Chapter 8

Before long, a sunny, handsome man in a sporty hoodie and shorts ran over and threw his arms around Xin Chun. It was Ke Hang.

"Haha, Chun'er, long time no see. I missed you so much."

Ke Hang affectionately patted Xin Chun's back, then let go and looked him over carefully. He clicked his tongue. "Why is your face still so youthful? Fair, thin, and delicate. If we walked out together, people would think I was your older brother."

Clearly, Xin Chun was a year older than him.

Xin Chun said, "Can't help it. I was born beautiful."

"Enough joking around. Let me introduce you. This is my current boss, Owen Williams."

"This is Ke Hang, my good friend. My buddy."

"Hello." Owen held out his hand.

Ke Hang was briefly surprised by Owen's appearance before hurriedly shaking his hand.

After they had exchanged introductions, Ke Hang found a chance to whisper to Xin Chun, "Your boss is way too handsome. Is he mixed-race?"

"Yeah, he's from Y Country."

"Oh, then his Hua Country language is really good."

Ke Hang's car was parked in the underground garage. He walked ahead to lead them there, and since he had not seen Xin Chun in a long time, he had plenty to talk about. Before long, he brought up their class reunion.

"You really picked the perfect time. I told them you were busy and couldn't attend the reunion, but then you turned around and came to B City on a business trip. The reunion is in two days."

"Chun'er, how many days are you and your boss staying in B City?"

Xin Chun looked at Owen.

Owen said, "If all goes smoothly, we'll go back in three or four days."

"Do you want to attend?"

Owen's last question was directed at Xin Chun. Xin Chun shook his head. He did not want to go.

Ke Hang said, "Then it'd be best not to let anyone know you're in B City. I can't get out of it since my home is here, but going to a class reunion is such a headache."

University was a small arena of fame and fortune. He and Xin Chun had been rather unlucky. Back in university, their class had been notoriously discordant—pleasant on the surface but at odds underneath. Everyone had their own little schemes; four people could make six group chats.

Of course, not everyone was like that. There were just too many troublemakers.

Xin Chun said, "I know..."

"Xin Chun, Ke Hang?"

Before he could finish, a voice suddenly interrupted him. Xin Chun immediately had a bad feeling. When he turned around, sure enough, they had run into a classmate in the underground garage.

"..."

Even Ke Hang could not help cursing under his breath. What rotten luck—speak of the devil. B City was so huge, yet they had run into someone at the airport of all places.

"Zhao Gang."

Zhao Gang walked over. He looked at Ke Hang first, then said to Xin Chun, "I didn't dare recognize you at first. I only became sure after I saw Ke Hang. But didn't Ke Hang say you didn't have time to come to B City?"

Xin Chun said, "I didn't. My boss and I decided at the last minute to come to B City on business."

"This is my boss."

"Hello." Owen nodded at Zhao Gang.

Owen's mixed-race features, tall and straight build, and refined, distinguished air were indeed intimidating enough. Besides, Xin Chun had not lied.

He had not expected to come to B City on business, much less expected that, in a city as large as B City, he would run into a classmate right after leaving the airport—a classmate who would be attending the reunion.

His bad feeling had come true.

The class reunion would only take one evening for dinner. Your boss can't possibly make you work the whole time. If that doesn't work, you can invite your boss to the reunion too. The more people there are, the livelier it'll be.

Zhao Gang tried his best to persuade him, his attitude warm and enthusiastic.

Xin Chun could not keep refusing, so he said, "If I can make it."

Zhao Gang said, "All right. How about we exchange phone numbers, Xin Chun?"

Only after saving Xin Chun's number did Zhao Gang leave.

Ke Hang said, "Just wait. He'll definitely call you that day."

Xin Chun frowned. "Forget it. We'll talk about it then."

Owen asked, "Do you really not want to attend the class reunion?"

"Well, there's someone else at this reunion. If Xin Chun goes, people will inevitably start egging them on. He hates that the most." Ke Hang spoke for Xin Chun, then seemed to remember something. "Oh, right, Chun'er, do you have a girlfriend?"

Xin Chun said, "No."

"Don't tell me you haven't dated a girlfriend since graduating university? No way. You've never dated all this time—are you really planning to give up worldly desires and become a monk?" Ke Hang looked deeply worried about his good friend's lifelong prospects.

"So many people pursued you in university, and fine, you didn't accept any of them. But you're still single now. Don't go following your precious son's example."

Xin Chun raised Starlight like his son.

"Get lost." Xin Chun rolled his eyes at him.

Owen asked at that moment, "Were there many people in university who liked Xin Chun?"

Ke Hang gave a mischievous grin. "Of course. Xin Chun was pretty popular in university. Both men and women pursued him, and pfft, there were actually more men than women, haha."

"Otherwise, why do you think he doesn't want to attend the reunion? It's because there's—ah!"

Ke Hang clutched his foot and sucked in a breath, saying aggrievedly, "Chun'er, why did you kick me?"

Xin Chun said, "You're the only one with a mouth? Shut it."

Chapter 8

Ke Hang dropped them off at the hotel before leaving.

Xin Chun and Owen unpacked their luggage and rested for a while, then went to the factory that produced the machinery without even eating.

When they returned that evening, Xin Chun contacted Ke Hang, and the three of them had a proper dinner together.

The next day, they went to the factory again and placed an order for machines of a new model. However, while inspecting the machines, a small accident occurred. Owen's finger was cut by the edge of a zip tie. It was not deep; a bandage would be enough.

The staff apologized for the minor mistake, but Owen said it was fine.

The factory had bandages on hand. Xin Chun cleaned Owen's wound in the break room and put one on it. He could not help smiling. "First I got hurt, and now you did too. Luckily, it isn't serious."

"Should I say it too? May you recover soon."

The corner of Owen's lips curled up. "But isn't something still missing?"