Hmph.
Wen Ran pouted. Abstract or not, he could play any persona.
Thinking of Song Xing daring to zip Luo Xiao’s tent, Wen Ran imagined himself later dragging Luo Xiao into that tent… hmph!
Fortunately, the dinner was almost over. Other than his earlier attempt to approach Luo Xiao, Song Xing had almost no interaction.
Wen Ran was usually easygoing, and at first, he’d found Song Xing’s interest in Luo Xiao amusing. So why care now?
Because he realized Song Xing, in both looks and physique, was the same type as him—tall, slim, long legs, fair skin, similar features. But Wen Ran was more striking; Song Xing paled in comparison.
Wen Ran thought: same type, Song Xing isn’t bad-looking, maybe Luo Xiao glanced at him earlier… hmph!
They’d known each other for years, right?
He didn’t know. Not close.
Luo Xiao denied any closeness with Song Xing.
Wen Ran guessed smartly: “He zipped your tent and you avoided him?”
Luo Xiao whispered: “If you see dog crap on the road, don’t you just walk around it?”
Clever answer. Wen Ran couldn’t help but smirk.
Luo Xiao saw his jealous, amused expression and pressed his forehead to Wen Ran’s.
Stop it.
Wen Ran broke, laughing.
After the gathering, everyone stepped out together, chatting and laughing. Some talked about visiting scenic spots, others about shopping. The couple who had asked for Wen Ran’s WeChat walked with him and Luo Xiao, discussing art training.
Hand in hand, Wen Ran said: “Finding a good teacher and studio is crucial. My senior’s studio has major training slots every year and invites skilled teachers to grade students’ work. Even if the top art schools are tough, with focused preparation, other art programs are reachable.”
Luo Xiao, listening, realized Wen Ran’s level was extremely high. Having grown up abroad with his own art lessons, he knew high art scores weren’t like scoring in math. Wen Ran must have extraordinary talent.
They parted ways at the restaurant entrance. Wen Ran and Luo Xiao got into their car. Wen Ran stepped forward to the driver’s seat, and Luo Xiao adjusted the seat. Wen Ran ended up sitting on Luo Xiao’s lap, arms resting on his chest.
“Besides that boy zipping your tent, anything else?” Wen Ran asked.
Still smirking, Luo Xiao confessed: “Nothing much. Just people trying to talk to me, hinting they like me, or confessing. Only one tent-zipping incident, and I wasn’t happy.”
“Why?” Wen Ran teased: “Don’t guys usually like that kind of attention?”
Luo Xiao laughed: “It was hot and tiring; I just wanted to rest. Someone entering my tent was annoying.”
Wen Ran leaned closer: “If I zipped your tent, you’d ask me out too?”
Luo Xiao laughed harder. Jealous? Interesting.
“Exactly.”
Luo Xiao teased: “I’d be resting, I don’t care who it is.”
Wen Ran tapped his chest: “Say that again!”
Luo Xiao, grinning: “Fine, it’s you—I’d let you in, zip the tent back, and pin you down…”
He leaned close, adding suggestively: “And have my way with you in the tent.”
Their lips met immediately.
Wen Ran murmured between kisses: “I remember buying a tent at home. When we get back, you help set it up; I’ll get my revenge inside.”
Luo Xiao chuckled, knowing it was playful talk. But maybe, just maybe, if Wen Ran zipped the tent, he wouldn’t refuse…
They kissed a while longer. Luo Xiao patted Wen Ran’s backside: “Let’s go home and set up your tent.”
On the way back, Luo Xiao remembered Luo Feng. Wen Ran checked his phone, texting Shang Ge: 【Big uncle, still there?】
Shang Ge replied instantly: 【Yes, yes. Wen Wen is livestreaming, he’s assisting.】
Wen Ran blinked, then quickly opened the short video app to search for Lu Wenwen.
Sure enough, Lu Wenwen was livestreaming from Shang Ge’s spacious living room, explaining the sale of bottles while Shang Ge’s voice called out: “Worth it or not!?”
“Worth it!” Wen Ran recognized a few friends’ voices.
Lu Wenwen turned: “Big uncle, worth it or not!?”
In a corner of the livestream, Luo Feng was still sitting by the coffee table, tapping the dolls and responding as he went: “Worth it.”
Lu Wenwen: “Speak louder!”
“Worth it!” Luo Feng raised his voice.
