"Ah... ah... ah... it hurts so much..."
Late at night on Jianshe North Road, the Bentley GT sped forward. When Yang Wuluo's stomach hurt, it was truly unbearable. Curled up in the passenger seat, she kept moaning in pain.
The owner of the BYD in the next lane cast a shocked glance.
Both cars had a "B" logo.
But the Bentley? Now that's how you live.
Lin Can quickly rolled up the window.
"Try to hold it in, stop moaning. People will think I have a remote control or something."
"It really hurts, wuwuwu..."
"I know an anatomy doctor. Let me call him first."
"I don't need an anatomy! Wuwuwu..."
Yang Wuluo felt like Lin Can was messing with her.
"Hey, I'm not messing with you. Going to the emergency room now means waiting in line. I'll call to pull some strings."
If you have connections, you might as well use them—nothing wrong with that.
But if you don't have connections and see others using theirs to skip the line, Lin Can would be the first to complain.
That's just how people are.
Back when Lin Can used to take photos for others, his skills were good, and he was smooth-talking, so he got to know many elites from various industries.
Beep beep beep—
"Hello, Dr. Gao, are you asleep?"
"Xiao Lin? I was just about to sleep. What's up?"
"It's like this... my, uh... girlfriend is sick."
Girlfriend?
Yang Wuluo, who had been crying and moaning in pain, suddenly paused. Huh? The pain temporarily eased.
How magical.
This was spiritual healing.
...
Lin Can explained the symptoms.
"My colleague Dr. Liao is on duty. Hurry up—she's about to get off work. I'll call her to brief her. Go straight to the gastroenterology department and ask for Dr. Liao to examine your girlfriend."
"Uh... Dr. Gao, will the examination require undressing?"
"Depends. Probably."
"Is Dr. Liao male or female?"
"Hahaha... you rascal. Don't worry, Dr. Liao is female."
"That's good. Thanks, Dr. Gao. I'll treat you to a meal later."
"Sure, sure. Go ahead."
After hanging up, Yang Wuluo tugged at Lin Can's sleeve.
"Lin Can, why did you say I'm your girlfriend? I'm clearly not."
Her tone wasn't annoyed—just a hint of resentment. Even though he already had a girlfriend, she still couldn't let go.
"Oh, I said 'girlfriend' so they'd be more willing to help. Don't overthink it."
"Ah... it hurts, it hurts..."
Hearing this, Yang Wuluo's stomach pain flared up again.
The psychological healing had backfired.
"You're this scared of pain? What am I supposed to do with you later?"
"Can you stop joking? Wuwuwu... ahhh, it hurts..."
From her current state, Lin Could roughly imagine what 'that time' would look like.
...
People's Hospital.
A Bentley wasn't a common sight in the small county of Yang'an. As they arrived at the hospital, passersby couldn't help but glance over. Some had seen this Bentley around Yang'an frequently lately.
Envy? Not really. At several million, it was beyond the scope of ordinary envy.
Did envy have levels?
It really did.
At first, Lin Can wasn't used to people staring when he drove, especially when he overheard whispers like, "Which rich family's kid is this from Yang'an?"
But over time, he got used to it and stopped caring.
Lin Can got out and opened the passenger door. Yang Wuluo was already slumped in her seat from the pain.
Anyone who's carried someone knows it's easy when both parties contribute some effort.
But if the other person is limp—like when drunk or in extreme pain—and you have to do all the work, it feels much heavier.
"Like this."
"How am I supposed to carry you like this~"
Yang Wuluo was already in agony, and Lin Can was still dawdling. She was on the verge of tears.
"Like this."
Lin Can lifted her from the front, hands under her buttocks, and carried her toward the outpatient building. Yang Wuluo clung to him like a koala, her long, fair legs swaying with each step.
As always: You can always trust Lin Can's taste.
Both were 170 cm tall, but Qiao Meina's sexiness made Lin Can's heart race.
