A Handy, Thoughtful Little Angel

There was almost nothing in this world that could make Yu An feel despair.

But now there was.

Song Yuechi's stupid brain made him feel utterly hopeless.

He struggled to explain again. "He Li'an and I aren't what you think. I'm the one who wants to marry him."

In Yu An's own view, there was nothing wrong with pursuing profit.

He liked kind people because he knew very clearly that he was not kind himself.

From the perspective of universal values, coveting He Li'an's inheritance was a very despicable thing. He wasn't sure whether Song Yuechi could accept his way of thinking.

He had only just started a new life with friends. He didn't want to lose a friend so soon, so he couldn't explain his reasons to Song Yuechi yet.

"Don't tell me you've been... PUA'd!" Song Yuechi grabbed Yu An by the shoulders and shook him hard, trying to make him come to his senses.

Yu An knew what PUA meant. He shook his head. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

His phone rang. It was probably the driver calling.

Song Yuechi let go and allowed him to answer. After confirming the address with the driver, Yu An took Song Yuechi to find the car.

During the ride back with Yu An, Song Yuechi kept sighing.

He still believed Yu An had been brainwashed by He Li'an, which was why he was so dead set on marrying him.

Yu An knew explaining would be useless, so he brought up the phone case. The two changed the subject.

After getting home, Yu An returned to his room and showed Song Yuechi the phone case sample.

Song Yuechi's eyes lit up. "It's so pretty. It's even more delicate and beautiful than the one you sold me before. They'll definitely like it."

Yu An said, "Once I make money, I'll return yours to you."

Song Yuechi said, "Huh?"

Yu An said, "You don't like He Li'an anymore, and you're my friend. I can't keep taking your money."

If Song Yuechi weren't his friend, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to mention returning the money.

Friends were always different.

Song Yuechi waved his hands repeatedly. "No need. What does that little bit of money matter? I was just paying for what I liked."

He sounded completely unconcerned, so Yu An didn't insist.

Because Yu An really was very poor right now.

"Hold a giveaway in the Happy Club. Give this sample away for free first, just treat it as advertising. If people like it, they'll naturally come to you to buy it, and then you can make even more money!" The more Song Yuechi spoke, the more feasible it seemed. "It's settled, then. I'll handle it!"

"Young Master Yu An, are you ready to leave?"

Zhu Wen's voice came from outside the door.

Yu An turned and looked at Song Yuechi questioningly.

Song Yuechi was busy typing on his phone to post the giveaway event. "Wait a moment."

Yu An raised his voice and repeated it.

Outside the door, Zhu Wen replied respectfully, "All right."

The next second, He Li'an called.

Zhu Wen stepped aside to answer it.

"Young Master."

"Have you gone to the orchard?"

"Not yet. Young Master Yu An and Young Master Song are still in the room. They said they need to wait a little longer before leaving."

After Zhu Wen finished speaking, he heard He Li'an's breathing tighten, and his tone rose sharply. "In the room? Just the two of them?"

"Yes." Zhu Wen guessed at He Li'an's thoughts. "Rest assured, Young Master Song seems like a good kid too. They won't do anything improper while they're together."

Rather than trusting his own judgment, it was more accurate to say he trusted Yu An's judgment.

After spending time with him recently, Zhu Wen had discovered that Yu An was actually very clear-minded. Like his young master, Yu An was also someone with strong opinions.

He didn't think Yu An would make bad friends.

He Li'an gave a cold snort, his voice unusually icy. "Is that so?"

Zhu Wen felt that He Li'an was showing a lack of rationality when it came to Yu An, but he was a professional butler. He wouldn't say what he shouldn't.

"I'll go take a look."

"Mm."

Only then did He Li'an's tone soften slightly.

After ending the call, Zhu Wen went forward and knocked on the door again.

Yu An came to open it. "What is it?"

Zhu Wen was a very patient person. Since he had come knocking again so soon, Yu An assumed something urgent had happened.

"It may rain later, so we need to set off quickly." Zhu Wen nodded slightly, but his peripheral vision was peering into the room.

Song Yuechi was sitting on the sofa, continuously typing on his phone. Both of them were fully and neatly dressed, there was no strange smell in the room, and the bed was tidy without any signs of use.

Yu An didn't suspect anything. He turned back and called out, "Song Yuechi, are you ready?"

Song Yuechi said, "One minute."

Zhu Wen had already confirmed the situation in the room. "I'll wait downstairs."

Yu An left the door open and walked toward Song Yuechi.

Before leaving, Zhu Wen took the opportunity to secretly snap a photo. On his way downstairs, he sent it to He Li'an and reported his observations through text messages.

He Li'an quickly replied: Keep a close eye on them.

[Zhu Wen]: Understood.

The orchard was even larger than Yu An had imagined. As far as the eye could see, there was a cheerful expanse of brilliant red.

"Ah! Persimmons! So many persimmons!" Song Yuechi was already shouting like a monkey as he rushed down and climbed a tree.

Yu An: ...

Zhu Wen said calmly, "Young Master Song is very lively."

Yu An nodded in agreement.

Song Yuechi turned and shouted at him, "Yu An, come record a video of me climbing the tree! I want to post it on my Moments."

"Oh." Yu An walked over at an unhurried pace.

Song Yuechi chose the biggest tree and scrambled up it in a few quick moves.

Yu An looked up at him in surprise.

Song Yuechi put his hands on his hips smugly. "I'm impressive, right?"

Yu An said, "Mm."

Sure enough, people with simple minds had well-developed limbs.

Yu An was very bad at sports. He only stood on tiptoe beneath the smaller trees and carefully picked a few.

Song Yuechi came down carrying a bagful of persimmons in his jacket, then picked out the biggest, reddest one for Yu An.

"Thank you." The persimmon looked delicious. Yu An happily accepted it and slowly peeled the skin away.

Song Yuechi caught sight of several smooth, beautiful persimmons beside Yu An. "You picked those?"

"Mm, they're for He Li'an." Yu An took a bite of the persimmon. It was soft, sweet, and juicy. It was so delicious that his eyes narrowed.

Song Yuechi had just opened his mouth wide to eat a persimmon when he heard that. He curled his lips. "Why are you being so nice to him?"

Yu An said, "Because I'm going to marry him."

Song Yuechi said, "..."

He looked at Yu An with an expression of bitter frustration and, as if venting his anger, wolfed down three persimmons in one go.

When he wanted another, Yu An remembered He Li'an's warning and stopped him. "Eating too many is bad for your stomach."

Song Yuechi was actually craving more, but he obediently put down the persimmon in his hand. His tone was complicated as he asked, "You really want to marry He Li'an?"

Yu An said, "Mm."

Song Yuechi sighed. Such a handy, thoughtful little angel—how could he be so love-struck?

"All right!" Song Yuechi seemed to make some kind of decision. "As your good brother, I'll definitely help you get what you want!"