Lu Wenwen turned to the three thousand viewers online: “Everyone! Did you hear that? Our CEO’s eldest son just said—worth it! Seven bottles for 39.9! Buying this is a gain!”
Wen Ran: !!!
He barely had time to notice Luo Xiao driving; he quickly dialed Shang Ge.
Once connected, Wen Ran practically shouted: “That’s the eldest son of Asia’s richest man!!! Are you crazy letting him help with your livestream?!”
Shang Ge: ??
Luo Xiao, driving: ??
“What’s wrong?” Luo Xiao asked.
“Eldest son of… what?”
Shang Ge on the phone: “Down payment? What down payment?”
Wen Ran glanced at Luo Xiao and lowered his voice, speaking quickly: “I didn’t get a chance to tell you, but you can’t let the eldest son help with your livestream, okay?”
Are you that close?
Shang Ge’s tone was odd: “Why not? After you left this afternoon, we chatted well with him. We asked if he wanted to help, he agreed, so we let him.”
Then: “What do you mean ‘down payment’? What down payment?”
Wen Ran: “Not down payment—richest! As in wealthy! Luo Xiao’s family is very rich. His father is Asia’s richest man! The absolute richest!”
“I told you to entertain guests properly, and you let the eldest son of the richest family help? Screenshots could leak, people might think the Luo family is bankrupt, their company stock could drop!”
“Billions evaporating overnight! You’d pay for that, huh? News reports play it exactly like this!”
Shang Ge: “……?”
Luo Xiao: “……?”
Luo Xiao was about to argue, but Shang Ge was already covering his face, screaming into the phone: “Why didn’t you say so earlier!!”
Finally calming down, he said: “Really? Asia’s richest? Are you writing a drama?”
“Would I call if it were fake!?”
Wen Ran raised his voice again: “Quick, tell Wenwen to end the livestream!!”
“The eldest son has reputation and public records. If someone screenshots and manipulates the narrative, the stock could plummet overnight, the Luo family would go bankrupt!”
Luo Xiao: “…………………………”
But it was already too late. Even as Wen Ran called Shang Ge, viewers in Lu Wenwen’s livestream had recognized Luo Feng sitting on the sofa.
Comments scrolled rapidly:
【Wait, isn’t that Luo Feng from Tree Universe Tech?】
【Wasn’t he in that celebrity scandal last time?】
【Their AI recently went viral.】
【Yeah, looks like it really is CEO Luo.】
【CEO Luo in Wenwen’s livestream?】
【This is Wenwen’s house? CEO Luo and Wenwen? OMG! Big news!】
…
In the car, Wen Ran sat in the passenger seat, tense, while Luo Xiao laughed so hard he almost lost grip of the steering wheel.
Stock plummeting overnight, bankruptcy—Wen Ran’s imagination ran wild from too many dramas?
“Don’t worry,” Luo Xiao reassured him, “it’s nothing serious. Won’t affect stock price.”
“Whose livestream was it? That friend Shang or the long-haired girl?”
“Really okay?”
Wen Ran finally relaxed, seeing Lu Wenwen had ended the livestream.
But at Shang Ge’s house, the group had gathered around Luo Feng, still touching up the dolls’ blushes. Their eyes were wide with disbelief:
Eldest? Son? Asia? Richest?
“Brother,” Shang Ge kneeled on the carpet, staring unblinking at Luo Feng, “the encyclopedia says your family has 750 billion, is that true?”
“Maybe,” Luo Feng lifted an eyebrow, unsurprised people knew he was the richest son.
“Brother,” Shang Ge’s invisible tail wagged with excitement. The others mirrored his expression.
“Can we… see your bank balance? Just one look, really.”
Luo Feng calmly set down the doll, pulled out his phone. Shang Ge caught it like receiving an imperial decree. Everyone crowded around, peering at the screen.
Then—they all gasped: digits in the tens, hundreds, thousands, ten-thousands, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions…
Heaven!
The eldest son’s bank balance was over 6 billion!
Everyone looked up at Luo Feng, stunned. After a few seconds, Shang Ge and Lu Wenwen shouted in unison:
“Wen!!! Ran!!!”
You silently married into a wealthy family!
Shang Ge held the phone high, crying out: “Rich—! Wealthy—! Noble—!”
Everyone else chimed: “Never—! Forget—! This—!”
On the other side of the coffee table, Luo Feng: “……………………”
What? Mental hospital?