The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 178 is like a child receiving a beloved toy.
Wang Jingming's ambitions extend far beyond monopolizing the use of the song "The Rest of My Life" at wedding events in Yanjing.

He also plans to collaborate with Xingchen Dahai to cultivate wedding influencers.

Lu Xiaoshan, a former model, is a good collaborator, and Wang Jingming plans to talk to him later.

The wedding ceremony on stage continued.

Su Qing lost both her parents at a young age and was raised by Xue Sumei. It was only natural that Xue Sumei would speak during the parents' speech segment.

Xue Sumei held the microphone, choking up and shedding tears several times.

Yang Tao, sitting in the audience, also had tears in her eyes, and Yang Muye handed her tissues several times.

And at a table not far from the stage.

As Lan Caiping gazed at Xue Sumei, who was giving an emotional speech on stage, she seemed to see Xue Sumei from decades ago.

At that time, Xue Sumei also stood on the stage, radiating charm and captivating the entire performing arts troupe.

Even Lan Caiping's husband, Hao Aimin, was an admirer of Xue Sumei at the time.

The two were a perfect match, and everyone naturally assumed that they would eventually get together.

However, Lan Caiping stole Hao Aimin's love and "married" him.

That's right, Hao Aimin married into the family.

Not long after their marriage, Hao Aimin was promoted to deputy head of the cultural troupe, rising through the ranks with the help of his father-in-law.

Compared to Xue Sumei, Lan Caiping always felt that she was the winner in life.

This perception only began to waver when Yang Tao was admitted to Yanjingmao University, while Lan Weiwei only attended an ordinary second-tier university.

At that time, Lan Caiping could still comfort herself by thinking that a college degree doesn't determine anything.

Just like how Xue Sumei was better than me in every way, but in the end she still lost to me.

However, Lan Weiwei's situation is different from Lan Caiping's back then.

Although Hao Aimin was the head of the cultural troupe, the troupe had long been restructured, and his family's fortunes had declined compared to when Lan Caiping was in power.

In reality, there are many examples of second-generation succession rights failing; it can even be said to be a very common phenomenon.

Lan Caiping knew that the Lan family had "fallen from grace" under her leadership, but compared to ordinary people like Xue Sumei, even a starved camel is still bigger than a horse.

What Lan Caiping didn't expect was that Xue Sumei's "one and a half" daughters all found better and better homes.

Su Qing is not Xue Sumei's biological daughter; she can only be considered half a daughter.

Even so, today's wedding has earned Xue Sumei a lot of face.

The entire audience is now discussing Shin Hye-mi's performance on stage.

Whether the groom hired the person through connections or money, it's enough to prove his ability.

Everyone envied Xue Sumei for finding such a good son-in-law.

If that were all, it would be fine, but now even Yang Tao, who was a bridesmaid, is being discussed by everyone.

No one knows who leaked the news that the bridesmaid and groomsman were a couple, and for a time, exclamations of "a perfect match" and "a golden couple" were heard everywhere.

These words sounded so harsh to Lan Caiping.

Lan Weiwei had already lost to Yang Tao once when taking the college entrance exam. If she couldn't win back her in marriage, Lan Caiping felt that she would never be able to hold her head up in front of Xue Sumei for the rest of her life.

Already seething with anger, Lan Caiping was further enraged to see Lan Weiwei constantly texting with her head down, and kicked her husband hard under the table.

"Hao Aimin, aren't you going to do anything about your daughter?!"

Hao Aimin almost thought he had misheard.

Lan Caiping usually dotes on Lan Weiwei, and she wouldn't allow Lan Weiwei to say a word against her.

Is the sun coming out in the west today?

Finally, under pressure from Lan Caiping, Hao Aimin spoke up to remind her, "Weiwei, stop holding your phone all day."

"Know it."

Lan Weiwei gave a perfunctory reply, but kept holding her phone, maintaining a "you say your thing, I'll do mine" attitude.

Lan Caiping suddenly became famous.

"You silly child, didn't you hear your father talking to you?"

"heard it."

After sending the text message, Lan Weiwei put down her phone.

Half an hour ago, Lan Weiwei sent a text message to Xiao Jie, the receptionist at the yoga studio, asking her to "collect the vegetables" for her.

As a result, Xiao Jie had just replied to Lan Weiwei's text message. She logged in at the time Lan Weiwei gave her, but after logging in, she found that the crops had matured ahead of time and had already been visited by several friends.

Lan Weiwei was furious when she heard the news.

Are these people supposed to stay in the game the whole time and never log off?
It seems I should try to harvest crops at midnight from now on, and set an alarm to get up and harvest them then, so no one can steal my crops!

Lan Weiwei thought fiercely to herself.

At this moment, Lan Caiping, who was standing next to her, turned her head to the side, covered her mouth with her hand, and asked in a low voice:

"Weiwei, did you get any results about that matter I asked you to inquire about last time?"