Yang Wuluo wasn't sexy at all—just a pure, cute face that made you want to protect her.
Right now, she was cute, and her figure wasn't particularly sexy. But that didn't matter—she hadn't fully matured yet. Give her a few years, and this pure, cute girl would blossom into a stunning woman.
No rush.
The fun was in the slow cultivation.
That was the real joy.
Lin Can's hobbies were getting weirder by the day.
Well, when you're rich, life gets empty. You need all sorts of bizarre hobbies to fill the void.
...
Outside the outpatient building.
Another young couple walked toward the entrance, the boyfriend supporting his sick girlfriend.
"It really hurts."
"We're almost at the ER. Just hang in there."
"All you ever say is 'hang in there.' How am I supposed to hang in there?"
The girl winced in pain and glanced over at the Bentley, where a tall, handsome guy was carrying his girlfriend and sprinting toward the entrance.
"It really hurts."
"If it hurts, bite my shoulder."
With that, he dashed into the outpatient building, breezing past the ER and heading straight for the stairs without waiting for the elevator.
People's joys and sorrows are not the same.
The girl saw the same words but delivered differently—and the effect was worlds apart.
Her boyfriend told her to "hang in there." So blunt.
The other guy said "bite my shoulder." So warm. Or... so player.
Hah. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. The more she thought, the more her boyfriend seemed useless.
"Watch your step. There's a ledge."
"What's the point of you? That guy knew to carry his girlfriend to the doctor. And you? I told you I was in pain, and you just slowly helped me along, saying 'watch your step' and 'hang in there.' So boring."
"You were the one who said I've been delivering takeout all day and didn't need to carry you."
"I said 'don't carry me,' and you listened? Last night I told you not to sleep next to me—why didn't you listen then?"
"Wait, since when are you so unreasonable?"
"I'm unreasonable? That guy drives a Bentley. The second they got to the hospital, he carried his girlfriend and ran, afraid she'd suffer even a second longer. And you? Riding a broken scooter, slowly helping me to the ER, refusing to carry me. I see now—you really don't love me."
"Fine, I'm sorry, okay? Don't be mad. Let's just go see the doctor."
The girl shook her head in frustration.
She watched as the Bentley guy carried his girlfriend upstairs to see a specialist while her boyfriend slowly guided her to the ER to wait.
The difference was stark.
Complaining about unfairness—why wasn't the hospital equal for everyone?
But nothing in this world was truly equal.
Equality was just a rule for ordinary people.
The girl was sick of this mundane life with no future.
Once she recovered, she'd break up. With her looks, she could find a rich man to love her. Then she wouldn't have to scrimp and save every day, living such a tiring life.
...
Yang Wuluo hadn't entered society yet—she was just a high school graduate, unaware of life's harshness. Right now, she was just being carried by Lin Can, envied by others.
She wasn't thinking about any of this. She was just in pain and wanted Lin Can to hurry.
[Gastroenterology Department]
Knock knock knock—
"Huff huff... Is Dr. Liao here?"
"Yes."
"I'm Lin Can, a friend of Dr. Gao's."
"You're late. I was supposed to get off work long ago. Any later and I'd have left. Bring her in."
Dr. Liao was a middle-aged woman with little warmth in her tone.
She was only doing this as a favor to Dr. Gao. Besides, it was past her shift, and she'd already waited a while—naturally, she wasn't thrilled.
Doctors tended to be cold. Lin Can didn't mind. The fact that she'd waited was already a kindness.
Lin Can carried Yang Wuluo behind the curtain and laid her on the bed.
Dr. Liao adjusted the equipment and asked, "Is this your boyfriend?"
Yang Wuluo glanced at Lin Can, hesitated, then blushed and nodded. "Mhm." Since Lin Can had introduced her as his girlfriend, she might as well play along.
Lin Can: "Dr. Liao, should I step out?"
Dr. Liao shot him a look. "If you needed to step out, would I have to tell you? Since you're still here, just stay. She's your girlfriend anyway."
