Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Liu Xiaoli, behind the door, was so angry that her hands were trembling. That bastard even deliberately raised his voice.

She hesitated for three seconds, torn between opening the door and calling the police, but chose to open the door. However, as soon as her hand was on the handle, the door opened, and Yang Che had just pulled out the key.

Of course! He took the keys out this morning, and then Old Mo's hardware store made the parts. It cost $2 and took 2 minutes.

Liu Xiaoli was wearing the same black nightgown as yesterday, which made her look even whiter. She stared at him blankly, clearly not expecting him to dare to make a copy of her house key.

Yang Che looked at her, who was still in a daze, and his expression softened: "I still miss you. I'll sit for a while..."

"Snapped!"

She slapped him across the face; the key became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Yang Che could have dodged it, but he didn't.

He knew he hadn't treated Liu Xiaoli fairly.

Even though he knew Liu Xiaoli had feelings for him, coercion was still coercion, and she naturally had negative emotions.

Even though they had a good understanding and cooperated well in the morning, negative emotions still lingered. However, being a strong-willed person, she was used to enduring and bearing it alone.

"Snapped!"

Another slap.

Yang Che didn't react, he just looked at her, who was already crying in front of him.

These tears don't have any emotional meaning; they're just the body's active metabolism of stress-related byproducts caused by an adrenaline surge due to anger and stress. Essentially, it's a physiological protective mechanism to prevent mental breakdown.

In layman's terms: she was venting.

She clearly hadn't finished venting, but instead of slapping him again, she clenched her fists and pounded them hard against his arm and chest.

It hurt much more than a slap; Yang Che grimaced in pain.

They played for almost a minute and a half! A minute and a half!

Do you know how terrifying this time is?

If an average, physically strong man fights without professional training, he'll only last a minute at most.

Fighting is arguably the most intense anaerobic exercise. Under normal circumstances, your heart rate will exceed 200 beats per minute, and the rate of lactic acid buildup will increase tenfold instantly. It also involves all the muscles in your body, which is equivalent to carrying 200 pounds up stairs.

Although Liu Xiaoli wasn't as excited as if she were actually fighting, she wasn't far off either, which fully demonstrates her physical strength.

Of course, the physical stamina aspect was verified yesterday.

Even though he was wearing a jacket, Yang Che was still wondering if he would be covered in bruises by tomorrow.

It's good, though, better than having pieces here and there.

After finishing her work, Liu Xiaoli's face was pale, and she was panting heavily, but she still glared at him hatefully.

"Take a break, take a break before you fight again."

Yang Che hissed and laughed, then reached out and took her arm.

She didn't break free, but as she walked towards the sofa with him, she stumbled, completely exhausted.

Yang Che half-embraced and half-carried her to the sofa, without saying a word, and began to massage the muscles in her arms.

Liu Xiaoli didn't speak or struggle. Her anger gradually subsided, and she looked at him calmly, just like an old married couple.

"That one"

Liu Xiaoli didn't respond, but subconsciously turned to the side and raised her left arm.

They massaged her silently like that.

When Yang Che placed his hand on her leg, she trembled, then suddenly let out a muffled groan, pushed him onto the sofa, and leaned down to kiss him.

Neither of them spoke.

There were only the sounds of kissing and humming, and a crisp metallic thud.

I don't know how much time passed.

Liu Xiaoli looked down at him with a dazed expression, then let out a long sigh.

"call"

Yang Che, who was lying on the sofa, raised his hand and touched her cheek, and smiled.

Liu Xiaoli said, "Don't talk. Hmm! Humph..."

Yang Che pouted and hugged her waist: "That's not how you remove acid. You can't move around on the sofa. Let's go back to the bedroom."

"what!"

Liu Xiaoli gasped and quickly hugged his neck.

And so, she clung to him and swayed as she went upstairs.

I kept biting his shoulder the whole time. I couldn't help it; it was so hateful. How could anyone do that?

Because Liu Xiaoli had a lot of lactic acid buildup in her muscles, the process of removing the acid lasted a long time, and Yang Che had forgotten how many treatment sessions he had undergone.

The night passed.

The next day, early in the morning of January 7th.

Dressed and ready, Yang Che looked at Liu Xiaoli, who was lying in bed with her back to him, and said softly, "I'm leaving."

"Um."

Yang Che opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Hearing the footsteps recede and the door close, Liu Xiaoli turned over and lay flat on her back, looking at the ceiling and letting out a long sigh.

Yang Che didn't try any fancy tricks this time, since the plane was scheduled to take off at 10:30.

On the way from Irvine to Los Angeles Airport, the driver, Lao Zhang, was much more enthusiastic than last time. He had clearly confirmed that Yang Che was indeed Yang Che and knew quite a bit about him.

Yang Che and Lao Zhang chatted and boasted the whole way, because Lao Zhang didn't mention Liu Xiaoli at all, nor did he ask any questions.

This person is indeed intelligent.

After boarding the United Airlines plane, Yang Che felt a bit of a headache. It wasn't that the environment was bad, nor that the blonde, blue-eyed flight attendants were unattractive, but rather the 16-hour flight.

Fortunately, writing scripts can help pass the time, especially drawing storyboards, which makes time fly by even faster.

The journey was uneventful, and Yang Che arrived in the port city at 5 pm Beijing time on January 8.

When Yang Che got off the plane, he wondered if anyone would recognize him. After all, "My Sassy Girl" was the number one box office in Hong Kong. When Hong Kong media reported that Wang Fei had booked a theater for his friends and company employees to watch the movie, they also mentioned the things he had said about Wang Fei when he was in Beijing.

But even after Yang Che got into the taxi, no one recognized him.

Even though he saw quite a few reporters at the airport...

It's worth mentioning that Liu Xiaoli also returned to her home in Queens, New York. When Xiaotianxian returned home from school and saw her, he stared at her for a long time, making Liu Xiaoli feel a little guilty.

However, she had looked carefully in the mirror and found that the bastard hadn't left any marks on her face, neck, or body.

"What are you looking at?"

The fairy exclaimed exaggeratedly, "You seem to be glowing, you're so beautiful!"

Liu Xiaoli was momentarily speechless, then became somewhat embarrassed and angry, and said: "Go do your homework."

Although she's already in her final year of junior high, Xiaotian doesn't have homework, but she does have tutoring assignments, specifically English. Ever since she came to the US to start junior high, she's had three hours of English tutoring after school, since school ends at 3 pm...

Little Fairy blinked and sensed something was wrong, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Yang Che and Liu Xiaoli tacitly avoided saying "later".

Meanwhile, Yang Che was extremely sleepy, but he had to stay awake, otherwise all that effort on the plane would have been for nothing.

While passing through the Tung Chung Tunnel, Yang Che noticed that the long light box inside the tunnel contained the movie "My Sassy Girl," which stood out among the many commercial movies.

I also found it in the Changqing Tunnel. However, this place not only has the GG from "My Sassy Girl", but also the GG from "Tokyo Raiders", "The King of Gamblers 2000"... and some GG from records. Obviously, this is a special GG spot for the entertainment industry in Hong Kong.

Yang Che had no intention of chatting with the driver, because he had no intention of showing off at the moment.