Chapter 53: What Do You Like About Me? Can't I Just Change It?

"How is it going, Damao?" After finishing his cigarette, He Yuzhu walked to the entrance of the delivery room and hauled up Xu Damao, who was kneeling on the ground praying.

"They haven't come out yet, I don't know." Xu Damao's eyes were brimming with tears, and he looked at He Yuzhu, feeling somewhat at a loss.

"Alright, sit down and wait. Stop pacing around; giving birth isn't that easy." He Yuzhu sighed and, putting an arm around Xu Damao, tried to lead him to the bench.

Who would have thought Xu Damao would suddenly break free from his arm and shout angrily, "I won't sit! How could you possibly understand the heart of a man about to become a father!"

After saying this, he ignored the stunned He Yuzhu and began pacing back and forth, muttering to himself.

He Yuzhu scratched his head and had no choice but to sit down himself; he really felt weak in the legs after pulling the cart all that way.

"You are Deputy Director He, right?" Yang Weimin, who was slumped on a chair nearby, opened his eyes and asked in a desolate tone.

"Yes, do you know me?" He Yuzhu took out a cigarette, held it between his lips and nose, and sniffed the scent of the tobacco.

"I do. Let's go, want to go outside and smoke a cigarette to clear our heads?"

"Wait, why aren't you worried at all when your wife is giving birth?" Xu Damao joined in at this moment, looking at Yang Weimin's face with utter disdain.

"Heh, whose child it is isn't even certain, what is there to be happy about?" Yang Weimin lowered his eyelids and said listlessly.

Instantly, upon hearing this, Xu Damao grew anxious. He lunged forward, grabbed Yang Weimin by the collar, and cursed, "You scumbag, what the hell are you saying?! Your son is definitely not yours."

"I said it, so what? Are you sick or something? None of your business, why are you sticking your nose in!"

Watching the two men on the verge of a fight, He Yuzhu hurriedly separated them, constantly rubbing his throbbing temples, silently lamenting to himself what kind of mess this was.

The two men calmed down, but neither apologized nor spoke; they just stayed apart, cold and distant.

Time passed quickly.

The delivery room was opened from the inside, and a doctor walked out.

"Doctor, how is my wife?" Xu Damao sprang up from the ground like a spring and grabbed the doctor's wrist with an excited face.

Yang Weimin also straightened his body, staring intently at the doctor.

"It's fine, both ladies are very healthy, and both are mother and child safe. The babies are being cleaned up now; you will be able to see them in a while, just wait here a bit longer." The doctor was used to this and naturally understood what the family members wanted to hear. He didn't mind Xu Damao's rudeness and said with a smile.

"Phew, thank you, thank you, thank you, Doctor." Xu Damao let out a sigh of relief and thanked him repeatedly.

The doctor closed the door, took off his mask, and left.

Xu Damao put his hands together and, chanting something, knelt down facing the delivery room, constantly muttering in his heart: I have a son!

Yang Weimin was no longer awkward either, and he also revealed a faint smile: I have a son!

He Yuzhu:...!

Inside the delivery room, two young nurses were cleaning the two infants. Suddenly, one of the nurses said, "Hey, sister, look, how come these two babies look exactly the same? Like twins."

"Huh? Let me see. Hiss, it really is true. How strange." The older one examined them carefully, also showing a look of surprise, and then said, "Just be surprised to yourself, don't go out and talk nonsense. Be careful the family members beat you!"

"Ah? I definitely won't talk nonsense, sister, don't worry." The young nurse shivered and hurriedly promised with a forced smile.

A few days ago, just because of her loose, gossiping mouth, a husband and wife fought, and it almost cost a life. She was being very cautious now.

However, with their long professional experience, they still meticulously cleaned the babies, wrapped them up, and placed them beside their respective mothers.

Qin Jingru and Yu Haitang had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The nurses put hats on them, wrapped their heads, and then wheeled them out of the delivery room.

"Wife!"

"Quiet, the mothers are asleep. Go talk in the ward, it's drafty here." The nurse stopped them. Xu Damao and the others nodded knowingly and followed them to the ward.

Not mentioning how they were being affectionate, He Yuzhu walked out feeling lost.

Walking along, looking at the busy people around him, He Yuzhu felt it was all meaningless.

All the treasures in his cellar, warehouse, and System Space combined—as long as he waited until after 2010, auctioning off just one piece would be worth hundreds or thousands of "stacks." Why bother struggling?

Suddenly, He Yuzhu, who was feeling a bit smug in his heart, froze.

"Wait, by 2010, how old will I be? Damn it."

Oh no, he only considered the appreciation in value, but didn't consider if he could live until then...

Even if he started auctioning in the year 2000, he would already be sixty or seventy...

Shuddering all over, He Yuzhu was instantly on the verge of tears.

Fine, he had to keep working hard; the idea of lying flat wasn't realistic.