Lin Can: "Alright then~"
Lin Can, the subtle tease.
Always pretending to be "reluctantly" obliging.
Dr. Liao picked up the examination device. "Lift your clothes. Expose your stomach so I can examine you."
"Me..." Yang Wuluo clutched her pajamas. Hers were the long kind that reached her knees. If they were short, she could've just lifted them to expose her stomach. But these were long.
She glanced at Lin Can, about to say, "Lin Can, maybe you should step out." But before she could speak, Lin Can patted her hand reassuringly. "Listen to the doctor. Show your stomach."
Pfft—
...
Dr. Liao: "Hurry up. I want to go home."
"Sigh... Fine."
Yang Wuluo lay on the bed, squirming awkwardly as she slowly lifted her pajamas.
Lin Can stood beside her, openly admiring the view.
Her thighs were gradually revealed, followed by tight shorts.
The poor admire the surface; the rich appreciate the depths.
Clearly, Lin Can belonged to the latter.
He was just getting an early look at the layout.
Next came her slender waist and belly, until the fabric stopped just below her chest.
Now fully on display for Lin Can.
Yang Wuluo shyly peeked at him—he was staring. No, admiring her body.
Being watched so intently made her uncomfortable. Her legs rubbed together slightly.
Eek—
Yang Wuluo immediately stopped.
Because the moment she moved, Lin Can's Adam's apple bobbed.
Hah...
How could Yang Wuluo not know what he was thinking?
This was so embarrassing.
...
Dr. Liao ran the device over Yang Wuluo's stomach, studying the monitor.
"Nothing serious. Just acute gastritis—common from irregular meals or eating something unclean. Be more careful in the future."
Yang Wuluo exhaled in relief. "That scared me. I thought I had cancer."
Dr. Liao didn't react. Cancer was too common these days.
"Watch your diet. Avoid street food—it's unsanitary. Especially you young people—this is so common nowadays. I'll prescribe some anti-inflammatory meds. Stay overnight for observation. We'll check again tomorrow. If all's well, you can leave."
"Thank you, doctor."
After that, Dr. Liao processed the admission forms and left.
No extra warmth—just doing Dr. Gao a small favor.
...
[Hospital Room]
The nurse hooked Yang Wuluo up to an IV.
"Still hurting?"
"Much better. Thank you, Lin Can."
"So formal?"
"We are just classmates." She puffed her cheeks.
Lin Can chuckled. "I'll go move the car. I parked haphazardly earlier when I rushed you here."
"Okay."
Lying in bed, Yang Wuluo thought it was nice having Lin Can take care of her. She'd grown used to him being there whenever she needed help.
Habit was a scary thing—it bred dependency.
If he ever stopped, she'd feel lost.
Sigh...
Thinking about Lin Can having a girlfriend made her heart ache. But what could she do? She had to suppress her crush.
...
Downstairs, Lin Can spotted Dr. Liao walking alone toward the exit.
"Dr. Liao, need a ride?"
"No, I'll take a cab."
"It's no trouble. You stayed late because of my girlfriend. Least I can do is drive you. Wait a sec."
Lin Can jogged toward the parking lot.
"..."
Dr. Liao had seen too many "helpful" family members. She wasn't impressed. She strode straight to the curb to hail a taxi.
Just then, the parking gate lifted, and a sapphire-blue Bentley rolled out, honking twice. Dr. Liao instinctively stepped aside.
But the Bentley didn't drive off—it stopped beside her, and the passenger window lowered.
"Dr. Liao. Dr. Liao."
Me?
Dr. Liao bent slightly to peer inside.
Oh?
It was that girl's boyfriend.
"You own this?"
A Bentley?
"Yeah. Hop in. I'll drive you."
So this is why Dr. Gao called me so late—for a rich kid.
"Alright."
Dr. Liao finally cracked a smile and got in.
The burgundy leather interior exuded luxury.
"You have good taste. How much was this?"
"Not too bad. Under 7 million."
