Gao Yening, Who Ran into Liu Yuewang's Suitor Confessing His Love in a Ferrari

After doing 1,000 sets of 50, Liu Yuewang was completely exhausted and insisted on taking a bath. So Professor Ling sent Liu Chang'an to the lobby bar for afternoon tea.

The lobby is located on the 93rd floor, which houses Italian restaurants and bars. The area for afternoon tea is not large, but it offers a panoramic view of the sky, making it a popular spot for taking photos in Junsha.

There are only two afternoon tea packages, starting at 388 yuan. Yet, many young women come here mainly to take photos and check in. They don't drink the tea or eat the snacks. They spend an hour taking photos, another hour editing them, posting them on WeChat Moments and Weibo, and then half an hour replying to comments from their admirers. That's how a busy and fulfilling afternoon is spent.

Liu Chang'an picked up a fashion magazine and started flipping through it. He read all kinds of books and didn't necessarily have to be at the top of the reading hierarchy at all times.

Being free and unrestrained is far more classy and tasteful than constantly being mindful of one's style and taste.

"Hey handsome, can I take a couple of pictures of you?" A young woman with a hint of blue in her eyes turned her head at the table next to her and asked with a smile, her eyes sparkling as she reflected Liu Chang'an's profile.

"No." Liu Chang'an shook his head and refused. This kind of thing happened quite often, even though he wasn't the kind of handsome young man who would stun people at first glance.

"You've been posing here for ages, and nobody's taken a picture of you. If we don't take one, all that posing for nothing will have been for nothing!" another young woman chuckled, holding her phone but not taking the liberty of taking a picture of Liu Chang'an directly.

Liu Chang'an frowned slightly, puzzled. He was simply sitting there flipping through a book; how did that become posing? Did people nowadays think that flipping through magazines was just pretentious posturing to show off?

The young woman, whose eyes were heterochromatic and who appeared to be of mixed race, pointed to his hand holding the magazine.

These high-end fashion magazines are often thick and large, printed on high-quality coated paper, but they are also very heavy. Ordinary people can only place them on a table to read them, and it is impossible for them to hold them in their hands for a long time.

Liu Chang'an held it with just a few fingers, as if he were holding a very ordinary, thin magazine. To the defenseless young ladies who judged others by their own standards, this certainly seemed like a pose.

Liu Chang'an understood, smiled, still holding the thick magazine with three fingers, and then casually picked up three more magazines of the same size and thickness to place on top.

Steady and unmoving.

"Wow, that's amazing!" The young lady who said he'd wasted so much time posing almost exclaimed.

The mixed-race girl looked at his fingers and bit her lip.

Liu Chang'an put the three magazines he had taken back to their original place.

"Let's add each other on WeChat?" The mixed-race girl opened the WeChat interface.

"Sorry, I don't add strangers." Liu Chang'an shook his head with a smile, suddenly remembering that the purpose of this social networking app is now mostly for work, family and friends, but in the very beginning it was known for "hooking up," and it seems that it hasn't lost that function yet.

For example, the WeChat character in novels from around 2012 or 2013 is quite different from the one we see now.

Although Liu Chang'an's smile was very calm, being rejected was still a bit boring. The two young ladies turned around and continued taking and editing photos. It's still the simps who are so heartwarming.

So... if a guy is a simp, when the goddess becomes a little more positive and intimate towards him, it usually just means she's been rejected by another man. At this moment, she needs someone to prove that she's still very attractive and that the other man was blind.

Don't easily assume that you've moved the goddess and that things will finally go smoothly.

It's a realistic and sad thing... but nothing is absolute, maybe I was really moved.

Ha...

Liu Chang'an sat for almost an hour before Professor Ling and Liu Yuewang came to find Liu Chang'an for afternoon tea.

Their hair was still a little damp, and their faces were rosy; it seemed they had taken a bath together. A big bathtub is so convenient and useful!

Liu Chang'an also wanted to get a bathtub at home, but then thought better of it. First, there was no place to put it, and second, Zhou Dongdong and Shangguan Dandan were rather annoying.

Zhou Dongdong is always running around, and sometimes she might even hide in some corner of the room and not move, suddenly appearing when Liu Chang'an is taking a bath. Shangguan Dandan, on the other hand, might try to take over the bathtub.

