Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Yang Che's lips curled up, completely unconcerned. He then jumped out of bed, opened his suitcase, and took out two sets of lace underwear, one black and one red, the kind with very little fabric.

He muttered to himself, "Let's buy Cheng Hong's things at the airport tomorrow."

Yes, it was bought for Cheng Hong. Even though the two are seven or eight centimeters apart in height, they can share the same size for both bras and underwear. Yang Che is very confident about this.

Half an hour later, Yang Che appeared at the entrance of Baosongyuan residential area.

Yes, it is a residential community, but it consists of 40 detached villas.

After getting out of the car, the taxi driver even gestured for him to cheer through the car window.

After all, this young man from the mainland went bankrupt. A villa he bought in 97 with a mortgage for HK$4800 million is now only worth HK$2200 million after the financial crisis. He still has to pay the bank HK$27 every month. It's as bad as it gets.

Well... what Yang Che was talking about was actually Wang Fei. Wang Fei is in this state now, and it's really miserable.

However, the fact that she bought this villa back in 97, when many people in Hong Kong were emigrating, actually says something, but this woman just doesn't bother to say anything about it.

After Yang Che saw that there were no vehicles or suspicious people around, he walked to Wang Fei's door and rang the doorbell.

Just as the security guards who were nearby heard the commotion arrived, the electric gate opened.

On the first floor, only Wang Fei, wearing a short black camisole nightgown, stood with her arms crossed and asked somewhat awkwardly, "What are you doing here?"

Yang Che said in a serious tone, "I'll give you that song."

Wang Fei looked at the bag he was carrying and reached out his hand: "Give it to me."

"I'm too busy to write today, I'll go to the study."

As Yang Che spoke, he kicked off his shoes and opened the shoe cabinet to find slippers.

Seeing him act as if this were his own home, Wang Fei felt inexplicably relaxed, though his tone remained calm: "There's no study, but there is a music room, though you can't play now."

Yang Che looked at her and said, "I don't use the piano. Could you get me the sheet music and pen?"

Wang Fei remained unmoved, arms crossed: "What are you holding?"

"I accidentally tore a few of your clothes yesterday, so I bought these especially for you. See if you like them."

Yang Che handed it to her calmly, as if he had just bought a bottle of mineral water.

Wang Fei didn't answer; at that moment, she really wanted to pounce on him and give him a good punch in the face. Finally, she rolled her eyes, turned, and went to the workroom to get the sheet music; she truly loved that warm song.

Yang Che smiled, put the bag on the sofa, and then sat down. He saw a music book on the coffee table, picked it up and looked at it. There was already a melody written on the first page. He looked at it and then hummed it. Wasn't this "The New Tenant"?

At this moment, Wang Fei came out and saw him humming the tune he had written. He was so embarrassed that he rushed over and snatched it away.

Yang Che asked knowingly, "Did you write this?"

"No, it was written by someone else."

Yang Che glanced at her and smiled, "Want me to write lyrics for you?"

Wang Fei didn't say anything, but simply tossed him the new score and a pen.

The half of the song she wrote is about a man forcefully intruding into a woman's heart, and love beginning to blossom...

Actually, her worries were unnecessary. Yang Che wouldn't be able to discern anything from the music; he simply didn't have that kind of musical knowledge...

Looking at his earnest expression, Wang Fei breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a pang of disappointment. "You're so talented and sensitive to music, how could you not understand?" she thought. "Okay, maybe my writing wasn't clear enough..."

Just as Wang Fei was reflecting on the fact that his composition was not good enough, Yang Che had already finished composing (or rather, composing) the song and music for "Legend".

Yang Che thought to himself, "Brother Jian, I'll definitely make it up to you later," and then handed the notebook to Wang Fei with a clear conscience.

As Wang Fei took the notebook, he saw the man approach, frowning and saying unhappily, "What are you doing?"

Yang Che didn't care at all, his eyes filled with desire: "I've given you the song, now I have to pay you."

"I don't care... ah~"

Before Wang Fei could finish speaking, another exclamation rang out. Unlike yesterday's princess carry, today she was being carried directly on his shoulder.

"Put me down, I'm holding my breath."

Upon hearing this, Yang Che turned around and picked her up again.

Wang Fei threw down the notebook in his hand, hugged her neck, and kissed her. She couldn't resist either.

And so, stumbling and swaying, I returned to the bedroom, where what followed was an even more intense ordeal than the night before.

Well, last night wasn't really intense, it was just something new and exciting, we were both eager to have more fun, but today it was much more direct.

"I asked you yesterday if you were okay?"

Wang Fei glanced at it and then said, "It's okay, it's a safe period. Hmm..."

She was completely at ease; that was her too. Her earlier awkwardness and restraint were also hers. Of course, that condescending attitude she had towards him was also hers.

"Hey? Did you take some kind of medicine yesterday?"

Yang Che chuckled immediately: "Have you been thinking about this question all day?"

Wang Fei looked down at him, let out a long breath, and said, "Don't exaggerate like that. You haven't been thinking about it for just one day. You're so smug, aren't you?"

Yang Che put his hands behind his head and smiled contentedly, "I am indeed very proud."

Wang Fei didn't speak, but after a while, she patted him and said, "Tired..."

Yang Che pursed his lips, got up and hugged her, and then, well, that's how it was.

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

Yang Che woke up early, after all, he was leaving Hong Kong today.

When she went to wash up, she discovered that his toothbrush from yesterday was still there, although it was in a disposable cup like yesterday, but next to her toothbrush cup.

So he chuckled a few times while brushing his teeth, and in the end, he didn't put the toothbrush in her cup, because she would most likely throw it all away...

It's strange, the tongue is fine in any way, but the toothbrush, ugh, just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable.

Yang Che left at 8 a.m., before Wang Fei and Tong Tong woke up.

Back at the hotel, I said goodbye to Wu Shixian and his group of Americans who were leaving in the afternoon, and then to my friends who were leaving in the morning, since I was going to Guangzhou.

Taking the train from Hung Hom to Guangzhou East Station takes an hour and a half, making it the most comfortable and fastest mode of transportation.

It was indeed very comfortable. The carriage had 2+2 soft seats, large windows, and strong air conditioning. The TV hanging on the ceiling was broadcasting a football match. The overall structure resembled the first-class seats of a future high-speed train, and the decoration style was quite stylish.

The bus was filled with both mainlanders and Hong Kongers, and Yang Che was standing next to a Hong Konger who was about the same age as him.

Yang Che didn't speak to him, but he knew that Yang Che was from Hong Kong. It wasn't just because he was wearing a shirt and had slicked-back hair. It was because he spoke Cantonese quickly and briefly when he was on the phone. Look at the guy in front of him, he was also dressed in a suit and tie, but he was so talkative that he dragged out the last syllable of eight out of ten sentences. He was a true Guangzhou native.