Seeing the weariness on his mother's face, Wen Chengze pointed to a sofa not far away. "Mom, go rest there for a while."
"Okay." Mother Wen really was tired.
"Mom, you rest here. I'll go buy you some water."
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. The doctor had told her to control her sugar intake, so she could not drink too much, and his father had banned it as well. That only made her crave it more.
Though she needed to control her sugar intake, it did not mean she could not 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, there was a bang as someone crashed into him.
The bag of milk tea fell to the ground, and even Wen Chengze himself lost his balance and nearly fell.
Just as he thought he was about to hit the ground, a hand suddenly caught him. Wen Chengze looked up. The person wore a mask, concealing most of his face, but his eyes were elegant and faintly distant—strikingly beautiful.
They were the most beautiful eyes Wen Chengze had ever seen, like stars.
The hand holding his was also well-defined at the knuckles, long and strong, giving him an overwhelming sense of security.
After staring blankly for two seconds, Wen Chengze hurriedly came back to himself. Once he had steadied himself, he pulled his hand away. "Thank you."
The person who had bumped into him was not so fortunate. He landed hard on his backside.
After recovering for a moment, the man hurriedly stood and apologized. "Sorry, I really didn't notice anyone 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 righteously shoved 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 and said nothing.
One had bumped into him, while the other had saved him. They were even.
He only glanced down at the milk tea on the ground. It looked like he would have to buy another cup.
The man noticed the milk tea on the ground as well.
"I'll buy you another one."
Wen Chengze looked at the man. His voice, like his eyes, was refined and gentle, with 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 had not expected his cousin to actually agree.
Tears suddenly streamed down his face. His cousin still cared about him!
Since they had been the ones at fault, Wen Chengze did not stand on ceremony. He simply let them buy him another cup, then left with his milk tea.
"Cousin, I think that crash 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 grace.
The man glanced at the person beside him and said mildly, "I don't know whether your romantic luck has arrived, but your creditor is coming."
"Damn! Cousin, you're still saying that? Can you stop using her to scare me?" As he spoke, he looked around nervously. Only after failing to spot his tigress-like manager did he breathe a sigh of relief.
He had only been five minutes late. Did she really have to keep scaring him like this?
His cousin looked refined on the surface, but underneath, he was nothing but a hooligan!
Ignoring the person yelling and shouting, the man calmly walked ahead.
"Hey! Wait for me!"
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