Returning home, He Yuzhu began to brainstorm. After thinking for a long time, he took out the two Small Yellow Fish he had obtained from signing in at the beginning. He still had more of these Small Yellow Fish in his space, along with three Big Yellow Fish, all obtained from signing in at the bank every day. Besides the Black Market, there was nowhere to spend them, so he could only keep them. Taking advantage of the darkness, he went out.

Arriving at the Black Market, He Yuzhu bought a box of pastries, then found a deserted spot to place the two Small Yellow Fish inside.

"Factory Director."

"Oh, He Yuzhu is here. A rare guest, a rare guest indeed. Come on in."

"Are you home alone, Factory Director?"

"Yes, me. Is Golden Crisp perhaps not suitable for me to eat?"

"Not at all, please feel free to eat it. This was made purely to show my respect to you, and it's just right for your teeth." He Yuzhu smiled and hurriedly explained.

"Hehe, you, you. I have eaten Golden Crisp a few times; it's not bad, not bad. You have a heart." Factory Director patted He Yuzhu's hand affectionately, laughed heartily, and placed the box by his feet.

"Alright then, Factory Director, I'll be heading back." Seeing that the other party had accepted it, He Yuzhu had no intention of saying more. After all, if he said too much, the other party might think he had other motives. No rush, take it slow.

Factory Director smiled and stopped He Yuzhu, rambling on about this and that in a mysterious way. Just as He Yuzhu was feeling dizzy and confused, the Factory Director's wife returned with a few of the younger generation.

"Deputy Director He!" Wang Danyang's eyes lit up, and she said with pleasant surprise.

"Haha, go on, go on. Yangyang, you go see He Yuzhu out." Factory Director looked at the deflated He Yuzhu and felt even more smug in his heart.

"Then I'm leaving, Factory Director, Madam." He Yuzhu said goodbye to each of them and dragged his heavy body out.

"What did he come here for?" After the younger ones went back to their rooms to play, the Factory Director's wife put away the smile on her face and asked, sitting on the sofa with an imposing air.

"Well, he brought some Golden Crisp." Factory Director kicked the box by his feet and said.

"What time is it now, and he's still pulling this stunt! Flaunting it in public, he's not worth using!" The Factory Director's wife slapped the armrest, her tone filled with disdain.

"It's just a box of pastries, it's fine. Come, Madam, let's go inside and taste how the purity of this Golden Crisp is?"

"Hmm... he didn't ask you for anything, did he?"

"No, rest assured."

"That's fine then." Finally, the lady revealed a satisfied smile, and the two returned to the room and took out the two Small Yellow Fish from the box.

"Tsk tsk, quite a generous gesture. What is he like as a person?" The lady bit one, nodded in satisfaction, and said.

"Hmm, honest, dutiful, doesn't stir up trouble, isn't greedy for money, isn't lecherous, keeps a low profile; it's just that he's a bit lazy," Factory Director Yang said after thinking for a moment.

"Dutiful is good! As for being lazy? Being lazy is just right; it shows the burden on his shoulders is too light. He's a young man, after all—pressure creates motivation!"

"Haha, the look on your face..."

Outside the house, Wang Danyang was riding her bicycle, following He Yuzhu along the road.

"Look, Comrade Wang, you should head back. We aren't going the same way, and it's late at night; don't put yourself in danger," He Yuzhu said, looking at Wang Danyang who kept following behind him, and spoke up to stop her.

"Pfft, what's there to be afraid of? At worst, I'll just show my face; there's no danger."

He Yuzhu hadn't expected her to joke about her own appearance and hurriedly explained that he didn't mean it that way, but Wang Danyang waved her hand magnanimously.

"I fancy you."

He Yuzhu lowered his head, apologized, and said, "Sorry, I really don't like you." It was better to be open about this kind of thing.

"No matter, I can wait."

"What do you like about me? I'll change it, okay?"

"I fancy you singing 'The Battle of Wits', I fancy your masculinity, I fancy that you have a manly aura."

He Yuzhu shook his head, speechless, then his eyes rolled as he said, "Then why don't you take me home?"

"Alright, get on."

As soon as He Yuzhu sat on the back seat, he immediately sprang up and said in a dainty, affected voice, "Whoa, this bike seat is burning my butt~"

At the same time, he thought to himself, I won't sing 'The Battle of Wits' anymore; if I'm masculine, I'll act effeminate; if I have a manly aura, I'll spray perfume.

"Pfft! I fancy you even more now, you're humorous, haha."

He Yuzhu clenched his fist, then dejectedly picked up a wooden stick, ignored her, and walked toward the Siheyuan with his head down.

Doesn't she like masculinity? And humor? From now on, I'll speak in an effeminate voice and see if you can stand it!

He swore viciously in his heart, completely failing to notice that Wang Danyang had already walked away in disappointment.

"Sigh."

As he walked, He Yuzhu's arm was grabbed.

Subconsciously, He Yuzhu brandished the small wooden stick and said, "Here comes the little flying stick... ah, *ahem*, Teacher Ran, why are you here?"

Looking at Teacher Ran's terrified gaze, He Yuzhu sighed toward the sky; it's over, my image is ruined!