Small Children Shouldn't Be Too Greedy

Yu An knew that sooner or later, he would have to face questions like this.

After all, he was someone who had appeared in this world out of nowhere.

He answered calmly, "But I remember you clearly."

"Why?" Some life returned to Song Yuechi's dejected face as he looked at Yu An expectantly.

"Because your hair color is dyed very uniquely. It's like the morning sun. You're warm toward people, and you have dimples when you smile. You're very good-looking." Yu An slowly listed the impression Song Yuechi had left on him.

Such simple facts made Song Yuechi's eyes light up as well.

He scratched his head and smiled shyly. "How am I good-looking? You're the good-looking one. You're fair and clean, with big eyes, like a doll."

Yu An thought about it, then asked, "Do you mean I look like a girl?"

He knew what dolls were: exquisite, beautiful children's toys. Most were girls, with smooth, thick hair and cute puffed-up dresses.

Thinking he was unhappy, Song Yuechi hurriedly explained, "I'm not saying you're girly. I just think you're really good-looking too, it's just..."

He got stuck, as if he could not find the right adjective.

Yu An could tell he was someone who did not like studying much. Guessing that his vocabulary was limited, he waited patiently.

After a while, Song Yuechi seemed to despair at his own poor vocabulary and gestured wildly with both hands. "Even if you and He Li'an are together because you both want it, I still feel like he's a little unworthy of you... That's the feeling. Do you get it?"

Yu An quietly considered it for a moment, then nodded heavily. "Mm."

He Li'an was everyone's beloved white moonlight.

Yet Song Yuechi thought He Li'an was not worthy of him.

That meant he was even better than He Li'an.

Anyway, he was complimenting him.

And it was such a straightforward, specific compliment. Yu An was very happy.

Song Yuechi was not stupid at all. Song Yuechi was so good at talking.

After praising each other's strengths, they were both very happy. Yu An began to feel a very real sense of "friendship" toward Song Yuechi.

Song Yuechi had clearly forgotten what they had started talking about, so Yu An had to bring the topic back himself. "Why did you say earlier that you couldn't afford to offend He Li'an?"

Song Yuechi put on an inscrutable expression and asked a rather unrelated question. "Where do you think has the most cash?"

Yu An said, "Normally, it should be a bank. But your expression tells me there's another answer."

Song Yuechi's expression completely fell apart. Even the stray tuft of hair on top of his head drooped.

"Was it that obvious?" After saying that, he denied it himself. "No, you're just too smart."

Yu An agreed with both of those statements.

Song Yuechi's expression had been very obvious.

And he really was very smart.

But he did not voice his opinion and quietly waited for Song Yuechi to continue.

Song Yuechi's attention span was poor. As long as he was interrupted even slightly, the topic would wander off.

"That's right. Normally, banks hold the most cash, but in our A City, the He family is a living bank! During the golden decade of booming markets at the start of the century, the He family amassed a huge amount of initial wealth. In every industry in A City, big or small, new or old, the He family has invested in nearly all of them. No one knows exactly how much money the He family has. They only know that even after the He family suffered a devastating blow from an accident, it still stood firm..."

Song Yuechi sighed. "Maybe the words 'good at making money' are written into the He family's genes. Don't let He Li'an being barely in his twenties fool you—he's an angel investor whom every major family in A City has to show respect to!"

After hearing that, Yu An found it somewhat exaggerated. "But doesn't he go to school every day? Does he have that much time to work?"

"You think He Li'an is attending school because he wants to? He could have graduated long ago. The school board begged him to stay! He's Saint Belien's living billboard. Many powerful and wealthy people only send their children here because of him."

Song Yuechi did not forget to add, "My parents sent me here because of him too. I used to admire him a lot, but I never expected him to be this kind of person. I'm pretty devastated now..."

His tone turned sad again.

Yu An had already heard what he wanted to know, so he did not mind that Song Yuechi had gone off-topic.

Seeing his miserable expression, Yu An still decided to remind him, "Come on. Class is about to start."

"You're still thinking about class at a time like this..." Song Yuechi reluctantly got up and went to class with him.

Song Yuechi was not quiet even when he walked. He touched the railing with his left hand, then stomped hard on the fallen leaves with his right foot.

"Hey!"

All of a sudden, Song Yuechi went quiet and bumped Yu An with his shoulder.

Yu An felt that Song Yuechi might have ADHD, but this was his first friend, so he decided to tolerate it generously.

He looked at Song Yuechi, his gaze as calm as a lake deep in the mountains. "What?"

Song Yuechi ran a hand through his yellow hair and lowered his voice mischievously. "Is He Li'an good in bed?"

"Good in bed?" Yu An did not understand.

Song Yuechi's tone gradually turned lewd. "You know, when you two... How are his skills? How does it feel for you?"

Yu An connected his expression with his tone and understood what he meant. "You're so dirty."

Even when insulting someone, he pronounced every word clearly, without much emotional fluctuation.

Song Yuechi was not angry. Instead, he found the way Yu An cursed people amusing. "Come on, tell me. I'm really curious."

Yu An felt that if this continued, not only He Li'an's reputation but his own would be ruined as well.

"Nothing happened between He Li'an and me. He was only teaching me how to tie a tie."

"Oh."

Yu An breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, Song Yuechi spoke gloomily. "He was alone in a room with such a gorgeous, tempting little beauty like you and could hold back from doing anything. Could he be impotent?"

Yu An said, "..."

The breath he had just let out completely scattered.

When Yu An checked his phone after school, he finally saw the message He Li'an had replied to at three o'clock.

[He Li'an]: Mm

Perhaps because he had gotten to know He Li'an all over again today, when Yu An saw such a simple reply, he automatically imagined it being said in a very cold tone.

A new message popped up on the screen.

[He Li'an]: Wait for the driver to contact you after class.

[Yu An]: What about you?

Yesterday after school, He Li'an had called him personally.

The top of the chat window displayed: The other party is typing.

Then the typing indicator disappeared, but no message came through.

This happened twice, yet Yu An still did not receive a reply.

He did not understand. Was his question that difficult to answer?

[He Li'an]: You're so young. Don't be too greedy.

[Yu An]: ?

This time, the typing indicator appeared only once before there was no more movement.

It seemed He Li'an would not reply.

Yu An looked at He Li'an's last message again.

So young...

He Li'an had said the same thing that afternoon, saying he was not reserved enough.

But he had not said anything else. How was he not reserved?