How to Easily Capture a Long Aotian [Quick Transmigration] 88

Chapter 88: The Little Follower of the Wealthy Young Master (Part 9)

Yu Lin seemed to be recuperating on the small island, but in fact, he had silently joined in from the shadows. When no one was aware, he had quietly made his move and had secretly made his arrangements.

Until the eve of the end of Zhao Yanjing’s meeting, his opponents had all thought that they would be the ones to win this game in the end.

However, when the results had come out, Zhao Yanjing’s achievements had been reported in the news, and his strength had reached a new level, and his position was unshakable. The conversations were full of praise.

Only then did his opponents suddenly realize that the bait he had thrown out had actually been caught by Zhao Yanjing, and it had become food, and it had been devoured. The arrangements he had made, which had seemed perfect, were actually all within Zhao Yanjing’s grasp.

Or rather, within Yu Lin’s grasp.

This young man, who seemed to have been raised by Zhao Yanjing, and who would not even have been able to touch the edge of Mingcheng’s fame and fortune if it weren’t for Zhao Yanjing, they had thought that he was the bait that Zhao Yanjing had thrown out, and they had always had a bit of contempt for him.

But it turned out that this was wrong. His terror was not at all inferior to Zhao Yanjing’s.

He had turned his hand and had created a cloud, and he had laid a vast net, and he had left them with nothing, but they had known nothing.

As the economic conference that Zhao Yanjing had attended had set the pattern, the situation in Mingcheng had also quietly changed.

This kind of change had existed every day in the past, but this time, the two sides of the confrontation were a little larger, and it had alarmed many people who were hiding in the shadows. Even an existence like Chu Qiuwang had avoided the limelight and had flown abroad to play for a period of time.

Yang Zun was in a mess with a pile of things, but he had also made a lot of money. Under the extraordinary pressure, and hearing that he was having fun abroad, he had specially called to scold him, “You didn’t even take your brother with you when you were escaping? Are you a dog or not?”

When he had answered the phone, Chu Qiuwang was squatting in an underground tavern in the city of beer and was playing a guessing game with someone. The other end was noisy and chaotic. He was having fun, and he was both guilty and righteous. “So what? My sister is the one who inherits my family. What’s wrong with me leaving?”

“But brother, you’re the only son.” Chu Qiuwang had heard Yang Zun’s miserable state, and he had become happy again. He had taken the wine that a blond beauty had handed him with a smile, and he had had a light kiss with the other, and he had said to Yang Zun, “I dare to call you. Do you dare to go?”

Yang Zun was furious, and he had hung up the phone in a fit of pique.

However, the development of the situation in the future was still far beyond everyone’s imagination.

The scale of being able to go against Zhao Yanjing was quite terrifying. Once the fuse was lit, it was a little out of control.

At first, it was just a dispute over a pioneering project, but no one was willing to take this loss. The two sides had had a game, and in the end, the entire radiation range of Mingcheng’s economic network had been shaken several times.

This turmoil had been going on for a long time before it had calmed down with the victory of Zhao Yanjing and Yu Lin.

By the time everything was over, snowflakes were already falling in the sky.

The mountainside manor was covered in silver, a vast expanse of white. The snowflakes melted on the simple and grand roof, and it was covered with a continuous layer of snow-white fluff.

When the heavy snow had covered the entire Mingcheng overnight, the clock had ticked, and Yu Lin and Zhao Yanjing’s birthdays had arrived.

It was very strange. The two of them’s birthdays were only one day apart, December 21st and December 22nd. As soon as the clock had struck twelve at night, it had gone from one person’s day to another person’s day.

Yu Lin was the one who was earlier, so his birthday, in previous years, had always been celebrated by Zhao Yanjing first.

This period of time had been too turbulent. He had been recuperating on Chu Qiuwang’s island. When everything had settled down on Zhao Yanjing’s side, and he had remembered that this day was coming, he had only then returned to Mingcheng.

He knew that in these years, no matter where he was, Zhao Yanjing would fly back to the mountainside villa to be with him.

Snow had fallen on the manor, and it was a vast expanse of silver. Snowflakes were falling in the sky, and a fire was burning in the fireplace.

