Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 447 The Umbrella on a Rainy Night (5K)

Zeng Wenjie had a good relationship with the three big shots of Fengyuan: Uncle Qin, Uncle Dong, and Principal Gao. Fortunately, Teacher Bai was not among them.

So, having a late-night snack with Mu Qingyang and then taking her back would be a convenient arrangement for the two old men, even if the dormitory was closed.

Zeng Mi did not go straight back, but lingered in the shadows outside the startup base.

Seeing Zeng Wenjie leading Mu Qingyang out, she couldn't help but sigh softly, her brows furrowing with even more sorrow.

Mu Qingyang's beauty and temperament amazed her; she even felt that Mu Qingyang surpassed herself and Ye Yixuan in their younger days.

No wonder, only a girl like this is worthy of Zeng Wenjie's affection and his willingness to make sacrifices for her.

Zeng Mi felt a mix of envy, regret, and a touch of jealousy.

She was stunned. If she had had the courage to fight against fate back then, what would things be like now?
She doesn't complain about her current situation, because she is quite satisfied and relaxed with her life now, and has even found some value in it.

She was simply curious and eager to know what that kind of life, which never existed but might have, would be like.

If parallel universes truly exist, then how would the other version of yourself make choices?

Zeng Mi turned around and left silently. She just wanted to see what the girl looked like, nothing more.

She felt she probably wouldn't be able to face this girl directly.

With just one glance, she felt a strong sense of inferiority and sadness.

While having a late-night snack, Mu Qingyang earnestly shared his travel experience with Zeng Wenjie, as well as some areas that needed slight improvement. His suggestions were all spot on.

"Alright, alright, I'll write this down in a little notebook. When the game is perfected, you'll be the one who makes the greatest contribution," Zeng Wenjie said with a smile.

"Mmm! I'll play a couple of rounds every night before bed from now on, it's so much fun!" Mu Qingyang said happily, showing off his grilled skewers.

This person is so talented that she can be willful. She's confident she can lose weight if she gains weight, so she doesn't hold back when she encounters delicious food.

Mu Qingyang had a better appetite than him, perhaps because smoking affected his appetite somewhat.

Mu Qingyang, the king of boasting, claimed that he could eat spicy food like crazy, but then he was panting from the spiciness, tears welling up in his eyes.

Zeng Wenjie thinks that if she were a food vlogger in the era of online live streaming, calling herself the "King of Spicy Food in Southern China," she would probably have a lot of traffic.

"Is it spicy?" Zeng Wenjie asked deliberately.

"It's not spicy at all! I'll eat this skewer of grilled green peppers to show you!" Mu Qingyang said, blushing, as he grimaced and bit off a piece of green pepper, then chewed and swallowed it like a knife.

Zeng Wenjie found it amusing and asked, "Why do you insist on being so stubborn when you're clearly terrible at eating spicy food?"

Mu Qingyang replied, "You know I'm easily swayed by words!"

Zeng Wenjie smiled thoughtfully and said, "I'll have to try it properly later."

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but wipe away her tears, but then she got some chili on her hand, which burned her eyes so badly she couldn't open them, and tears kept dripping down her face.

"Don't rub your eyes with your hands when eating barbecue, just grab a tissue," Zeng Wenjie said helplessly.

"It's fine even if I get it in my eyes, which shows how strong I am!" Mu Qingyang said.

"Yes, yes, you're number one in eating spicy food, the best!"

"Mmmmmmm!"

After finishing the barbecue, the bill came to a little over 100 yuan. Restaurants near the university town are generally inexpensive and affordable.

A grilled carp costs only fifteen yuan, which is very cheap. Two people ate for just over one hundred yuan, which means they can be considered to have a lot of appetites.

The Qingming Festival has passed for a while now, and the weather is not cold, except for a slight chill in the mornings and evenings, and occasional rain that causes a significant drop in temperature.

As luck would have it, just as I was dropping Mu Qingyang off at his dorm, a clap of thunder roared in the sky, followed by a torrential downpour.

"You fucking bastard, God, you're messing with me!"

Zeng Wenjie cursed loudly and fled in a sorry state to take shelter from the rain under the building.

This rain can soak you to the bone in no time, and you're bound to catch a cold when you get home.

Helpless, he could only light a cigarette and squat there smoking. After finishing the cigarette, the rain showed no sign of letting up.

But two figures emerged from the girls' dormitory.

