Lin Shanghuai was someone whose ambition exceeded his vision, and whose vision exceeded his status.
Well, he was from the provincial capital. If not for his father's illness, he would probably never have crossed paths with people like them in his life.
He had come today only out of a "thin face" for his father. Otherwise, no matter how much they invited, this little young master refused to hang out with them.
In the eyes of provincial capital elites, county elites were also real bumpkins!
Just as Chen Ping reached the private room door, the deafening music blasted out, along with thick smoke and the stench of alcohol.
He sighed, steadied the drinks and messy cards in his hands, and was about to step in when he noticed a dark figure leaning against the side of the door.
The figure tilted his chin back, lazily holding a cigarette but not lighting it, not taking a single drag.
Chen Ping thought he didn't have a light, so with a smiling face, he approached, pulling out a match to help him light it.
But the figure turned his head coldly and only said:
"Get the hell away from me."
Chen Ping didn't get angry.
On the contrary, he was stunned—utterly stunned.
By then, the sky had grown dim. The sun hung at the edge of the lowest clouds, about to fall, casting a hazy, yellow light.
The figure by the window revealed only half a jaw, holding a long, thin cigarette. His lips were as red as a persimmon. He seemed to be staring blankly at something downstairs, his eyes empty.
But that face—it was truly beautiful.
Chen Ping had been called a sissy hundreds of times since childhood. He once thought his face was the best among men. But today, seeing this person's face, it was far more beautiful than his—simply like...
Simply like a woman.
The man frowned, his tone full of impatience:
"What? Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me?"
Chen Ping stammered an apology, quickly withdrawing the match he had offered, not daring to chat further.
But that face stayed in his heart.
He pushed open the private room door, immediately putting on a smiling, easygoing expression.
Meanwhile, Qi Sui boarded the last bus. Thinking of Chen Ping's smiling face, she felt deeply uneasy.
But she couldn't find any words to convince him.
Chen Ping was eloquent; even the village head sometimes asked for his advice, let alone her, who was slow-witted.
Once Brother Chen Ping made up his mind, as his father said, not even knives falling from the sky could change it.
But—
Qi Sui took one last look at the magnificent, beautiful building. It felt like a monster that could devour people.
She couldn't rest easy about Brother Chen Ping. She had to persuade him, preferably to find an honest job and not stay in this place.
Qi Sui secretly made up her mind. Once she settled down, she would come back to talk to Brother Chen Ping again. Not making big money was fine; stability was most important. Five hundred was indeed tempting, but every time she thought about it, she felt a chill in her heart.
If money were so easy to earn, why would there be so many farmers in the fields?
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Author's Note: Xiao Lin ah Xiao Lin, I truly pity you~
This story won't involve childbirth, likely won't in future stories either. Of course, other male guests don't want children, while Xiao Lin simply can't have them.