Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

After subconsciously taking a look, Yang Che glanced at the front row and saw that the two generals, Hum and Ha, were quite calm, which pleased him.

Fan Bingbing didn't fall asleep afterward, and Yang Che told her why he had called her so late that night.

Fan Bingbing was incredibly excited, asking all sorts of questions. Fortunately, with Li Xiangdong and Zhou Liren there, Yang Che didn't repeat himself much.

It was already 11:30 p.m. when we arrived at Anzhenli. The four of us went into a 24-hour noodle shop that was mainly for taxi drivers, since none of us wanted to go far to eat.

The noodle shop was still quite crowded, and a TV that had fallen from the roof was playing a special feature on Macau's return to China, which would officially begin at midnight.

Most of the diners were taxi drivers, and Fan Bingbing was recognized immediately. People called out his name enthusiastically.

Some drivers said they see her dozens of times a day on the streets of Beijing.

Fan Bingbing naturally knew that this was referring to the movie poster, so she smiled and said, "That means you get a lot of work."

Just that one sentence drew applause from the taxi drivers, who were incredibly friendly towards him.

After they sat down, a man at the next table glanced at Yang Che, who didn't look particularly impressive, sitting next to Fan Bingbing, and tentatively asked, "Boyfriend?"

Fan Bingbing paused for a moment before saying, "No, friend..."

To be honest, Yang Che felt a little uncomfortable.

All I can say is that a jerk is just being pretentious.

After a rather unpleasant meal of noodles, on their way back to the neighborhood, the sidewalk was deserted. Fan Bingbing hugged his arm tightly and asked with concern, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Yang Che looked dejected: "It's nothing, I was just being sentimental. Making love will make me feel better."

"Ugh~ Keep being dramatic. I got up at 6 a.m. today and have been busy, busy, busy. I had to do an interview on the plane..."

"It's not like you have to put in any effort."

Fan Bingbing couldn't hold back any longer: "Hehe, I miss you so much."

When he got home, Yang Che, who had originally planned to get treatment as soon as possible, became even more depressed.

Unfortunately, I had just returned to my bedroom when I went downstairs to buy sanitary napkins for someone.

Back upstairs, Fan Bingbing didn't make her boyfriend feel wronged, since Gao Yuanyuan was wearing braces, but she wasn't.

Of course, the two didn't even have time to watch the return ceremony.

The next day, December 20th, Fan Bingbing's only work assignment was to go to Liugongzhu with Huang Haibo to record an interview, and then go back to her parents' place for lunch.

In the early morning, Yang Che dropped her off and then went to Tazhai to continue his own business. Cheng Er would also be coming to Beijing today to officially begin the relatively demanding publicity work, so Yang Che would not be going to school during this period.

In the afternoon, Fan Bingbing, who had already returned to Anzhenli, called Yang Che. Her tone was low and she seemed unhappy.

"Brother, I miss you."

What can Yang Che do?

When they met, Xiaopang didn't say the specific reason, only that she had a fight with her mother.

"Brother, I don't want to talk about it."

Yang Che didn't ask or try to persuade him; he simply said, "It's okay, I'm here for you no matter what."

The two then spent their time idly at home.

In the evening, Yang Che touched the little face that was resting on his lap: "Bingbing, I have to go back over there."

With a serene and happy expression, Fan Bingbing suddenly sat up: "No way, why should I? I just got back, I can't just make love and leave, I'm not..."

"What are you thinking? She can't do it..."

"Don't give me that. Do you think I don't know? Her period is around the 28th, which is when you're pregnant."

Yang Che retorted angrily, "That's bullshit! She just got braces yesterday, and her face is all swollen. I was crying in pain when I told her I was going to pick you up from the airport, but I didn't say I couldn't go."

"You...she...waaaaah."

Fan Bingbing didn't know what to say for a moment, and she was anxious, so she burst into tears.

Yang Che softened his tone: "Little sister, I know you just got back, but soon we'll be together day and night, and we'll be going to so many places together."

Fan Bingbing wiped her face: "No, I want to stay with you. Brother, I'll go to Courtyard No. 8 with you..."

Yang Che swallowed hard: "Stop messing around."

Fan Bingbing sniffed and said very seriously, "I didn't make a fuss. I didn't argue with her or fight with her. I just quietly watched the handover ceremony with you."

Yang Che swallowed hard, thinking of calling Gao Yuanyuan, but then he thought it better to go back directly, since sometimes a third party's words are more credible.

When Gao Yuanyuan, who was sitting on the sofa, saw her boyfriend and Fan Bingbing enter the room, she was stunned. The corners of her mouth that were raised froze on her face for a long time, and her expression was very strange.

Yang Che encouraged himself and called out gently, "Yuanyuan."

Suddenly, Gao Yuanyuan, who had been making a fuss, covered her face. Her toothache, which hadn't been bothering her much earlier, started hurting again. She mumbled, "What do you mean?"

When Fan Bingbing saw Gao Yuanyuan's braces and furrowed brows, he wanted to laugh, and then he burst out laughing.

Yang Che clicked his tongue, and Fan Bingbing finally stopped and looked away.

"Let's all watch the handover ceremony together..."

Gao Yuanyuan's anger, already heightened by Fan Bingbing's laughter, finally erupted. She coldly said, "No need. Either you take this shameless person out, and I'll pretend nothing happened; or I'll leave."

"Yuanyuan, listen to me..."

Fan Bingbing couldn't take it anymore: "Gao Yuanyuan, don't push your luck. Get out, get out now! You should have left a long time ago. Doesn't it make you uncomfortable thinking about me sleeping with my brother?"

Gao Yuanyuan gritted her teeth, which hurt even more. The pain fueled her anger, and without saying a word, she grabbed the water glass in front of her and smashed it.

Yang Che quickly slapped the cup away, spilling the warm flower tea all over himself, and the porcelain cup that was knocked away shattered on the floor by the bedroom door.

That wasn't the end of it. Gao Yuanyuan pounced on him and raised her hand to strike.

"I'll teach you to be so foul-mouthed."

Fan Bingbing was terrified and stood motionless. If Yang Che hadn't grabbed Gao Yuanyuan, she would have definitely received a solid slap.

The reactions of these two people are contrary to common sense, but also quite reasonable.

Under Yang Che's influence, Gao Yuanyuan was no longer the introverted and timid Gao Yuanyuan with a strong literary and artistic temperament; and of course, Xiao Pang was no longer the Xiao Pang who gritted his teeth and vowed to make a name for himself no matter what the cost.

Just as Little Fatty realized what was happening and lunged forward yelling, Yang Che shouted in a deep voice, "Stop! All of you, stop right there!"

The two women, who had never seen their boyfriends so angry, calmed down instantly, though they still stared at each other like fighting cocks.

Only three heavy breathing sounds remained inside the room.

Yang Che separated the two, holding one hand in each, but his tone remained cold: "Bingbing, tell me the truth about what we said before I brought you here."

Fan Bingbing pouted, looking unwilling, but seeing her boyfriend's eyes, she mechanically began to speak.

"You just suddenly say you're going to No. 8 Courtyard... Don't expect me to appreciate it."

P.S.: Gentlemen, please click to urge me to update, or give me a small reward.

Speaking of which, I deleted the last 6 chapters of my draft today, removed some details, and changed the storyline, all so that it could be released within 200 chapters.

My heart is still aching, every single word was written with care, even though it wasn't very well written.