Mu Qingyang was holding a large umbrella, with Grandpa Dong, who was wearing pajamas, accompanying him as they hurried over.

Seeing Zeng Wenjie squatting on the steps with a cigarette in his mouth, looking slightly disheveled, Mu Qingyang couldn't help but laugh. Wearing sandals, he ran up the steps, splashing water everywhere.

Grandpa Dong said, "It started raining heavily right after you left. Xiao Mu came down to bring you an umbrella, but I was worried about her being alone, so I came along."

Zeng Wenjie nodded to Grandpa Dong and grinned, "Thank you for your concern, Grandpa Dong."

Grandpa Dong snorted and said, "If anyone disturbs my sleep, I'll curse them until they shit themselves."

After saying this, he turned and left, holding his umbrella. His pajamas were a little wet from the rain, which made Zeng Wenjie feel quite apologetic.

Mu Qingyang handed an umbrella to Zeng Wenjie and said, "It's good that you didn't get wet. I was worried that you would catch a cold from getting wet."

Zeng Wenjie took the umbrella, thinking he would have to wait there until the rain stopped, but unexpectedly Mu Qingyang ran down to give him the umbrella.

It was a small thing, but it was still quite heartwarming.

"Why didn't you call ahead? Why did you just come down here with an umbrella and look for someone like that?" Zeng Wenjie asked the crucial question at this moment.

"Ah... I saw it was raining heavily and I was worried you'd get wet, so I completely forgot to call!" Mu Qingyang was stunned for a moment and said somewhat embarrassedly.

Zeng Wenjie reached out and brushed aside her rain-dampened hair, laughing, "Alright, this is what they call being too concerned to think straight. Yeah, go back and rest, don't catch a cold."

Mu Qingyang nodded repeatedly and said, "Be careful, the rain is quite heavy, don't get wet, and don't let your shoes get wet."

She was wearing slippers and capri pants, so she wasn't worried about getting wet.

"Remember to call ahead next time," Zeng Wenjie said cheerfully, opening his umbrella.

Mu Qingyang said, "Okay!"

"I'll take you to your dorm first, and then I'll go back."

"Oh okay."

The two of them, each holding an umbrella, returned along the way. After Mu Qingyang entered the room, Zeng Wenjie hurried towards the boys' dormitory.

The rain lessened a bit on the road, but the waterlogging was still quite severe, and my shoes still got wet.

However, he wasn't annoyed at all; on the contrary, he was quite happy. He put a cigarette in his mouth and smoked it as he returned to the entrance of the boys' dormitory.

After knocking on Grandpa Qin's door, it opened a moment later. The old man said, "I knew it was you as soon as I heard your voice. You rascal, you're always disturbing my sleep."

Zeng Wenjie smiled, tossed him a pack of cigarettes, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Qin."

Grandpa Qin was taken aback, and said with a serious expression, "Don't do that next time. It's our duty to open the door for you!"

Zeng Wenjie left happily, and when he returned to 621, the lights were already off.

"Holy crap, the billionaire is back!" Xu Chuan exclaimed, sitting bolt upright in bed.

Lin Zhenshan and Wang Bo were already asleep.

Zeng Wenjie raised an eyebrow and said, "Brother Gou, you haven't rested yet?"

Xu Chuan tossed the crumpled paper into the trash can under the bed, then, with precision, feigned a cough and said, "I have a bit of a cold, so I can't sleep well."

Zeng Wenjie curled his lip. This guy is really eager to start his zeroth day of abstinence. It's only just past midnight and he's already doing it!
There must be a reason why Xu Chuan is such a cunning dog. Zeng Wenjie felt somewhat guilty for encouraging him to reward him so lavishly.

He sent Mu Qingyang a text message to let him know he was safe, then took a shower and went to bed.

After using his airplane-based sleep technique, Xu Chuan fell fast asleep before Zeng Wenjie even returned from washing up. He had been engrossed in playing "Heroes of the Three Kingdoms" in room 208 all day, and after coming back, he played cards for a while and then sent out a flight of cards, so he was quite tired. Zeng Wenjie lay in bed, listening to 3D surround sound, yawned, and also quickly fell asleep.

He got up early the next day and first went to some game forums to read some posts. There were still a lot of rumors about plagiarism of "Three Kingdoms Kill", but he was too lazy to browse them.

Players who participated in the open beta have given relatively positive feedback. Apart from a few trolls who are really hard to understand, the overall reception has been very good.

