin Jiamo, you must be happy."

"You must be happy."

Zhao Jiwei's wife paused, and tears fell silently; she knew his, their, and her stories; she knew them all.

Late at night, at a house by the North Sea.

Wang Yan looked at the sleeping Fang Hui and Lin Jiamo and kissed them on their foreheads.

Afterwards, he went out to the children's room and tucked in their blankets one by one; their sleeping postures were just like their mother's.

Wang Yan just kept looking back and forth between the rooms like this; he wanted to remember them all, to keep them in the deepest part of his memory.

At some unknown time, a blue light flashed...