The Birth of the Ultimate Inspiration
After giving it some thought, Zhang Yang replied casually, without directly answering the question.
The reason his younger cousin was so worried was that she feared she wouldn't be able to handle it—that she would mess things up and end up shooting herself in the foot.
But to put it rationally and coldly—
Could things fall apart? Yes, that was possible.
But so what? Even if everything fell apart, Zhang Yang would still be Zhang Yang—still ridiculously handsome, still wealthy, and he wouldn't lose anything he was supposed to have.
When one's strength came from oneself, it naturally didn't matter who left.
"Isn't that assumption a little too cold-blooded?" Zhang Yang looked at himself in the mirror and laughed silently.
An assumption was only an assumption. He still had enough confidence in himself. Besides, he wouldn't get involved with girls who were too extreme and headstrong, or the kind who threw tantrums without reason.
With that in mind, Zhang Yang got into his car and drove straight home to COFCO Seaview No. 1.
Late at night, inside the spacious apartment.
Zhang Yang walked into the bathroom and took a long bath, leaving his phone by the edge of the tub.
On his phone, the still-excited Le Man kept sending him message after message.
[Le Man: The most meaningful birthday I've had in years. Oh, right, how did you know it was my birthday?]
[Zhang Yang: Your sister posted about it, so I saw it and made preparations. You know me—I never disappoint people. By the way, is your... pain any better?]
[Le Man: Mm-hmm. What, you want to?]
[Zhang Yang: Of course not. I was just checking on you. That kind of thing... isn't all there is to life. Besides, it's not like I