"Trying a pose?" Liu Yuewang saw the way Liu Chang'an was holding the book and plopped down next to him.

Liu Chang'an remembered that when Liu Yuewang sat down before, she would always hold down her skirt, her movements elegant and charming, properly preventing any possibility of exposure.

It seems like I'm really letting loose now.

Liu Chang'an didn't answer her; he simply placed the book on the table.

"Let's have another pot of tea, no need for the snacks, Chang'an didn't eat any of what he ordered." Professor Ling called over the waiter and ordered another pot of tea.

"This tea has a strange name, it's called 'Master of Martial Arts'." Liu Yuewang glanced at the tea menu.

"It's called Kung Flu Fighter in English, and translated into Chinese as 'Master of Martial Arts.' Its ingredients are apple chunks, ginger, orange peel, mint, sage leaves, eucalyptus, elderflower..." Professor Ling read aloud.

"I suspect this is some kind of discrimination," Liu Yuewang said after thinking for a moment.

"Why?" Professor Ling asked.

"The original text should be 'kung fu fighter,' which can be translated as 'kung fu master,' but the hotel thinks kung fu is useless, otherwise why would they have the title 'sick man of East Asia '? So they mockingly translated it as 'martial arts sick master,'" Liu Yuewang said, her voice tinged with anger.

"I see." Professor Ling was surprised and angry. Her expertise wasn't in this area, so she naturally considered Liu Yuewang to be the authority on textual interpretation.

"The ingredients in this tea clear heat and detoxify, dispel cold, and help relieve cold symptoms. Flu means cold, and the English name of the tea implies fighting against colds... That's the origin of the translation of 'Master of Martial Arts'." Liu Chang'an couldn't stand it anymore and quickly stopped Liu Yuewang from going on and on.

"Oh... I see... I didn't major in English. It's normal for someone who majored in modern and traditional Chinese literature to make such a small mistake." Liu Yuewang tried to smooth things over for herself.

"Hmm." Liu Chang'an nodded.

"Yes." Professor Ling nodded with a smile. It was fortunate that Liu Chang'an was so knowledgeable that he corrected Liu Yuewang's misconception by explaining the components of tea. Otherwise, the two of them might have complained to the hotel, which would have been a laughing stock.

"Many people are indeed quite skilled in their professional fields, but they often develop blind confidence because of their achievements in those fields, and like to offer their opinions in other areas unrelated to their expertise... For example, some consumers not only like to comment on whether a refrigerator works well or not, but also like to teach manufacturers how to make refrigerators; some readers not only like to comment on whether a book is good or not, but also like to teach authors how to write novels." Liu Chang'an pointed to a fashion magazine, "However, there is an exception: people who don't understand fashion think that certain fashion designs are rubbish, and nine times out of ten, that's a fair assessment."

"You've said everything." Liu Yuewang wanted to retort, but she felt that she probably couldn't win an argument with Liu Chang'an. If she angered him, he might make her do two thousand push-ups tomorrow.

After the tea and snacks were served, Liu Yuewang and Professor Ling started taking photos, while Liu Chang'an continued flipping through his book.

At this moment, a young man walked over. He was originally heading straight for the table with the mixed-race young lady, but he stopped at Liu Chang'an's table.

The young man sported a small mustache, exuding a dashing air. He was tall and slender, yet clearly full of energy, displaying the spirited demeanor of a man at the peak of his career and physical health.

"An Nuan, I didn't expect to meet you here. Where's your mother?" Gao Yening asked with some delight.

Liu Chang'an looked at him. This young man was Gao Yening, who had driven Ferrari and brought flowers to Xiangtan University to confess his love to Liu Yuewang that day. He had started a flower tea brand called F4 and invited Liu Yuewang to be its spokesperson. Because he was trying to pursue Liu Yuewang, he wanted to increase Liu Yuewang's endorsement fee, but Liu Yuewang refused... She refused to continue being the spokesperson and also refused his pursuit.

The "An Nuan" that Gao Yening mentioned is none other than Liu Yuewang, who is sitting here.