Frost had formed on the window, and the cracks were like patterns, and it made the world outside the window look hazy.

The manor was very quiet on this day. Everything was in order, but everyone had tactfully disappeared.

Yu Lin’s birthday was different from Zhao Yanjing’s. Zhao Yanjing’s birthday banquet was always lively, grand, and full of flattery, fame and fortune, and calculation.

He was born to belong to this world of fame and fortune, and he would not be tired of dealing with it, but he would not enjoy it very much either. He just found it boring.

But Yu Lin’s birthday was different. At the beginning, when he had been brought back by Zhao Yanjing, he had also had a birthday banquet, and he had liked to be held up.

But when he was a child, he was arrogant, and he had seen at a glance that those flatteries did not belong to him, so he had thrown a tantrum and had hidden. The others could not find him. It was only when Zhao Yanjing had heard of it, and he had gone all the way to the glass flower room, and he had found him by the frozen snow window.

When he had found him, he was curled up in a corner, and he was reading his own book. The tall building in the corner had blocked him, and a small figure was sitting on the snow-covered steps. The crowd had passed by here, but they had not even noticed him.

Only Zhao Yanjing had gone around the statue in front, and from above, he had seen him curled up behind.

“Aren’t you cold?” Zhao Yanjing had asked.

At that time, he had only been raising Yu Lin for a few months, and it could not be said that he had no feelings, but they were far from as deep as in the future.

He had looked at the person who was curled up in the snow and was hiding, and his first reaction was not anger, nor was it heartache, but just curiosity.

He had gone past the statue, and he had found that this little thing was very smart. The walls of the flower room were blocking the wind, and the statue in front was blocking the snow. The small corner was actually a little warm.

Yu Lin had pressed his lips together, and he was still young, and his face was already as cold as snow. He did not speak, and his expression was distant.

He was angry, so his tone was not as soft as usual when he was trying to please him. He had closed the book and had asked him back coldly, “Zhao Yanjing, do you feel cold?”

He was furious, but he did not like to cry and make a fuss like an ordinary child. Zhao Yanjing had found it interesting and had sat down with him, and he had supported his knees and had looked at him. “I’m not cold. Why are you hiding here? What do you want to say?”

Yu Lin had looked at him, and his eyes were bright. He didn’t know how he, at such a young age, had so much intelligence. He had seen that he had spoken, and he had not blamed him, but he had instead had a bit of a supportive meaning, so he had said, “Zhao Yanjing, I’m so cold.”

Zhao Yanjing had then held him in his arms, and his fingers had touched his hand, and he had asked him, “Why did you run out?”

He had pressed his lips together, and his hand was on Zhao Yanjing’s chest, and his head was lowered. But he didn’t know if he had touched a little warmth, so he had let out a little grievance, and his face was still cold, but he had said what was on his mind, “None of it is mine.”

He was as if he were unwilling, and he had repeated in a low voice, “Zhao Yanjing, none of that is mine.”

Zhao Yanjing had looked at him, and he had seen him being stubborn, and he had found it fun. But he had fallen for this, so he had pinched his soft cheek and had asked, “Then what do you want to be yours?”

“You.”

Zhao Yanjing had then paused.

Now that he thought about it, Yu Lin had been able to handle him since he was a child.

In the sky were soft snowflakes. The little Yu Lin was sitting in his arms, and his body was soft, and his cheeks were soft, and his fingers were soft, and even his voice was soft.

He had told him in the clean white snow, “Zhao Yanjing, you.”

“You become mine.” He had lifted his eyelashes and had said to Zhao Yanjing.

Zhao Yanjing had looked at him, and he had felt strange in his heart, and also very dangerous, because the weather was not good that day, and the snow was icy, and the sky was dark, but his heart was soft.

He had actually agreed like that, “Okay.”

So every day after that, this day that belonged to Yu Lin, Zhao Yanjing was his, and he was his alone. This was only them, so it had suddenly become small.

And so it had been, and Zhao Yanjing had also taken it for granted that this day was theirs.

From the first second to the last second, it was completely theirs. Zhao Yanjing had thought domineeringly.