7 million?!
Dr. Liao's eyes widened.
This wasn't just some rich kid—this was one of Yang'an's top-tier heirs.
Lin Can's status instantly rose in her eyes.
In modern society, money measured a person's standing.
It also dictated how much respect and courtesy they received.
Dr. Liao suddenly became very polite and accommodating.
"Thank you, Dr. Liao. Without you, I wouldn't have known what to do."
"Don't mention it. Oh, I'm off tomorrow, but I'll ask Dr. Li to check on your girlfriend. Young girls—health comes first. Don't worry."
Dr. Liao was now proactively offering help.
Such was reality.
She was eager to assist the wealthy.
"Really appreciate it."
"No need for thanks. You're Dr. Gao's friend—we're all friends here."
"True. Dr. Liao, let me add your WeChat."
"Sure."
Being friends with the wealthy was never a bad thing.
And Lin Can could use more doctor contacts—just in case.
Dr. Liao suddenly remembered something and made a call. "Xiao Wang, take extra care of the patient in Bed 62. She's a friend."
As the department head, she had full authority over this floor.
"Thanks again."
"Don't mention it. Bringing your girlfriend here in the middle of the night—you clearly adore her. I'm touched."
This wasn't flattery. She genuinely meant it.
Sure, boyfriends brought girlfriends to the hospital every day. But those cases didn't move her.
Lin Can's did.
The rich were held to different standards.
The same act, performed by different people, yielded different reactions.
An ordinary guy bringing his girlfriend? Expected.
A rich heir doing the same? True love. Because wealthy playboys were supposed to be heartless. If one actually cared enough to come, it must be real.
Wealth seeks emotion; poverty seeks money.
"Mhm. I love my girlfriend very much."
Lin Can nodded solemnly.
Beep beep beep—
The car's Bluetooth connected as a call came in.
[Chu Qingning]
Dr. Liao pretended to check her phone.
Lin Can didn't answer privately—he let it play through the speakers.
"Hey, Can Can, what are you up to?"
"Driving. Why?"
"Nothing. Just missed you. Called to say hi. Mwah~"
A girl?!
Mwah?!
Dr. Liao stiffened.
Lin Can kept chatting casually before hanging up.
Unable to resist, Dr. Liao asked, "Who was that?"
"My girlfriend."
"Girlfriend? Two? Uh... sorry."
She caught herself, smiling awkwardly. But she understood—rich heirs often had multiple girlfriends.
Figures. Super-rich heirs flaunt their relationships like it's nothing.
No need to hide or lie. They could openly have many women without repercussions.
Next one, even better.
Take certain famous heirs, for example.
Meanwhile, ordinary guys who cheated had to hide it, terrified of being exposed and labeled "scum," losing everything.
Because...
For ordinary guys, a breakup meant walking away with nothing but regrets.
For rich heirs, a breakup still left the girl with plenty—no hard feelings.
So girls tended to forgive wealthy playboys, remembering them fondly.
...
Lin Can dropped Dr. Liao at her apartment gate.
"Head back. Take care of your current girlfriend. And give my regards to your other girlfriend."
"Will do. I'll pass it along."
Driving off, Lin Can smirked. Dr. Liao was amusing.
What was she imagining?
I only have one girlfriend.
...
Beep beep beep beep—
Yang Wuluo's call.
"Lin Can, are you back yet?"
"What's wrong?"
"The old man in the next bed just left."
"Left? Where?"
"Died. Come back. I'm scared."
"On my way."
...
Ten minutes later, Lin Can returned with fruit.
Sure enough, the neighboring bed was empty.
"Why'd you take so long?"
"Was driving Dr. Liao home. You seem better?"
"Much better."
"Well, since you're fine, I'll head home. Rest up."
Lin Can set the fruit on the table and turned to leave.
Grr—
Yang Wuluo's stomachache nearly flared up from frustration.
"Stop." She grabbed his sleeve.
"What?" He half-turned.