Lan Weiwei was stunned for a moment before realizing that Lan Caiping was referring to the time she was asked to investigate Yang Muye's background.

"Taozi told me everything, Yang Muyi and her—"

Lan Weiwei is outspoken and almost let something slip.

Fortunately, she reacted in time and immediately changed her tune: "Their relationship is true, and Yang Muyi's startup company is also true. Recently, Yang Muyi's company developed a new farm game, and all my friends are playing it. It's quite interesting."

"And what about you? Peach has found such a great boyfriend, aren't you worried at all?"

"I'm not in a hurry, aren't you here to help me?"

Lan Caiping has already arranged several blind dates in the last few days, and Lan Weiwei is too lazy to complain anymore.

"What's the use of me being anxious? It's not like I'm getting married."

“If you want to get married, I have no objection, as long as my dad agrees,” Lan Weiwei retorted.

Lan Caiping was so angry she almost fainted, and she pulled Hao Aimin aside to reason with him.

Although Hao Aimin verbally criticized Lan Weiwei, he was actually on Lan Weiwei's side in his heart.

He married Lan Caiping back then for the sake of his future.

These years, he's lived a glamorous life in public, but behind the scenes, his life as a live-in son-in-law isn't easy.

Having been caught in the rain myself, I certainly don't want my daughter to follow in my footsteps.

Hao Aimin's idea was that Lan Weiwei could just find someone with similar conditions in the future.

In this day and age, where can you find a rich and handsome husband?
Lan Caiping was so angry she was practically full, and she ate her meal without any appetite.

The wedding banquet ended a little over an hour later.

After seeing off the last guest, Yang Tao drove, and Yang Muye sat in the passenger seat. Together, they drove Duan Xifeng and Su Qing back to their new house.

With that, the two men and women's duties as best man and maid of honor were completed.

Yang Tao followed and drove back to the hotel, taking Yang Muyi, who had drunk quite a bit of alcohol at the wedding banquet while shielding Duan Xifeng, back to his room.

Just as she was about to leave, Yang Muye suddenly hugged her from behind.

"Senior, can we not go back tonight?"

……

The next morning, Yang Muye returned from the gym and received a call from Gu Xiaobai as soon as he entered his room.

"I'm right outside your room, come and open the door."

Yang Muye opened the door, and Gu Xiaobai, who was standing outside, walked in without saying a word.

"You came to see me so early in the morning, is there something you need?"

“I didn’t leave last night. I was drunk, so I got him a room and stayed there myself.”

"His leg is broken, didn't the doctor tell him not to drink alcohol?"

"He wants to drink it, what can I do? Don't worry about him, worry about me first."

"You've had too much to drink too?"

"I'm dumped."

"..." Yang Muye looked at Gu Xiaobai speechlessly.

To break up with someone, you have to fall in love with them first.

"Okay, then I'll put it another way: I confessed my feelings and was rejected."

As soon as Gu Xiaobai finished speaking, Yang Muye tossed him a bottle of mineral water.

Yang Muye picked up a bottle himself, twisted it open, took a sip, and said, "You confess your feelings to someone after knowing them for only one day. It's no wonder they don't agree."

"But she already agreed to come to the wedding banquet with me, I thought—"

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Muyi interrupted him rudely:
"The first of the three great illusions in life is believing that the person you like also likes you."

Gu Xiaobai looked melancholy after hearing this.

He tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep well.

From the moment he was rejected after confessing his feelings last night, and Guan Yuqing asked him for Yang Muye's phone number, Gu Xiaobai knew he had made a serious mistake.

After all that, he ended up becoming Guan Yuqing's wingman.

Gu Xiaobai came today to ask Yang Muye in person.

Is being handsome really that great?

Just as I was about to speak, a familiar female voice came from the bathroom.

"Makino, where did you put your hair dryer?"

Yang Tao walked out of the bathroom barefoot, wrapped in a bath towel.

Seeing Gu Xiaobai sitting blankly on the sofa, she screamed in fright and quickly hid back in the bathroom.

Yang Muye picked up the hairdryer from the table and put it inside Yang Tao.

He was then severely reprimanded by Yang Tao.

Why didn't they tell her when they were coming?

Yang Muye stepped forward and hugged Yang Tao, and kissed her on the forehead.

"Old Bai knows our relationship. Have you forgotten that you already made it official at the airport the night before last?"

Yang Tao was also feeling annoyed.

Previously, she was able to rationally restrain herself and keep her distance from Yang Muye, but ever since that night when she admitted in front of Gu Xiaobai that she was Yang Muye's girlfriend, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Especially after the intimate physical contact she had with Yang Muyi during the game yesterday, Yang Tao couldn't control herself any longer.

Last night, Yang Muyi took the initiative, and I agreed without really understanding what was going on.