So at midnight on December 21st, no one had been so tactless as to come and disturb them, but Yu Lin had not been surprised at all to have been woken up by Zhao Yanjing, who had pinched his cheek.

The night was thick, and it was blocked by the window. Only a few sounds of the wind blowing the leaves were heard from time to time.

Yu Lin had been busy for a period of time and had needed to recuperate. He had had to sleep for a long time every day during this time.

Zhao Yanjing had specially come back to be with him. He had not even taken off his suit, and with a cold air, he had woken him up, and he had lowered his head and had kissed him, and his voice was low. “Baby, happy birthday.”

Yu Lin had not moved, and he had held him through the quilt, and he had lowered his head and had kissed him again. His lips were cold, and as he was kissing, he had said, “Baby, happy birthday.”

Yu Lin had actually been asleep, and he had been sleeping soundly. He had touched a little bit of a bizarre dream, and before he had had time to savor it, he had been woken up by the series of “happy birthday.”

His lips had also been kissed until they were swollen.

“Zhao Yanjing.” Yu Lin had opened his eyes and had looked at the person who was holding him. He was sleepy, and with a little bit of a shy look, he had pressed his lips together and had said, “I’m twenty-four, not four.”

He had paused for a moment and had said to Zhao Yanjing, “You can change the way you call me.”

Zhao Yanjing had looked at him, and his eyes were deep and bottomless, and they were dark and deep. A moment later, a low laugh had escaped from his throat. “Then you’re still my baby.”

He was a mature hunter, and he was used to capturing his prey.

Yu Lin had just fallen into a deep sleep not long ago, and he had been woken up by him, and his brain was in a daze.

When Zhao Yanjing had said this, he had let out a light “en,” and a moment later, he had said again, “In the first year we met, I wanted to read a book that I couldn’t reach, and you helped me get it. You said, ‘Are you a child?'”

Zhao Yanjing: “…”

Zhao Yanjing had laughed. This was what it was like to have a vengeful wife, but he was not embarrassed. Instead, he had taken the jacket on the side and had put it on for Yu Lin.

He had held him and had walked out, and he was familiar with the road. He had passed through the corridor and had walked to the glass flower room.

In winter, the flower room was very warm, and it was like spring. It was full of greenery and flowers. There were sunflowers on the table, and wisteria was climbing on the walls.

Zhao Yanjing had held Yu Lin and had come to the table. He had ruffled the hair of the person in his arms, and in the dim light of the flower room, he had said in a low voice, “Let’s start. Don’t be lazy.”

Yu Lin: “…”

Yu Lin had closed his eyes in his arms.

Zhao Yanjing was sometimes a very serious person.

In the early days of their relationship, they were young, and they were in love and inseparable. There were always endless tricks.

They had seen the sea, had wandered, and had visited the world. Zhao Yanjing had bought him treasures at an auction, and he had written him a love letter, and he had romantically left it in the glass flower room.

Zhao Yanjing had liked to read his love letters, and he had liked it even more when he had read them to him. Later, he had been too busy, and this gift had only appeared on his birthday. And later, his birthday had also been missed once. After that, Zhao Yanjing had never forgotten.

A pen had been handed to him. Yu Lin’s eyelids were slightly lowered, and he had picked up the letter paper on the table, and he had resigned himself to writing.

『You are the one I can only meet by chance in this life.』

『…』

『…』

After Yu Lin had finished writing, he had stopped his pen and had fallen asleep again. Zhao Yanjing had held him, and he had sat on the sofa in the flower room, and he had admired the paper over and over again. After a while, he had held him and had gone back to the bedroom, and he had slept until dawn.

After dawn, he had woken him up with a kiss as he had wished, and he had listened to Yu Lin read the letter to him by the snowy window.

The fluffy snowflakes were dancing in the manor, and it was a vast expanse of silver. The sky was both bright and dark.

The two of them were talking by the fireplace, or they were lazy.

In a year, only this day was theirs.

A day was very short, and a day was very long.

This day would eventually pass. After it had passed, they would step into another world together, and they would cycle through the world of fame and fortune, and they would kill in all directions.

But it didn’t matter. No matter what, they would still walk the road ahead together.