Chen Wei came back quickly, looking delighted. “I have instant noodles too.”
He waved the bag in front of Lu Jingcheng. “The same as yours.”
Lu Jingcheng: …
“The Luxury Supreme Sea-View Suite Set,” Chen Wei added, courting death.
Lu Jingcheng let out a cold, elegant “Heh.”
“When the next break comes, you can just sit there and watch me eat,” Chen Wei said smugly.
Lu Jingcheng: …
Lu Jingcheng stood up and walked toward Ye Qingyang.
Before leaving, he warned Chen Wei, “Do not touch my noodles.”
“You have only soup left,” Chen Wei said speechlessly.
“You are not getting the soup either!”
Chen Wei: … As if he wanted soup. He was not some kind of soup connoisseur.
Lu Jingcheng stopped beside Ye Qingyang’s desk and glanced at the others. “What are you crowding around for? Move.”
The crowd instantly thinned.
Only a few bold girls lingered. One of them even reminded Ye Qingyang, “Remember to prepare mine and deliver it to my seat. I ordered the male god edition.”
The male god in question, Lu Jingcheng: …
Ye Qingyang nodded. Before he could say “All right,” Lu Jingcheng cut in, “On what grounds?”
After speaking, he looked at Ye Qingyang. “You are planning to deliver it to her?”
“There is an extra service fee of fifty cents for delivery. She paid,” Ye Qingyang replied honestly.
Lu Jingcheng took out his wallet, slapped a one-hundred-yuan bill onto the desk. “I am buying two hundred services. Let us see how you find time to serve anyone else.”
Ye Qingyang: …
He truly was extravagantly rich.
So Ye Qingyang handed the ingredients back to the girl. “Sorry, your male god does not approve.”
Then he folded the one hundred yuan and tucked it back into Lu Jingcheng’s pocket. “Brother Lu, you are VIP. Lifetime free. No service fee.”
The girl let out a drawn-out “Oh~~~,” her gaze drifting back and forth between the two of them as she silently hugged her ingredients.
Ye Qingyang took out his phone and refunded her fifty cents.
Fortunately, not many people had purchased the delivery service—only Qi Xuan and Chen Wei.
Speaking of Chen Wei, Ye Qingyang looked up at Lu Jingcheng. “Chen Wei also asked me to deliver his. That is not allowed either?”
“What do you think?”
“All right.”
Ye Qingyang was about to refund Chen Wei and tell him to pick up his noodles and toppings himself.
But before he could type, Lu Jingcheng said, “Refund Chen Wei’s order. Sell it to someone else.”
“Sell it to someone else?” Ye Qingyang was puzzled.
Lu Jingcheng nodded. “You are unwilling?”
“I am afraid he will hit me.”
“As if he would dare.” Lu Jingcheng looked at him. “Do not worry. If he dares bully you, I will beat him to death.”
“May I ask why?”
Lu Jingcheng glanced at the girl nearby. She immediately fled at top speed.
Once everyone had left, he said leisurely, “He wants to make me jealous.”
Ye Qingyang: …
He felt Chen Wei truly did not know his place.
He clearly did not understand his good brother, Young Master Lu.
Was Lu Jingcheng the type who could be made jealous?
Absolutely not.
This was like offending a god or plucking whiskers from a tiger’s mouth.
Courting death.
“I understand. I will cancel his order immediately and block him. He will never be allowed to place another order with me.”
Lu Jingcheng was satisfied. Just as he was about to say something more, the bell rang. With no choice, he decided to continue next break.
He glanced at Ye Qingyang. “Pay attention in class.”
Then he returned to his seat.
When Chen Wei saw him, he reminded him, “What were you talking about for so long? Class has started. Hurry and put your noodles away.”
Lu Jingcheng glanced at him, then deliberately finished the soup in front of him before setting the container by his feet.
“Your noodles are gone,” Lu Jingcheng said cheerfully.
Chen Wei blinked. “What?”
“Exactly what you think.”
Chen Wei: ???
He was still confused when his phone chimed.
Opening WeChat, he saw a message from Ye Qingyang:
“Dear, here is your five yuan fifty cents refund. The livestream will no longer do business with you. Please understand, dear~”
Chen Wei: …
“You told him to do this?” Chen Wei ground his teeth. “Was that really necessary?”
Lu Jingcheng stared at his phone screen. “You two added each other on WeChat?!”
Damn it.
He had not even added Ye Qingyang yet.
How had Ye Qingyang added Chen Wei first?
And probably others too—the ones who bought noodles!
Lu Jingcheng felt like he was about to explode.
Was he not supposed to like him?
Then why was he being so fickle?
Unfaithful!
Adding so many people behind his back—
And not adding him!
Infuriating!
After class, Ye Qingyang handed the last pack of noodles and remaining ingredients to a customer, then stopped by the men’s restroom.
Halfway through, Lu Jingcheng walked in.
Before Ye Qingyang could greet him, he was shot a glare.
Ye Qingyang: ??? What now, Young Master?
Not understanding, he washed his hands and waited outside.
