Thirty years old was a very special age.
At that age, people had only just begun to mature.
All the innocence and carefree joy of the past turned into a helpless sigh at thirty.
People always grew up, just as they eventually died. No one could escape the laws governing the world!
Thirty was the requiem of youth, but also the beginning of another kind of life.
Lin Qi held his wineglass as he chatted warmly with different people. He had never imagined that he would have so many feelings.
But when Penny told him, when Catherine called him, when... so many people wished him a happy thirtieth birthday, he was somewhat at a loss.
Soon, however, he became composed again.
Thirty years old...
Unlike ordinary people's change in mindset, his had not grown older.
After lamenting the ruthlessness of time, he had instead become somewhat younger.
Adding together his years in both worlds, he was nearly a hundred years old.
He could not get much older than that, but certain things and people in this world had made his mindset younger than before.
Perhaps he had completely accepted his identity and accepted this world.
It was also possible that this place did not restrict his freedom, allowing him to do anything he wanted.
As long as a person's mind remained active, they appeared young.
This year, Lin Qi had not invited many people to his birthday celebration—only a few friends he had fairly good relationships with.
Friends on the surface.
There were no true friends in the world of capital. The higher one's position, the more true that was.
Mature capitalists would cover your mouth with one hand while stabbing you with a knife, then tell you that private matters and public affairs had to be kept separate.
Everyone