Nothing More Than This

"Just like that, she's leaving?" Feng Ming froze, watching Bei Wei walk away from the table.

How was this completely different from what he had imagined?

He had prepared a whole stack of heartfelt words... how did he not even get a chance to say them?

"This... Gu Jiani?" Feng Ming let out a dry laugh, looking toward Gu Jiani.

"Don't ask me, Senior Brother Feng. I've done all I can to help. You saw it yourself; Bei Wei and her boyfriend are actually doing quite well," Gu Jiani said tactfully.

Doing this kind of thing was already underhanded enough, and now that her best friend's stance was so firm, she didn't want to end up pleasing no one and becoming the meddlesome one.

"Fine, then thank you for your help." Feng Ming stood up, feeling unwilling, and walked straight away from the table.

Gu Jiani thought for a moment, then picked up her bag and left as well.

At the entrance of the pedestrian street, both of them stopped involuntarily.

Feng Ming clenched his fists, staring tightly at the two figures embracing not far away.

Bei Wei looked sweet, standing on her tiptoes to initiate a kiss with a tall boy... the two of them looked so perfect together.

To the side, the dazzling blue Bentley with its doors closed by the boy looked incredibly sharp, and the winged B emblem was truly an eyesore, piercing straight into his heart.

So this was Bei Wei's boyfriend?

He felt instantly devastated, as if something had been ripped out of his chest.

Empty...

He knew there was no chance for him anymore.

"Is your cold better? You're already out shopping?" Zhang Yang took a Louis Vuitton bag he had just bought for Bei Wei out of the Bentley. "Here, I picked this out for you. You can retire that Coach bag now."

"This is... LV?" Bei Wei was stunned for a moment, then her eyes sparkled with surprise. "It's too expensive, Brother Zhang. I can't accept this."

"If I give it to you, just take it." Zhang Yang leaned against the car body, glancing at the two figures not far away.

Gu Jiani, and the other one—was that the school heartthrob?

He looked thin, tall, and fair, the type girls might like, but looking back now, the opponent he once thought was invincible during his student days was nothing more than that.

Was this what they called... the light boat having already passed ten thousand mountains?

"Can you take me for a ride, Brother Zhang?" Bei Wei, her black hair draped over her shoulders, stood by Zhang Yang's new Bentley clutching the bag, her eyes filled with infinite tenderness.

"Get in." Zhang Yang smiled, opened the door, and watched as Bei Wei became the first... ah, no, the second person to sit in his passenger seat.

Sitting inside the Bentley Continental GT with the sweet Bei Wei, Zhang Yang sped off, leaving the Bentley to vanish into the distance.

The two people left behind stood in silence for a long time.

Feng Ming's palms were slick with cold sweat; beyond the lingering fear, he felt a sense of relief.

Where did he get the confidence to come over and try his luck? Was he looking to be crushed to pieces, looking to humiliate himself?

Thankfully, thankfully, the other party hadn't even noticed him.

The usually popular Feng Ming felt his face burning for the first time, yet his heart suddenly relaxed.

"It's over." Beside him, Gu Jiani squatted on the ground, covering her face, cursing herself a thousand, ten thousand times for being an idiot.

Fool! Moron!

Gu Jiani, you really went to all that trouble for nothing, shooting yourself in the foot!

"Gu Jiani..." Feng Ming rubbed his hands nearby. He knew he had caused trouble for Gu Jiani, but for now, he could only offer a dry laugh to ease his own embarrassment.

"Just go! Senior Brother Feng!" Gu Jiani buried her head in her arms, refusing to look up.

Feng Ming's expression shifted, but after a moment of thought, he quietly walked away without another word.

The Bentley sped like lightning through the streets of the Magic City. Inside the Bentley Continental GT, every touch was met with a warm, luxurious texture.

Beyond the low roar of the W12 engine, the air was filled with the immersive, surround-sound music of the Bang & Olufsen for Bentley system.

"If I had been successful in my youth and not felt inferior,"

"Knowing what was truly precious,"

Bei Wei in the passenger seat hummed softly, her fresh, sweet face a perfect match for the interior of the Bentley.

Zhang Yang, driving a Bentley in his youth, felt a sense of pure exhilaration.

He tapped the brakes lightly, pulling the Bentley over to the side of an empty road. Zhang Yang looked at Bei Wei, whose cheeks were still flushed with a faint glow, and leaned over. He gently ran a hand through her hair and naturally leaned in to kiss her.

Bei Wei's face turned crimson, and she gently wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to Zhang Yang again and again.

"Brother Zhang, my cold isn't gone yet. Aren't you afraid of catching it?" After a long while, Bei Wei asked, gently bracing herself against Zhang Yang's chest.

"Ah, this... my resistance should be fine, right?" Zhang Yang hadn't considered that; with his current physique, he shouldn't be knocked down by a mere cold, right?

"By the way, just now..." Bei Wei bit her lip, recalling the scene that had just occurred, wanting to say something but hesitating.

She didn't know if she should explain that inexplicable encounter. It was truly... thinking about it made her so angry. She and Zhang Yang were developing so well, yet Gu Jiani just had to go and meddle.

What if Brother Zhang misunderstood?

"Are you talking about the guy next to Gu Jiani just now?" Zhang Yang chuckled. "Let me guess, the school heartthrob from your university?"

"Brother Zhang, actually..." Bei Wei felt a surge of anxiety and wanted to explain.

"Alright, alright, no need to explain. It's not important." Zhang Yang said dismissively.

When facing a so-called opponent who was completely crushed by him? What a joke. Was he really supposed to take that seriously? He figured this was just a so-called chance encounter Gu Jiani had deliberately orchestrated.

The result had already been achieved; the process was completely irrelevant.

He truly didn't need to understand the ins and outs of it—was he that bored? Besides, he didn't necessarily have to believe everything Gu Jiani said. Who knew if she was exaggerating just to make him retreat in the face of difficulty?

Feeling Zhang Yang's unconditional trust, a wave of warmth instantly melted through Bei Wei's heart.

"You gave me a gift, so I want to give you one too." Bei Wei looked into Zhang Yang's clear eyes and suddenly gathered the courage to speak.

"A gift?" Zhang Yang blinked, looking at Bei Wei beside him.

The sweet-faced Bei Wei was flushed with color, looking entirely ready to be plucked, and a thought instantly flashed through Zhang Yang's mind.

Could it be that kind of gift?

To be honest, since their relationship had become clear, they had been together for a month now.

It wasn't long, but it wasn't exactly short either, especially since Zhang Yang hadn't deliberately pushed the pace, keeping things steady and unhurried.

"Then... shall we go to a hotel?" Zhang Yang asked tentatively.

Bei Wei let out a soft hum, turning her head away in embarrassment.

A short while later, Zhang Yang was driving his Bentley Continental GT with Bei Wei, heading straight for their destination.

At a time like this, and since he wasn't short on money, he naturally wouldn't just pick any random hotel to make do. So, Zhang Yang checked the address and specifically chose the Bulgari Hotel located by Suzhou Creek.

Most human memories are long and useless; what we remember are often just the particularly important nodes and fragments.

Therefore, he wanted today's memory to be perfect, to become a milestone worth remembering in both of their lives.