Lu Jingcheng came out shortly after. Seeing him there, his expression softened slightly.
“What are you doing here?” he asked knowingly.
“Waiting for you,” Ye Qingyang smiled. “You seemed unhappy.”
Lu Jingcheng snorted. “Come here.”
Without another word, Ye Qingyang followed him to the railing in the corridor.
“What was wrong with you today? Why did you not come to class this morning?”
“I overslept,” Ye Qingyang admitted. “I told the teacher my aunt was sick. In truth, I overslept.”
“Your aunt?” Lu Jingcheng did not understand.
“When my parents passed away, I was thirteen. My aunt is my legal guardian.”
Lu Jingcheng nodded, then quickly reacted. “Then if you have no money, does your aunt not give you allowance?”
“She is my aunt, not my mother,” Ye Qingyang said lightly. “How good do you think she is to me?”
Lu Jingcheng frowned. “Aunts are usually very good to their nephews, are they not?”
He thought of his own aunt. “In my family, my aunt treats all the younger generation very well.”
Ye Qingyang smiled faintly, thinking how fortunate Lu Jingcheng truly was.
Seeing him smile without replying, Lu Jingcheng did not press further.
He had only been puzzled at first. He was not foolish. Just as not every family was as wealthy as his, not every relative was kind.
“So that is why you are selling instant noodles?” Lu Jingcheng asked.
Ye Qingyang nodded. “I have to thank you. If you had not eaten it, they would not have been so enthusiastic about buying.”
“And you still have the nerve to say that!” Lu Jingcheng grew angry again. “You treated me like a prop! A model! And a free one at that!”
“Of course not.” Ye Qingyang soothed him. “I was worried you were hungry. And the bowl I made for you had far more toppings than the others. I advertised them as the same, but yours had much more.”
Lu Jingcheng gave a small huff.
“I was forced by circumstances,” Ye Qingyang continued with a smile. “Look, I cannot even afford the cup noodles. I can only sell the bagged kind.”
“Did I not give you money?”
“That was for emergencies. I have not touched it. Today’s noodles were taken from home—zero cost. I made a net profit of forty yuan, just enough to repay the twenty I owed you from yesterday.”
As he spoke, he took out his phone. “Brother Lu, let us add each other on WeChat. I will transfer the money.”
“Do you think I care about twenty yuan?” Lu Jingcheng said irritably. “If I said I was treating you, I was treating you. Why are you so troublesome?”
Then—
He eyed the phone in Ye Qingyang’s hand. “You added Chen Wei on WeChat?”
Ye Qingyang asked cautiously, “Am I not allowed to?”
“Do you think it is appropriate?”
Ye Qingyang: …
He thought it was quite appropriate.
“Is it not?”
Lu Jingcheng snapped, “What do you think!”
Apparently it was highly inappropriate.
“I will delete him right now.”
Lu Jingcheng was satisfied.
Exactly. If he had not even added Ye Qingyang yet, how could Chen Wei have done so?
Unacceptable.
After deleting Chen Wei, Ye Qingyang asked curiously, “I do not need to delete the others, right? They are my customers.”
He looked pitiful on purpose.
Seeing that, and remembering how difficult Ye Qingyang’s life was, Lu Jingcheng reluctantly nodded. “Only for transactions.”
“Do not worry. Our chat history will consist entirely of red envelope transfers. Nothing else.”
That was more like it.
Lu Jingcheng took out his phone. “All right. Add me.”
Ye Qingyang leaned over and scanned his QR code.
His phone was old and lagged badly. It took quite a while before Lu Jingcheng’s profile appeared.
Looking at it, Lu Jingcheng could not help saying, “Your phone is ridiculously slow.”
“They all become like this after long use.”
“My old phone is more responsive than that thing,” Lu Jingcheng complained.
Then, as if struck by an idea, he looked at him. “I will look for it when I get home. I will give you my old phone.”
“What?” Ye Qingyang was stunned.
Seeing that they had successfully added each other, Lu Jingcheng slipped his phone into his pocket. “It is settled. I will bring it tomorrow.”
How was that settled?
“I think my phone still works,” Ye Qingyang said, glancing at it. It lagged, but it functioned.
In fact, this phone had been discarded by Wang Fan after he bought a new one.
Otherwise, Ye Hong would never have bought one for the original owner.
If the homeroom teacher had not required every student to join the class group chat, and Ye Hong had not feared being called in for a talk, she likely would not even have handed down this old phone.
She had originally intended to sell it.
Lu Jingcheng did not bother arguing. “If I say it cannot be used, then it cannot be used. You used me as a prop and I did not complain. Now I am giving you a phone and you have objections? Objection overruled.”
Ye Qingyang: … As expected of a future domineering chief executive. The signs were already showing.
“Thank you, Young Master,” he said gratefully. “You are truly kind.”
Lu Jingcheng felt he had treated him rather well too, so he gave a small “Mm” and strode back toward the classroom.
Watching him walk off like a proud white peacock, Ye Qingyang could not help thinking how adorably tsundere he was.