"Can you... stay? I'm scared alone."
"Not a good idea. My girlfriend would get jealous."
"..."
Yang Wuluo was at a loss for words.
"Classmates should help each other. Stay, okay? You can sleep on the cot. I'm really scared. I saw that old man convulse twice, then... gone."
Her pleading eyes begged him to stay the night.
Lin Can approached and leaned over her.
After a pause, he said, "Call me hubby, and I'll stay."
Yang Wuluo wanted to hit him but lacked the strength.
"You're terrible. Teasing is one thing, but making me call you that? How am I supposed to marry someone later?"
"Then I'm leaving. That bed just lost an old man, after all."
Ahhh!
So mad!
First, he touched her this morning.
Now, he wanted her to call him hubby.
So shameless.
But she was terrified.
"Come closer. Closer. Bend down a bit."
Lin Can loved this kind of moment.
Yang Wuluo leaned in, biting her lip before whispering shyly, "Hubby~"
"Say it again."
"Hubby hubby hubby hubby. Happy now? You got what you wanted?"
"Very happy."
"Have you made anyone else call you that?"
"Of course not. You're the only one."
Even happier.
Ah, the simple joys of male validation.
"Then say you'll stay?"
Still playing?
Sigh...
Yang Wuluo tugged his sleeve. "Hubby, will you stay with me tonight?"
"Gladly."
"..."
Yang Wuluo wanted to cry.
He was toying with her.
On one hand, he knew how to cherish her—when she was sick, he was the first to panic.
On the other, he loved taking advantage of her vulnerability.
Infuriating yet endearing.
Damn it!
In the next bed over, another patient groaned inwardly. I came to the hospital to escape my problems, and now I'm getting force-fed dog food? Maybe I should just pull out my IV. This illness isn't worth treating!
...
Meanwhile, in Yun Chuan, a row of townhouses.
"Got it. Thanks, Xiao Xiao. I'll check with Wuluo first."
Zhou Hao had been depressed lately.
Ever since Yang Wuluo brought Lin Can to meet their classmates, watched the dance performance, and left in his Bentley, Zhou Hao had been crushed.
It felt like his youth was over.
To be fair, Zhou Hao wasn't a bad guy. Everyone had the right to like someone, and he'd had a crush on Yang Wuluo since middle school.
Back then, she'd been a chubby girl.
Clearly, his feelings were genuine.
But then she slimmed down into a beauty, and Lin Can swooped in?
What kind of nonsense was that?
If she'd still been chubby, Lin Can probably wouldn't have glanced her way.
Now that she was pretty, he just took her away?
Ridiculous.
You don't even like her—you just want her body.
Earlier, Zhou Xiao Xiao had called to say, "Yang Wuluo seems heartbroken. Lin Can hasn't contacted her."
Typical rich playboy—always chasing the next shiny thing. Hah!
My chance is here?
Zhou Hao dialed Yang Wuluo's number.
...
Beep beep beep—
[Hospital Room]
Yang Wuluo had fallen asleep in Lin Can's arms.
The ringing phone woke Lin Can, who groped for it without looking and held it to his ear.
"Hello? Who's this?"
Huh?
Zhou Hao froze. He double-checked the number—it was Yang Wuluo's. How was a man answering?
Her dad?
"Uncle, hello."
"What uncle? I'm not your uncle."
"Then you are...?"
"Lin Can."
"Lin Can?!"
"Who's this?"
"Zhou Hao."
"Oh... Zhou Hao. Good evening."
"..."
"What's up?"
"Where's Wuluo?"
"Hold on."
Zhou Hao gripped the phone, hearing muffled voices from the other end—
"Wuluo, wake up. Your classmate's calling. Probably urgent. Wake up. Hey, stop clinging to me. Answer the phone."
"No. I'm in pain. I want to sleep."
Heart. Shattered.
They... were sleeping together.
And Wuluo said she was in pain????
CRASH—
The sound of his heart breaking.
This was his white moonlight!
