Tao Zhi was stunned, and his roommates were dumbfounded, urging him to buy another.
But Tao Zhi knew when to quit while ahead and stopped.
These weren’t big sums, but they kept Tao Zhi in a great mood all day.
This week, Tao Zhi had been extremely happy every day.
So happy he got a bit carried away, only now realizing it belatedly.
But Fu Si Heng said, “Really? Not too much. Luck is a good thing.”
“With luck this good, are you happy?” he asked.
“Happy,” Tao Zhi nodded into the phone.
Fu Si Heng chuckled: “As long as you’re happy.”
That was true, but he still felt something was off.
For a fleeting moment, he had suspected Fu Si Heng of pulling strings to cheer him up. But then he thought, Fu Si Heng was over ten kilometers away—how could he? And these were small amounts, not his style.
Tao Zhi figured Fu Si Heng would move in millions.
Just look at how Fu Zheng spent money.
Tao Zhi’s heart settled back into the joy of his genuine luck, a delight he had never known before.
Fu Si Heng listened, chiming in occasionally, then asked about the main thing after a while: “Friday or Saturday?”
“Saturday,” Tao Zhi thought and told him. “I have something tonight; Saturday after tutoring, I’ll come find you.”
Saturday, Tao Zhi’s birthday.
“Okay,” Fu Si Heng agreed readily.
They chatted a bit more, and Tao Zhi was about to hang up.
But right before, he suddenly called out to Fu Si Heng.
Fu Si Heng: “Mm?”
“You think,” Tao Zhi hesitated a few seconds before tentatively asking, “it’s because my birthday is coming up that my luck’s been this good, right?”
Fu Si Heng lowered his eyes and smiled.
“Possibly.”
Tao Zhi understood.
A moment later, he pursed his lips: “Fu Ge, this is the best pre-birthday I’ve ever had.”
“Thank you.”
Fu Si Heng was taken aback.
“Okay, okay.” Tao Zhi was a bit shy and rushed through: “See you tomorrow.”
The line went dead.
Clever little kid.
Fu Si Heng set down the phone.
“I’m really done with you,” Wei Yu, sitting on the sofa in Fu Si Heng’s office, couldn’t hold back. He rolled his eyes and held out his hand. “I heard your call—gave me goosebumps all over. Want to see?”
Fu Si Heng: “.”
“Get lost,” Fu Si Heng said coldly.
Wei Yu: “Tch.”
The speed of that face change was impressive.
But Wei Yu, used to his cold stares, didn’t care.
He dropped his hand, took a sip of tea, and said uncomprehendingly, “Spending a few hundred here and there—you’re really not bothered by the hassle, huh.”
“If he needs money, just transfer it directly. Easier for you, happier for him.”
What’s the point of these little hundreds?
Wei Yu didn’t get it.
Fu Si Heng didn’t expect him to. He scoffed: “What do you know.”
“? Ha.” Wei Yu laughed at him.
He pointed at himself arrogantly: “Me? Me? I don’t know? You’re talking about me?”
“No, the way you say it—like you’re the only one who’s dated. I’ve been with my girlfriend for three years, celebrated three birthdays with her. How wouldn’t I know?”
Fu Si Heng didn’t respond.
He clipped a cigar, and Wei Yu rolled his eyes again, critiquing sharply: “Playing house.”
But then he turned: “Your playing house works pretty well, at least on your little boyfriend. I could hear that excited voice from here.”
“Is that so,” Fu Si Heng said offhandedly. “Then you got lucky.”
Wei Yu: ???
Lucky how???
You talk so weird.
Wei Yu couldn’t outtalk Fu Si Heng and stewed in frustration for a bit.
Once his frustration passed, he spoke again: “But yeah, this takes way more effort than just giving money.”
Couldn’t learn it, couldn’t copy it.
And Fu Si Heng surprised Wei Yu.
They had grown up together; Fu Si Heng had always been a lone wolf, seeming utterly uninterested in romance or the opposite sex. Wei Yu had wondered what his girlfriend would be like.
In college, whether good girls or tough ones, many seemed to fit Fu Si Heng, and plenty hinted overtly or covertly, but he had zero interest.
From age 16, when puppy love started, to 22 post-graduation—not a single relationship. Just cars, rock climbing, sailing.
After graduation, when his father passed and he took over the family business, his personality shifted from college’s casual aloofness to steady, growing steadier year by year.
Now, traces of the past were gone.
Wei Yu figured business marriages with socialites suited him best—live and let live, predictable life.
Bland and tasteless.
Whenever he couldn’t win an argument, Wei Yu secretly pitied him.
That was his only consolation.
But out of nowhere, Fu Si Heng dated a boy ten years younger, and his spirit livened up.
Wei Yu was used to money, cars, houses. Fu Si Heng’s pure love made him feel outdone… Good thing Shen Xin Yuan didn’t know.
Because after thinking it through, he realized she would eat it up too.
Damn, Fu Si Heng played it perfectly.
Wei Yu’s mood was complicated.
Fu Si Heng didn’t care, his expression still indifferent: “This lifetime, I’ll only go to this trouble for him. What’s the hassle? As long as he’s happy.”
Wei Yu: “…”
Calling you out for faking, and you lean in.
“Alright, thanks for the amusement park thing,” Fu Si Heng said. Having achieved his goal, he unceremoniously shooed him. “But don’t show up that day.”
Wei Yu: “…You can actually say that?”
Killing the donkey after unloading the mill—nothing less.
Wei Yu flipped him the bird.