It's not that Yang Tao regrets it now; she just hasn't figured out how to deal with this "changed" relationship yet.

Yang Tao used the excuse that she had to go to work today and needed to dry her hair quickly to kick Yang Muyi out of the bathroom.

At this point, Gu Xiaobai had already decided to leave.

When Yang Muyi picked up his phone to check the time, he discovered that Gu Xiaobai had sent him a text message.

Just two words—

Goodbye!

Judging from the grief and indignation Gu Xiaobai felt when he sent the text message to Yang Muye, he probably never wanted to see Yang Muye again in his life.

Being friends with Yang Muye makes it too easy for a man's confidence to be shaken.

Yang Muye immediately sent Gu Xiaobai a text message, reminding Gu Xiaobai that he still owed him two scripts.

Not long after, Yang Tao dried her hair, went back to her bedroom to change her clothes, and then hurriedly left.

Throughout the journey, Yang Tao tried her best to avoid acquaintances at the hotel.

After finally arriving at the staff changing room and changing my clothes, I ran into a colleague from the housekeeping department as soon as I stepped outside.

"Manager Yang, you look so radiant today, did something good happen?"

After giving a few perfunctory replies, Yang Tao turned around, blushing, and fled in a panic.

Upon arriving at the lobby, Xiao Liu, who was on duty at the front desk, remarked that Yang Tao had a rosy complexion and looked radiant. Although she was only wearing light makeup, she looked even more beautiful than before.

Yang Tao went to the bathroom and checked herself repeatedly in the mirror, but didn't find any particularly noticeable changes in herself.

Yang Tao spent the entire morning in this anxious state.

While having lunch in the staff canteen, Yang Tao received a phone call from her mother, Xue Sumei.

"Peach, you last night—"

Before Xue Sumei could finish speaking, Yang Tao interrupted her.

"After dropping my sister off last night, it was too late, and I was quite tired after a busy day, so I went back to the hotel and got a room to sleep for the night."

"That little Yang—"

"We'll each sleep in our own rooms, Mom, so don't worry about it."

"Okay, I won't ask anymore. Are you coming home to sleep tonight?"

"Go back, or where will I sleep?"

Yang Tao is on the verge of a breakdown.

After finally dealing with Xue Sumei, and just as he was about to put down his phone and have a proper meal, Yang Muye's text message arrived.

I invited Yang Tao to have dinner with me tonight.

"No, I just promised my mom I'd eat when I got home."

After replying to the text message, Yang Tao tossed her phone onto the table beside her.

He picked up his chopsticks, but before he could even take a couple of bites, Yang Muye's text message arrived again.

"What about tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night won't work either, not during the entire National Day holiday."

Yang Tao felt like an ostrich burying its head in the sand; after sending the text message, she immediately put her phone on silent.

Yang Tao thought she could finally eat properly, but after only a couple of bites, she couldn't help but look at her phone again.

I picked up my phone and saw no text messages. Suddenly, I felt a sense of emptiness.

After much deliberation, Yang Tao took the initiative to send Yang Muyi a text message.

"I'm not trying to avoid you on purpose, the hotel is really busy during the National Day holiday."

Yang Muye replied to the message immediately:
"It's okay, you go about your business. Just send me your Renren and Kaixin accounts and passwords."

Upon seeing the message, Yang Tao suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to harvest the crops in her "Happy Farm" game.

She registered for "Happy Farm" on both Renren and Kaixin, and played it on both platforms.

The game friends I added on Renren.com were mostly former classmates, but most of them are not very active after graduation.

Yang Tao's game friends on Kaixin001 are colleagues and friends, and this is where she mainly plays games now.

Knowing she wouldn't be able to harvest crops while at work, Yang Tao immediately sent her account and password to Yang Muye.

I also inquired about the operation of "Happy Farm" after its launch.

"By 10 a.m., the total number of game users across the platform had exceeded six million, and yesterday's daily revenue barely broke one million... not bad."

After reading Yang Muye's reply, Yang Tao felt both annoyed and amused.

What angered her was that she had worried about Yang Muye for nothing.

What made me laugh was Yang Muyi's tone in the text message, which sounded like a child proudly showing off after getting first place in an exam.

Before the Olympics, the national statistics showed that there were 2.6 million internet users in China, and it was expected that this number would exceed 3 million by the end of the year.

Happy Farm had over six million users on its first day of release. Even if you remove the inflated numbers of people having multiple accounts, it's still roughly one in every sixty internet users who played Happy Farm.

This doesn't even include Tencent's massive user base for QQ Zone.

Ma Qiushan is negotiating with the other party in Shenzhen, and there should be a preliminary result tonight.

Given Tencent's consistent practices, revenue sharing is definitely out of the question.

The best outcome would be to raise the buyout price as high as possible.

Regardless of the circumstances, it's an undeniable fact that Happy Farm is poised to be the blockbuster game of the year.

(End of this chapter)