"Sorry, Zhou Hao. Wuluo's asleep. She's in pain."
Each word was a dagger.
Sigh... In the end, she'd been claimed by Lin Can, the super-rich heir.
Zhou Hao's heart turned to ash.
"Rest well. Wishing you happiness."
He hung up.
This was pure, youthful affection. Lin Can didn't mind—he'd never seen Zhou Hao as a rival.
Because a rival had to pose a threat.
From the start, Zhou Hao hadn't been a threat at all.
Besides, beauties always had suitors—not just Yang Wuluo. Even the four sisters in Shanghai had admirers galore.
A man needed confidence.
...
Beep beep beep beep—
The phone rang endlessly before Zhou Hao picked up.
"Hey, Xiao Xiao."
"How'd it go? What did Wuluo say?"
"I got through, but she didn't answer."
"Got through but didn't answer? What does that mean?"
"Lin Can answered. They were sleeping. So I hung up."
"Holy—! They're already sleeping together?!"
"Sigh..."
"Uh... well, forget about Wuluo then. No matter how hard you try, Lin Can just needs to snap his fingers, and it's worth a thousand of your efforts. Wuluo falls for that."
"I get it now."
The gap between a minor rich kid like Zhou Hao and a super-rich heir like Lin Can was insurmountable.
As an old classmate, Zhou Xiao Xiao had tried to play matchmaker. But at this point, it was clear fate wasn't on Zhou Hao's side. She could only advise him to move on.
After hanging up, Zhou Xiao Xiao was buzzing. Yang Wuluo and Lin Can slept together?!
Zhou Xiao Xiao had outperformed Yang Wuluo on the college entrance exam, getting into Ning University—the same as Lin Can.
Everyone knew Yang Wuluo had underperformed due to a high fever, landing at Ninghai Normal University. But it showed her academic strength—most would've flunked entirely under such conditions.
A true scholar.
Retake the exam?
Yang Wuluo had never considered it.
She was too scared.
What if she got another fever? Her life would be ruined.
...
Early Morning
When Yang Wuluo woke, Lin Can was sitting by the bed, playing on his phone.
"Awake?"
"Mhm."
"Breakfast is here. Got you congee."
Eek—
As she sat up, Yang Wuluo felt her bra strap loosen.
She smacked Lin Can's arm.
"Why hit me?"
"You know what you did last night."
Lin Can grinned. "Eat up."
...
9:00 AM
Dr. Gao visited, chatted with Lin Can, then left.
"By the way, a friend of mine wants family portraits taken. Last time you said you weren't doing photos anymore, but..."
"For anyone else, no. But for your friend, absolutely!"
"Hahaha!"
A way to repay the favor.
"Here's their number. Call when you're free—just say I referred you."
"Got it."
Lin Can checked the contact.
[Wang Canglin]
"Wait... this name sounds familiar. The provincial billionaire?"
"Yep. He studied medicine with me before switching to business. Good to network with the wealthy."
"Understood. I'm heading to Yun Chuan tomorrow. I'll reach out after settling in."
"Great. Take care."
"Let me walk you out."
After seeing Dr. Gao off, Lin Can returned and peeled a banana for Yang Wuluo.
"Lin Can, you're leaving for Yun Chuan? School doesn't start for a few more days."
"Want me to stay with you?"
"As if."
She took a big bite.
"I'm going early to buy a villa."
"...Wow. Just casually buying villas. What for?"
"For p—"
Chomp!
Before he could finish, Yang Wuluo shoved the banana into his mouth.
Beep beep beep—
Her phone rang. "Mom, I'm not home. I'm at the hospital."
"Hospital?"
"Last night, I had acute gastritis. Lin Can brought me. It's nothing serious. I can go home after the IV."
Her parents knew Lin Can—they'd met him at school, since he and Yang Wuluo were top students.
"Your dad and I are on our way."
"Bring my insurance card."
"Got it."
...
30 Minutes Later
Yang's parents arrived.
