Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

They chatted like this until 1 p.m., then the four of them went out for lunch.

We ate noodles at a nearby Kau Kee Beef Brisket restaurant. The restaurant was small, and the four of us had to wait a while before we could squeeze onto a small table.

Yang Che and Wang Fei, who were sitting on the side, were sitting with their legs touching, not to mention Sister Kuan and her husband. Well... but they didn't seem to be that crowded.

"The curry beef brisket here is delicious."

"Okay, and add another bowl of wonton noodles for me."

"Is that enough? Would you like another serving of beef brisket?"

"Add it."

The waiter listened intently as Wang Fei spoke Mandarin with the mainland Chinese man, his curiosity burning. Who was this guy? Why was Wang Fei being so gentle and talkative with him...?

After dinner, they walked back to the Mei Hua Building, inevitably getting photographed. Wang Fei seemed to be in a good mood, but Yang Che kept yawning.

Yang Che and Wang Fei did not go upstairs again, but went to the underground parking lot and took her Mercedes-Benz with license plate FW1999 home.

Neither of them had anything planned for the afternoon.

Wang Fei declined Zhang Guorong's invitation to play mahjong, and Yang Che postponed his meeting with Jiang Zhiqiang until tomorrow morning.

On the way back, the two didn't speak and rarely looked at each other. They just held hands on the side of their seats, teasing each other like playful young boys and girls.

Back at Songbaoyuan, Wang Fei got out of the car quickly, and Yang Che did the same. However, after taking a couple of steps, he remembered to turn back and nod to the driver as a farewell.

When Yang Che entered the house, Wang Fei was already on the escalator.

Yang Che naturally followed closely behind. The two entered the bedroom without saying a word, and then embraced and kissed passionately.

If I hadn't had something to do in the morning, this would have happened.

Wang Fei gasped, "How can you be so beautiful?"

This is very unlike Wang Fei, but it is also very much like Wang Fei.

Yang Che replied dismissively, "I think you look better. What's with those buttons?"

Of course, what man has time to talk about love at a time like this?

Wang Fei said coquettishly, "Up ahead."

"......."

After a while, Yang Che looked at her dazed eyes and then glanced down at her hands: "They're quite clean, you..."

Wang Fei's eyes cleared a bit, and she raised her hand to lightly punch him: "We'll talk about it later."

"In the future... you'll be even less willing."

Wang Fei's eyebrows shot up: "To do it or not? Huh! Are you trying to kill me?"

"hiss."

Yang Che grinned.

As we all know, launching a surprise attack without equipment or any buffs will likely result in setbacks and often backlash, requiring a period of rest and recovery...

Just as the two were working up a sweat, Chen Jiaying at the EMI Records company was also wiping the sweat from her brow. Looking at the reporters gathered on the street below, Chen Jiaying dialed Yang Che's number again...

Then, looking at Chiu Li-kuan helplessly, she said, "Still can't get through."

Qiu Likuan rubbed her temples and complained, "In broad daylight, are you really that impatient?"

Chen Jiaying shook his head, not interested in getting involved in such vulgar and obscene topics: "I'll go and ask them what they think."

Chiu Li-kuan pulled her aside: "A perfect match, a song that sealed your love. It's good for the album and your career, and for Yang Che's film."

This was both a plea to Wang Fei to seriously date Yang Che and a statement to the media.

As for Yang Che, Qiu Likuan naturally knew he had a girlfriend, but it was fine for them to just play around. Now that it's been exposed, he has to cut ties with her.

This is perfectly normal. Compared to Wang Fei, what is Yang Che?

Chen Jiaying naturally understood his partner's thoughts. He paused for a moment, first shaking his head, then nodding: "I'll try my best to speak."

On a whim, when Chen Jiaying's car reached the road, it nearly hit a reporter carrying a camera.

The shouts of reporters could still be faintly heard.

"Katie, is Wang Fei's new relationship true?"

"When did it start?"

"Do they plan to get married?"

"......"

Chen Jiaying drew the curtains on the car window and sighed.

Afei herself probably didn't realize that the way she looked at Yang Che now was exactly the same as the way she looked at Dou Wei back then.

"If only it were just for fun."

........

When Chen Jiaying arrived at Songbaoyuan, he was met with another wave of helplessness. There were already no fewer than ten reporters gathered outside the entrance of the community, their faces filled with fanaticism.

Amid the security guard's shouts, Chen Jiaying drove into the residential area and rang the doorbell.

"Sister Chen."

"Xiufang, are they asleep?"

Wang Xiufang pointed upstairs with an embarrassed expression.

Chen Jiaying was puzzled.

"There's still some movement."

Chen Jiaying gasped; her driver was going fast enough for a 40-minute drive.

She was about to sit down on the sofa when she straightened up again. Everyone else was anxious to death, but you were having a great time.

So I went upstairs.

Wang Xiufang's eyes widened as she looked at the newspaper Chen Jiaying had brought on the coffee table.

When Chen Jiaying reached the second-floor corridor, she heard Wang Fei's sobbing voice... She paused involuntarily, thinking she should wait and see, judging from the sound, it would be over soon.

Sure enough, over the next two minutes, the sound gradually rose in pitch, and then suddenly fell silent.

Chen Jiaying waited for two more minutes before knocking on the door.

"Afei, it's me, Mom."

Yang Che, who was drowsy inside the room, suddenly opened his eyes, while Wang Fei, who had been keeping his eyes closed and looking extremely lazy, frowned.

"I'll go take a look."

Wang Fei grunted twice, but didn't loosen her grip on his arm, clearly still not quite back to her senses.

Yang Che repeated, "It's Chen Jiaying, something must have happened."

Wang Fei slowly opened his eyes, then suddenly sat up, frowning involuntarily.

"Holy crap..."

Ten minutes later, on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, Yang Che and Wang Fei stared blankly at an extra edition of Apple Daily spread out on the coffee table.

The page had a picture right in the center: a photo of Yang Che and Wang Fei embracing at their doorstep.

The caption reads: "Kissing each other at the door, Wang Fei's mysterious boyfriend revealed!"

A quick glance reveals two more comparison photos in the article: one is a side profile of Yang Che at his front door, and the other is a front profile photo taken on another occasion.

The other page showed a photo of Wang Fei bending over to get into the car, with Yang Che's hand on her buttocks.

The caption reads: "A wonderful night, and the morning is still full of charm!"

It was alright; they gave Wang Fei face and didn't say anything about doing something all night.

Yang Che felt his heart skip a beat. He resisted the subconscious urge to look at Wang Fei's expression and instead composed himself, saying with emotion, "This paparazzi is amazing! Their photography skills are great too. Old Wang, look at your disgusted yet shy expression..."

Wang Fei was taken aback, then said irritably, "Damn it! Don't be so disgusting."

"Don't try to deny everything after you've done your job..."

Chen Jiaying was very happy. She had high hopes for Yang Che, even more so than for Qiu Likuan.

This is not only because of the abilities he has shown, but also because Wang Fei genuinely likes him.

She felt that Yang Che and Wang Fei's words just now had already decided to go public, but she still patted the table: "Ahem, wait a minute, stop flirting and give me a straight answer, how are you going to respond?"

Suddenly, Wang Fei looked at him beside her, and he looked at her as well.

Their eyes met briefly before looking away. It is said that an irrelevant answer is already an answer, and often a single glance can also be an answer.