Thanks to its catchy, brainwashing advertisements, the game "Hero Kill" has become deeply ingrained in people's minds. Everyone thought it was a low-quality, trashy game, and when they tried it out, they were even prepared to be fed a mouthful of garbage. However, after playing it, they found that it was actually quite good. Their expectations were low, but the feedback they received was very high, so the rating naturally went up.

After reading the post, Zeng Wenjie texted Mu Qingyang and asked, "I probably won't be able to do my morning exercise today. Should I bring breakfast for my roommate?"

Mu Qingyang replied, "Yes, would you like to come along?"

"See you at the entrance of the second canteen."

"Go, Go, Go!"

Zeng Wenjie put his phone in his pocket. The cheerful and lively Xiao Mu is indeed even cuter!
It rained heavily last night, so it was rather cold this morning. The two of them left together and arrived at the entrance of the second canteen at about the same time.

Mu Qingyang was probably in a hurry to leave, so he wore his usual oversized jeans and black hoodie, put on black-rimmed glasses, wrapped a scarf around his neck, and went out in that relaxed manner.

However, my current image and demeanor are much better than when I first started school. Back then, I lacked confidence, had a slightly shrunken chin, forward-leaning humerus, and a somewhat hunched back.

But the same outfit, when viewed now, gives off a relaxed, artistic vibe that's quite pleasing to the eye.

"Hey there, billionaire Zeng Tingfeng and Wenjie, good morning! Your Mu Bo..."

Zeng Wenjie rushed forward and covered Mu Qingyang's mouth. What an unlucky thing to say!

Mu Qingyang couldn't resist grabbing his wrist and biting him on the web of his hand, leaving a tooth mark, and said, "Why are you covering my mouth!"

Zeng Wenjie rolled his eyes and said, "You can call me Yanzu, Chengwu, Liming, or Dehua. I'm tired of hearing this nickname."

Mu Qingyang said, "But you haven't changed your group nickname yet."

Zeng Wenjie said, "I'll change it to Fengcheng Dawn when I get back today."

“Okay, you’re Fengcheng Dawn, then who am I?” Mu Qingyang couldn’t help but ask.

"You're an idiot." Zeng Wenjie flicked her forehead, then turned and slipped into the cafeteria.

Mu Qingyang chased after him wanting to hit him, but once inside the cafeteria, she saw many familiar classmates, so she could only hold back her anger and follow Zeng Wenjie to the window to buy breakfast.

The students from Fengyuan who got up early were quite confused when they saw Zeng Wenjie having breakfast in the school cafeteria.

Aren't billionaires supposed to live a life of luxury? Why would they need to eat in the cafeteria?
Zeng Wenjie smiled and responded to the students who greeted him, then sat down next to Mu Qingyang.

Mu Qingyang still had a full bowl, with meat and eggs added, as well as an extra beef patty.

"My shoes still got wet when I got back yesterday," Zeng Wenjie said slowly, stirring his noodles with chopsticks.

"You're so stupid!" Mu Qingyang exclaimed.

“I miscalculated. I should have let you carry me back,” Zeng Wenjie sighed.

Mu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then said, "Oh right, how come I didn't think of that? I could have carried you back! Next time we encounter a situation like this, I'll carry you on my back and you can hold the umbrella for me."

Upon hearing this, the boys nearby were stunned, and their gazes toward Zeng Wenjie became somewhat insincere.

Zeng Wenjie found it funny; he was just joking, but she actually took it seriously.

"Bring me the shoes later, I'll clean them for you when I have time," Mu Qingyang said.

Zeng Wenjie felt that the gazes directed at him could kill.

After finishing breakfast, Mu Qingyang patted his stomach contentedly and said, "I'm full!"

Zeng Wenjie glanced at his watch and said, "Then let's buy breakfast for my roommates."

Mu Qingyang glanced at him and asked, "Are you going to class today?"

“No, I won’t go. If I show up in class, everyone will think I have ulterior motives,” Zeng Wenjie said, shaking his head.

“That’s true!” Mu Qingyang nodded seriously.

Zeng Wenjie always shows up in the classroom to show off; everyone has become numb to it.

Whenever he appears, everyone is on edge, secretly on guard, fearing that they might help him or become the villain who mocks the protagonist.

