Milk Tea, 30% Sugar

Seeing the weariness on his mother's face, Wen Chengze pointed to a sofa not far away. "Mom, go rest over there for a while."

"Okay." Mother Wen really was tired.

"Mom, rest here. I'll go buy you a drink."

Mother Wen tugged on Wen Chengze's sleeve. "I want milk tea, extra sugar."

"Milk tea is fine, but only 30% sugar."

Mother Wen pouted, but still nodded.

Wen Chengze shook his head helplessly. His mother had no particular hobbies, except for her deep love of milk tea. But the doctor had told her to watch her sugar intake, so she couldn't drink too much, and his father had banned it. That only made her crave it even more.

Watching her sugar intake didn't mean she couldn't have any at all. Thinking this, he headed toward the drink shop.

After buying it, he picked up the bag and prepared to head back. But the moment he turned around, before Wen Chengze could even take a step, someone slammed into him with a bang.

The bag of milk tea fell to the floor, and even Wen Chengze lost his balance and was about to fall.

Just when he thought he was going down, a hand suddenly caught him. Wen Chengze looked up. The person wore a mask, concealing most of his face, but his eyes were clear to see—aloof and refined, with a faint sense of distance. They were beautiful.

They were the most beautiful eyes Wen Chengze had ever seen, like stars.

The hand holding his was also well-defined, long, and strong, giving him a profound sense of security.

After spacing out for two seconds, Wen Chengze quickly came back to himself. Once he was steady, he pulled his hand away. "Thank you."

The person who had bumped into him was not so lucky. He landed squarely on his backside.

After recovering for a moment, that person hurriedly got to his feet and apologized. "Sorry, I'm really sorry. I honestly didn't notice someone behind me. If you want to blame someone, blame him. If he hadn't suddenly scared me, I wouldn't have run off in such a panic."

He shamelessly pushed all the blame onto the person who had just caught Wen Chengze.

Wen Chengze's gaze moved between the two of them. He took a small step back but said nothing.

One had bumped into him, and one had saved him. They were even.

He only lowered his head to look at the milk tea on the floor. It seemed he would have to buy another cup.

That person also noticed the milk tea on the ground.

"I'll buy you another one."

Wen Chengze looked at the man. His voice, like his eyes, was refined and gentle, carrying a slight huskiness that made him even more charming.

The man who had bumped into Wen Chengze widened his eyes at those words. He had only said it casually; he hadn't expected his cousin to actually agree.

Tears suddenly streamed down his face. His cousin still cared about him!

Since they had been at fault, Wen Chengze did not put on airs. He simply let them buy him another cup, then left with the milk tea.

"Cousin, I think that bump just brought me my romantic luck." He had been staring at Wen Chengze ever since. He had never seen anyone as exquisite as Wen Chengze, like a porcelain doll. Even those currently popular young actresses in the entertainment industry did not possess a fraction of that person's charm.

The man glanced at the person beside him and said flatly, "I don't know about romantic luck, but your creditor is coming."

"Damn it! Cousin, you're still saying that? Can you stop using her to scare me all the time?" As he spoke, he looked around with lingering fear. Only when he failed to spot his tigress-like manager did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He had only been five minutes late. Was there really any need to keep scaring him like this?

His cousin looked refined on the surface, but inside, he was nothing but a hooligan!

Ignoring the person shouting behind him, the man calmly walked forward.

"Hey! Wait for me!"