In Liu Chang'an's eyes, An Nuan and Liu Yuewang were obviously different, and he could tell them apart, but most people didn't have that kind of insight.

The main problem is that I'm not familiar enough with it.

Liu Yuewang was taken aback. She had only intended to come downstairs for afternoon tea and come back upstairs soon, so she hadn't worn a mask or sunglasses and ran into someone she knew.

Thinking about it, even if she wore a mask and sunglasses, Gao Yening would still recognize Liu Chang'an and would still come over to say hello and take a look. He would also notice her wearing a mask and sunglasses and would inevitably become suspicious. If he asked her any questions, Liu Yuewang could only use An Nuan's identity to brush it off.

Thinking about it this way, it wasn't entirely her fault, and Liu Yuewang felt relieved.

"My mom... my mom isn't here." Liu Yuewang finished speaking, then smiled, her lips pursed.

Liu Chang'an and Professor Ling both leaned back slightly; that smile was so perfectly imitated!

Professor Ling glanced at Liu Chang'an. No wonder Liu Chang'an said that Liu Yuewang was unconsciously imitating An Nuan. It turned out that she could really imitate her so well. For a moment, Professor Ling even had the illusion that the person sitting next to him was An Nuan!

Looking at Professor Ling and Liu Chang'an's expressions, Liu Yuewang felt a little smug.

"I know your mom isn't here. Lately... she hasn't been replying to my WeChat." Gao Yening sighed with some disappointment.

"Give up," Liu Yuewang said, seizing the opportunity. You truly have no chance. There are plenty of fish in the sea; why fixate on just one?

Gao Yening was stunned for a moment. When she went to confess her feelings that day, she also ran into An Nuan and her boyfriend. An Nuan didn't have this attitude back then. She seemed quite supportive of Gao Yening.

"What I mean is... you really don't have a chance. The age gap is too big. Although what you said makes a lot of sense, like it's okay for a man to be eight years older than a woman, why can't a woman be eight years older than a man... but people, living in society, how can they really turn a blind eye to the prejudices of this society?" Liu Yuewang continued to persuade.

"I don't think it's that kind of problem. Your mom... your mom wants your boyfriend to be like that." Gao Yening glanced at Liu Chang'an beside her.

Professor Ling quickly sat up straight, realizing that his action was too impulsive, and then bent down to pick up his teacup to cover it up.

Liu Chang'an held up the magazine. He kept looking at it, seeing nothing and hearing nothing.

"You... what nonsense are you spouting!" Liu Yuewang's cheeks flushed red. She just had high standards, but what did she mean by wanting a boyfriend like An Nuan? It was so easy for people to misunderstand!

"Don't get agitated, I didn't mean anything by it..." Gao Yening quickly explained, "It wasn't me. I meant that your mom doesn't like your boyfriend like that... no, how should I put it... your mom has given me a lot of standards. She said her boyfriend must meet those standards. I think I'm a promising young man, and there's no one like that in reality. She just said, 'An Nuan, your boyfriend is that outstanding.'"

"You... you need to explain yourself clearly! Taking things out of context, are you in the media?" Liu Yuewang's cheeks were still flushed. She looked around, wondering if Gao Yening's explanation had made the two people next to her understand.

Liu Chang'an was still reading a magazine, and Professor Ling was drinking tea.

"Her requirements are that he must be both literate and skilled in martial arts. In terms of literature, he must be able to share common ground with her in terms of knowledge of classical, traditional, and modern literature, and be able to discuss relevant professional topics with her... In terms of martial arts, she said it would be best if he were a martial arts master. Isn't that... Your mother is also a professor, how can she believe in this martial arts master stuff?" Gao Yening said irritably.

"There are still martial arts masters." Professor Ling glanced at Liu Chang'an opposite her. She had heard how good Liu Chang'an was from Han Zhizhi, An Nuan, and Liu Yuewang.

"Drink your tea." Liu Yuewang glared at Professor Ling.

Gao Yening glanced at Professor Ling with a puzzled look. She recognized Professor Ling; wasn't he Gao Yening An Nuan's elder? Why was An Nuan treating Professor Ling like this?

"Have some tea." Liu Yuewang immediately smiled sweetly and poured Professor Ling a cup of tea.

