As Huo Jiu left the square, he happened to pass the Turing Group's office building. The building, usually ablaze with lights, was completely dark. Was nobody working overtime inside?
Curious, Huo Jiu told the driver to stop and slowly walked up to the building.
After a moment's hesitation, Huo Jiu called Diwu Ling, feeling a little mischievous. But no one answered.
A few minutes later, Huo Jiu stared at his phone, puzzled. When they had exchanged contact information, Diwu Ling had been the one to suggest it, so Huo Jiu had given him only his private number.
Given Diwu Ling's personality, there was no reason he wouldn't answer, even if the number calling his private phone was unfamiliar.
Huo Jiu thought it over and called again. The phone rang three times before someone finally picked up.
"Hello, I'm looking for Diwu Ling—" Huo Jiu hid his smile and spoke in a serious tone.
"You're a friend of A-Ling's, right?" A choked voice came from the other end. "A-Ling passed away—"
In an instant, it was as if a bolt of lightning had struck him. Huo Jiu felt the blood in his entire body freeze. He asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"
Author's Note:
This novel will be going VIP on October 1. There'll be three updates that day~~
I'll be saving up chapters tomorrow, so there won't be an update. See you the day after, babies (づ￣3￣)づ╭??~
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Coming Soon 1—
<After Leaving the Wealthy Family, the Fake Young Master Became the Richest Man>
Wenren Li had lived for eighteen years before learning that he wasn't his parents' biological child.
His real parents were a pair of gambling addicts and deadbeats, being hounded everywhere over their loan-shark debts. Burdened by his family, the real young master had scraped his way through high school. At eighteen, he had to work to support himself.
Meanwhile, Wenren Li had taken his place, enjoying the finest resources his parents could offer and becoming, in everyone's eyes, the most outstanding heir to the group.
When the truth came out, the real young master returned to the wealthy family, while the fake young master went back to his birth family.
Faced with a mountain of debt and biological parents who never learned their lesson, Wenren Li wasn't worried.
As for his former circle of rich second-generation kids, who used to flatter him and now kicked him when he was down, Wenren Li deleted them all without a second thought.
Until his sworn enemy, who was arrogant in name but an idiot in truth, declared that no one else was allowed to bully him. Wenren Li: "...?"
As a poor student, the person Lu Wenyuan had hated most all his life was Wenren Li, the kid from someone else's family.
Then one day, he learned that Wenren Li wasn't a member of the Wenren Family by birth, but the son of a pair of gambling addicts. They'd been switched at birth eighteen years ago. Now that the truth was out, the real young master had been brought back to the wealthy family, while the fake young master had been sent back to where he started.
The favored child of heaven had fallen into the depths overnight, and everyone who envied him took the chance to kick him while he was down. In a fit of rage, Lu Wenyuan beat up the cannon fodder. "He's my nemesis. I'm the only one who gets to bully him. Get lost!"
"I heard you wanted to bully me?"
Under Wenren Li's amused gaze, Lu Wenyuan's mind went blank. He stammered, "I didn't, I wasn't, don't get the wrong idea."
The favored child of heaven had fallen from grace. Everyone thought Wenren Li could never make a comeback, and they eagerly waited to see him make a fool of himself.
No one expected Wenren Li to build a business from scratch and become X City's richest man in just a few years.
Lu Wenyuan had thought that with Wenren Li at rock bottom, he could do whatever he wanted. Now, afraid of getting revenge, he hastily packed his things and tried to sneak away. But he'd barely stepped out the door when a phone call stopped him.
Wenren Li, looking over financial statements while trying on formalwear, said, "The wedding's booked. Get back here and try on your suit."
Lu Wenyuan: "...Sob."
Mutual pining, doting on each other
The real young master isn't a villain. He's just a silly little cutie.
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Coming Soon 2—
The Vase Game
It wasn't until after his death that Wen Yu learned his miserable life had been nothing more than a game for other people to play when they were bored.
A group of rich second-generation kids put up ten million yuan on a bet. They wanted to pick a poor student at school, make him rich, and see whether he'd turn bad after suddenly becoming wealthy.
Wen Yu, with his delicate looks and shallow understanding of the world, became their target.
Simple-minded and naive, Wen Yu had only just stepped into the big city when its splendor captivated him. As expected, he fell into the carefully laid trap of money, became obsessed with material pleasures, and lost himself. In the end, his reputation was ruined, and he met a tragic fate.
When he opened his eyes again, Wen Yu had returned to ten years earlier. He had just come out of the mountains and set foot on a university campus. This time, he would live his life one step at a time and earn success through his own efforts.
"I Just Wanted to Save Your Life! Why Is It So Difficult?" [Three Updates Combined]
Huo Jiu's mind went blank. One memory after another of his time with Diwu Ling flashed before his eyes. From Diwu Ling volunteering to be the referee at First-Rank Pavilion to him casually offering a million yuan per dish, they'd eaten together so many times. Even right up until the plot had reloaded, Diwu Ling had insisted on sending him to school.
Huo Jiu looked up at the pitch-black office building. At noon that day, before the plot had reloaded, he'd even cooked for Diwu Ling. How could Diwu Ling have died just because of a reload?
Huo Jiu's thoughts were in disarray. He asked mechanically, "How did Diwu Ling die?"
The other person choked back a sob and said, "Yesterday at noon, A-Ling went to First-Rank Pavilion with his coworkers for lunch. On the way back to the office, a stray dog ran into the road..."
Diwu Ling's driver had swerved suddenly to avoid the dog but hadn't noticed the truck traveling straight behind them. The truck couldn't brake in time and slammed into Diwu Ling's car. The cargo container crushed the front of the black Maybach. Diwu Ling and the driver died at the scene.
Huo Jiu jolted. In that flash, he seemed to grasp a possible explanation, but there was no time to think it through. The person on the other end was already choking back tears as they asked whether he would attend Diwu Ling's funeral.
They had known each other, after all. Even if no one in this cycle remembered how they'd met, Huo Jiu still had to see Diwu Ling off on his final journey.
After hanging up, Huo Jiu walked back to the car, his face dark.
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