Best to Keep Smiling

Han Chunming did not take it seriously at all. Even when Cheng Jianjun pressed him repeatedly, he gave him a fairly detailed account of how he had collected antiques over the years. He even revealed everything Cheng Jianjun kept asking about regarding Wang Yan.

It was not as if he did not know Cheng Jianjun held a grudge against him. In the past, he had even been unable to understand why Cheng Jianjun was always against him. But as time passed, he came to understand that Cheng Jianjun was simply narrow-minded, overly competitive, and hot-tempered. He could not stand seeing someone who had grown up alongside him make something of himself.

But now they were both forty-six, nearly fifty. At their age, with all that Han Chunming had achieved and his naturally easygoing nature, he had no desire to make things difficult for someone like Cheng Jianjun, who could not even hold a proper conversation with him out in the world. They had grown up in the same courtyard. It was best to see things through well from beginning to end.

That was why he had shown Cheng Jianjun such tolerance. That was why he had previously considered putting some money into Cheng Jianjun's prison account for him to spend, and why he now patiently told him all that messy business from the past.

Thus, the two sat beneath the dim streetlamp outside the courtyard entrance and talked for over an hour. Han Chunming checked the time again. "It's past nine already. Let's call it here. We can talk again sometime. I need to get back."

"Alright, you go on ahead. I drank quite a bit tonight. I'll sit here and sober up a little before heading back."

Han Chunming patted Cheng Jianjun on the shoulder, turned, and went into