"So obedient." Professor Ling couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Liu Yuewang continue her act.

Gao Yening didn't think much of it and continued, "These two conditions directly eliminated me. She also felt that wasn't enough; she preferred that I also have expertise in other traditional cultural projects, such as calligraphy, painting, or tailoring... I'm busy with business every day, where would I find the time to do these things that cultivate my mind? The key point is, her requirement isn't just to have some knowledge, but to be an expert! She took out a photo of herself wearing a cheongsam, which looked beautiful, and said that I should first design, cut, and make a cheongsam of the same level and craftsmanship to show her."

Liu Yuewang flushed slightly. She hadn't thought much about it at the time; she just wanted to set a hurdle that Gao Yening couldn't overcome. But Gao Yening's words made it sound as if she was setting a standard based on Liu Chang'an.

"Is this... is this really that much? She was just randomly choosing a reference point, she didn't mean anything by it. Don't think she's using so-and-so as a standard," Liu Yuewang quickly explained.

That person was still reading a magazine, completely absorbed in it, oblivious to what was happening around them.

Professor Ling continued drinking Master Wu's tea. It was really soothing; perhaps he really had a cold, so he drank more.

"Your mom also told me how your boyfriend flirted with you." Gao Yening glanced at Liu Chang'an beside her and smiled. "Little Liu, don't mind me, I was just learning from you... Your mom pointed to the photo of the cheongsam and said that your boyfriend designed this outfit and added some words to it. I remember it clearly, something like: 'It begins with a flutter of the Heartbeat and ends with growing old together. To have you is to find peace, to be with you is to find warmth.' It suits your name perfectly, so he chose this vibrant floral pattern adorned with subtle patterns reminiscent of bygone days. The design theme of the dress is 'Growing Old Together,' which has a slightly melancholic feel, but your vivacity more than makes up for it. It brings joy to anyone who sees it."

Liu Yuewang hummed twice. This conversation had nothing to do with her, so she wasn't embarrassed.

"How do you remember it so clearly?" Professor Ling asked with a smile.

"This was written on paper. She showed me Xiao Liu's calligraphy, and I thought, 'Such amazing flirting skills! If I had that ability, I wouldn't have to worry about anything!' So I had her forward it to me, and I memorized it." Gao Yening explained, then lowered her voice, "I think your mom is just jealous of you. She feels that you found such an excellent boyfriend, and she wants one too, otherwise she'll lose to you... Her expression was a little sour at the time."

Professor Ling quickly put down her teacup. Luckily, there was no tea in her mouth, or she would have spat it out. Her shoulders were already shaking uncontrollably.

Enraged, Liu Yuewang shouted, "Gao Yening... get away from me!"

"What are you doing... I'm just trying to please you... You should talk to your mother about this, there's no need to be so sour, I'm excellent too." Gao Yening was a little confused. He wasn't saying anything bad about Liu Yuewang; it was just a way of building rapport through teasing.

"Are you leaving or not! I'm going to block you... no, I'm going to get my mom to block you!" Liu Yuewang said through gritted teeth.

"No... I'm leaving, I'm leaving." Gao Yening quickly left that table and sat down at the table next to the Gao Yening -race girl, who had been waiting for her.

Professor Ling finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. Liu Yuewang hit Professor Ling several times, then turned her head and glared at Liu Chang'an.

"I wasn't laughing." Liu Chang'an controlled his expression well.

"Is it really that funny?" Liu Yuewang asked, exasperated.

"It's not funny. Look, I can even calmly drink my tea." Liu Chang'an picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Liu Yuewang just stared at him, Liu Chang'an opened his mouth, unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face. He couldn't help it, so he just burst out laughing.

"You culprit, and you're still laughing!" Liu Yuewang had a reason to hit someone. She found a magazine, which was too heavy, and replaced it with a lighter one, then hit Liu Chang'an several times.

"I was just laughing at Gao Yening," Liu Chang'an explained. "That guy was making me laugh."

Indeed, the most infuriating person was Gao Yening. Liu Yuewang took out her phone and blocked Gao Yening's contact information without hesitation, only then did she feel a little relieved.

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P. S.: I highly recommend a book called <My Own Dream Game>. It's quite long, so you can start reading it now.