Her dad shook Lin Can's hand. "Thank you for taking care of our daughter overnight."
Lin Can: "No need for thanks. Just doing my duty. I slept on the cot all night."
Yang Wuluo: "..."
How can you say that with a straight face?
Where's your shame?
After the IV finished, Yang's mom settled the bill—Lin Can didn't refuse.
Yang's Mom: "All set. Let's go. Wuluo, where are your shoes?"
Yang Wuluo: "In Lin Can's car."
Yang's Mom: "Then how'd you get to the hospital?"
Yang Wuluo pointed at Lin Can: "He carried me."
Yang's Mom poked her forehead: "You're hopeless."
Lin Can: "Uncle, want to carry her down?"
Yang's Dad: "No, no. She's grown—fathers shouldn't carry daughters."
Lin Can: "Then I'll do it."
Pfft—
Yang's Dad: "..."
Yang's Mom: ???Are these two dating?
"Come on, Wuluo. I'll carry you."
"Okay."
Once again, Lin Can carried her koala-style.
Right in front of her dad.
Yang Wuluo buried her face in his neck, too embarrassed to look at her parents.
"Lin Can... how can you carry me like this in front of them?"
Lin Can: "What's wrong with it? We're classmates. Hush."
Pat pat pat—
He gave her butt three light taps.
...
Downstairs.
Yang's Dad: "You can put her down now. She can walk."
Lin Can: "It's fine. I don't mind."
Beep!
He clicked the key fob, and the Bentley flashed nearby.
Parents: ???
Their eyes asked: His car?
Yang Wuluo peeked from Lin Can's arms and nodded: Yes.
Lin Can: "Let's go."
"Okay."
They got in and drove off.
Yang Wuluo sat shotgun while her parents took the back—their first time in a Bentley.
Yang's Dad: "Nice ride! Never knew your family was well-off."
Lin Can: "Never mentioned it."
Yang Wuluo: "Lin Can's low-key."
Yang's Dad: "Good trait. Join us for lunch? To thank you for bringing Wuluo to the hospital."
Lin Can: "Can't today. Need to pack—heading to Yun Chuan tomorrow. Plenty of chances later."
Yang Wuluo: ???
Plenty of chances?
What does that mean?
Yang's Dad: "School doesn't start for days. Why so early?"
Lin Can: "Buying a place."
"What kind?"
"A villa. Oh, Uncle, you work at the Housing Bureau, right? Any recommendations for good villas in Yun Chuan?"
"Best development right now... let me think... Yunxi Lake!"
"Oh... that one. Heard of it. 20,000 per square meter, right? Estate villas with a golf course?"
"You play golf?"
"Not really. But having one means nice views."
"Classy."
Though golf courses were controversial for taking up land, their presence still added prestige.
"Each villa is standalone, starting around 10 million."
"That's manageable. I'll check it out tomorrow. If it fits, I'll buy one."
Such casual talk of 10 million?!
Yang Wuluo's parents were stunned.
Yang Wuluo kept her head down, knowing she'd be interrogated later.
At their neighborhood gate, they got out. Yang's mom bought slippers for Yang Wuluo.
"Lin Can, I'm heading back."
Lin Can stepped closer. "Last night, you begged me to stay. Now I'm leaving—nothing to say?"
"..."
Yang Wuluo knew he wanted another verbal victory.
But he had taken care of her all night (and slept with her).
Fine. One more time.
She tiptoed and whispered in his ear: "Hubby, bye-bye~"
Lin Can's heart soared.
"See you."
"Drive safe."
"Will do."
They watched the Bentley leave before heading inside.
"Wuluo, what did you whisper to Lin Can?"
"Nothing."
"Really? Then why was he so happy?"
"..."
Of course he's happy.
He got to tease me all night.
Made me call him hubby nonstop.
So embarrassing.
...
Lin Can returned to Sunshine Village, packed his belongings, then went to find Chao Ge.
"Chao Ge! Chao Ge!"