"Recently, the updates for 'Battle Through the Heavens' have been getting slower and slower. I've noticed that when you get busy, it's like Tolstoy gets busy too," Mu Qingyang said casually as he stood by the window waiting for the cafeteria lady to pack his food.

“Wow, you saw right through me! I am Tolstoy himself!” Zeng Wenjie immediately retorted arrogantly.

Mu Qingyang said thoughtfully, "That's unlikely. My online friend is acting very mysteriously, and it seems like he knew a lot about me from the beginning. I checked my messages and found that he seems to have added me as a friend by searching my QQ number?"

Zeng Wenjie's smile froze. He said, "So, you suspect he already knew you?"

Mu Qingyang said, "If we analyze it carefully, it's very likely, but we don't know who it could be."

Zeng Wenjie said, "You'll know when you've saved up five million in royalties, won't you?"

Mu Qingyang nodded happily and said, "Yes, the number of subscriptions has been rising rapidly recently, and I'm making a lot of money in royalties every month! I think I can definitely save up five million in four years of university. Then I'll give it to him and see who he really is."

Zeng Wenjie looked at Mu Qingyang with some suspicion. Why did it feel like she was acting? However, he couldn't quite tell. Could it be that her acting skills had really improved?
Also, given her current cheerful demeanor, even if her true identity is exposed, it shouldn't be a big problem... right?
The two bought breakfast for their roommate and went back to their respective rooms.

Back in the dorm, Zeng Wenjie called out, "Get up quickly, don't be late, I brought you breakfast!"

Xu Chuan jumped out of bed and exclaimed, "Holy crap, a billionaire personally bought me breakfast? If I told anyone, all the girls would be smitten!"

Wang Bo quickly got out of bed and said, "Thank you for your generosity, billionaire. I, Wang Bo, will always acknowledge you."

Lin Zhenshan lazily climbed out of bed, yawned, and said, "Thanks, Big Water Pipe."

Then, Lin Zhenshan opened the cabinet door, took out a pack of cigarettes worth a hundred yuan, and threw it to Zeng Wenjie.

"Wow, thank you so much, boss!" Zeng Wenjie caught it in mid-air and said happily.

A breakfast costing around twenty yuan yields a pack of cigarettes worth a hundred yuan in return—that's an incredibly high return on investment!
Lin Zhenshan couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Thank you for bringing us breakfast, you billionaire! When I go back this year, I can brag about it!"

Zeng Wenjie laughed and said, "As long as I'm at school and have free time, I'll bring them for you!"

Xu Chuan asked, "Can we still go to room 208 to play 'Hero Kill' at 8 PM tonight? The open beta is going to continue, right?"

Zeng Wenjie said, "It will probably last for about a week. You can go if you want. However, you should go early, otherwise there won't be any machines for you to play."

Wang Bo said, "Playing card games is fine if you don't have a computer, but it's more convenient to play on the computer, and you can greet your opponent more politely."

Lin Zhenshan said happily, "That's right, some of those bastards are disgusting. I'd rather not win than let them lose their victory. It's so satisfying to see them so frustrated!"

Zeng Wenjie was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this, and then thought that it was time to properly arrange the matchmaking mechanism. He suggested adding a reporting function, so that if a player was reported too many times, they would only be matched with players who had been reported a similar number of times.

Let's go back to the office and discuss this matter further, and see what specific plan we should implement.

Although Zeng Wenjie is now extraordinary, everyone still gets along as usual, which makes the four handsome guys of 621 feel that this is quite good.

When he arrived at the studio, all the employees were already at their posts. Although Zheng Shouyun had gone out to have fun with Xue Lu last night, he was still not late.

Zeng Wenjie called a brief meeting. As the official launch date of the game drew closer, the workload naturally increased.

After the meeting, he also had to go to the business alliance to preside over another meeting. The meeting was led by Miao Laoge's boss, Yan Peng, who talked about recent achievements, which was intended to boost the confidence and morale of the business alliance members.

This meeting is quite important because the provincial government will send people to attend, and reporters will also be present to film and conduct interviews in order to promote the business alliance.

Zeng Wenjie will be very busy in the next few days, with one event after another.

Upon arriving at the Fengzhou Business Alliance headquarters, the members had already arrived one after another. Everyone was envious of Yan Peng's success and hoped that Zeng Wenjie would come up with a solution.

Chen Lianfang was the most composed. He was the first to listen to advice and the first to make money. Now he is developing steadily and is not worried at all.

(End of this chapter)