He yelled while entering the yard.
No answer—just muffled cries from inside.
He kicked the door open.
"Sis—Holy—!"
In the living room, Chao Ge and his wife were indecent on the couch, scrambling to dress.
Zhang Chao was exasperated. "Can, can you not barge in every time we're about to do it? Want to join?"
"Zhang Chao, you pig! Offering your wife to your brother? Die—"
Sis-in-law yanked up her pants and started whacking him.
Lin Can rubbed his temples. "You didn't lock the door. I called out multiple times, then heard screams—thought something happened. My bad. Just wanted to say I'm leaving for Yun Chuan early. You'll have peace now."
"Really?!"
After waiting forever, Lin Can was finally going to college.
Chao Ge was moved to tears.
"Can, I'll cook you a feast tonight! A send-off!"
"My treat. Let's eat out."
"Out? Waste of money. Home-cooked is better. I'll buy fish. Wait here."
Chao Ge hopped on his motorcycle and sped off.
Sigh...
That eager to see me go?
No reluctance at all?
Liu Qin glared at Lin Can. "You... unbelievable. Luckily, your brother's fast. Otherwise, you'd have seen everything."
"Fast?"
Thump thump thump—
She rapped his head.
"None of your business. Go pick a watermelon from the field and chill it. I'll start cooking."
"Got it."
...
That night, they dined in the yard beside the baby crib.
The topic turned to future plans.
Chao Ge: "Not counting on拆迁 (demolition compensation) anymore. Need to earn money."
Lin Can glanced at his nephew. "Any ideas?"
Liu Qin served Lin Can a dish. "Yang'an's too small. Your brother's flooring business isn't steady. I'm thinking of finding opportunities in Yun Chuan—big cities have more options."
Lin Can: "Makes sense."
Chao Ge: "Want to save up for a place in Yun Chuan—better life for them. Good schools later."
Lin Can pondered. "Alright. Once you've figured it out, I'll help however I can."
Chao Ge: "What can a college kid do? Just study hard—do better than me."
Once, Zhang Chao thought he was hot stuff.
Now, he'd bowed to reality.
Lin Can didn't reveal his wealth—too hard to explain.
He'd cross that bridge later.
...
Next Morning
Chao Ge had already left for work. Lin Can handed the keys to Liu Qin.
"Keep an eye on my place."
"Will do. Safe travels."
"Bye."
Lin Can drove the "boss's Bentley" to Yun Chuan ahead of schedule.
With school approaching, the city was bustling with students hauling luggage.
Especially near the university district—girls in black stockings everywhere.
College life... lively!
The scene was mirrored nationwide, including at Shanghai Conservatory of Music.
The streets around campus were packed with attractive students—expected for a music school.
Luxury cars lined the roads.
Some driven by students, some dropping off girlfriends, some by "godfathers."
A band played live on the sidewalk.
The campus hummed with melodies.
A true sanctuary of music.
The atmosphere was electric.
...
"Yesss! The Dragon King has returned!!!"
Ayi Re leaped off the bus, thrilled to be back.
"Qiao Meina, why so stiff? Bow to your Dragon King!"
Qiao Meina played along, fist to palm. "All hail the Dragon King's return! Your daughter has lived in a doghouse for ten years!"
"Scram! Good dogs don't block the path." Miao Youxi hip-checked Ayi Re aside.
"Bold! You dare strike the Dragon King?"
"Dragon King?"
"Pfft—HAHAHA!"
"You perv! I'll kill you!"
Chu Qingning pushed the luggage cart. "Enough! Want your bags or not? Else I'm trashing them."
"We do!"
Each grabbed their suitcases, laughing and greeting classmates as they strolled onto campus.
Sunshine, music, youth.
Two months of summer had ripened the four sisters further—like peaches nearing perfect sweetness.
"I wonder when Can Can will visit me in Shanghai."
"Visit for what? To play with you?"
"Hey! Miao Youxi, get back here—"