Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Yang Che drove himself to the airport, and he stood at the arrival gate with Lao Liu and Lao Song, the drivers of Wang Fei's team.

He then learned that it wasn't just two people returning to Beijing, but a team.

Appearing at the arrival gate, it was inevitable that I would be recognized, and some people would come up to ask me questions.

"Hey, isn't this Yang Che? Who are you waiting for? Is it Wang Fei?"

Yang Che gave the social terrorist a thumbs up.

My buddy grinned and gave me a thumbs up.

Then, couples in the crowd started whispering to each other, occasionally glancing at Yang Che, who was being protected by the two of them.

Old Liu and Old Song were also quite helpless. What kind of person squeezes between them? They're not bodyguards, and besides, they're not even acquainted...

About three minutes later, Wang Fei, wearing sunglasses, with her hair in a ponytail, a black long-sleeved T-shirt, black loose casual pants, black sneakers, and a backpack slung across her shoulder, appeared in Yang Che's field of vision.

Yang Che's lips curled up involuntarily, but when he saw Wang Fei in the distance, he pursed his lips.

That's how it is; we were both unhappy on the phone, but we were overjoyed to meet in person.

Yang Che was indeed overjoyed. He had been flirting with Jia Jingwen during the day, but at this moment he only wanted to be with Wang Fei and couldn't wait.

Yang Che waved his hand high like a child, and Wang Fei grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

This scene caught the attention of the passengers around them, who all smiled like doting aunts.

As they approached, Yang Che reached out to the staff member and took her suitcase.

"Want a hug?"

"Come on."

Wang Fei scolded him, but took his hand instead.

Surrounded by onlookers, Yang Che then greeted Chen Jiaying and the others.

"Sister Jiaying, is hot pot with mutton okay?"

Chen Jiaying smiled and said, "We'll eat by ourselves."

"We have to eat first."

"There will be plenty of time to eat together. We don't want to disturb your long-awaited reunion right now."

Wang Fei rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses.

"Why are you so slow?"

As they spoke, the group arrived at the parking lot, said their goodbyes, and got into their respective cars.

After getting into the car, Wang Fei took his hand again.

"Sister, can you let me shift gears first?"

Wang Fei immediately became embarrassed and annoyed, pinching him before letting go.

After setting off, Yang Che reached out his hand, but she glanced at it, snorted, and ignored him.

"Look, the calluses I've developed from writing for the past month are something I never did before the college entrance exam."

Upon hearing this, Wang Fei picked up his right hand and examined it carefully.

"Where?"

Yang Che didn't say anything, but instead held her hand in his.

Wang Fei rolled her eyes again, but the corners of her mouth slowly turned up. The hand he was holding felt tingly and numb, and then the sensation traveled up her arm and down her body, and into her heart.

The two held hands for a long time.

"I'll be going back to Hong Kong in a few days to pick up Tongtong. She'll be attending kindergarten in Beijing from now on."

"Then you'll have to fly back and forth frequently."

"Fly, you still have to work."

She then unusually mentioned her upcoming work: on the 21st, she would be going to Tianjin to participate in an official gala with a group of singers from the port city, where she would sing two songs.

After that, the arrangement and production of the new album will begin, and in May I will go to Okinawa to film a movie with Leslie Cheung and Tony Leung Ka-fai.

"I've never heard you mention making a movie before."

"It was decided last year."

"Oh, more or less. I was busy with the Olympic Bid Committee stuff around that time."

After a while...

Yang Che said, "When you called at noon, you were talking to people from the film crew."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Yang Che glanced at her: "Then, please say sorry!"

Wang Fei paused for a moment, then said, "Boring."

Yang Che smiled and began to hum a song.

I'm thinking of you outside the Fifth Ring Road.

You are on a distant mountain, where the spring breeze blows for miles.

The wind blew towards you today and it rained.

I said no wine can compare to you.

Wang Fei clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction: "Keep singing."

"Just a few sentences."

Wang Fei was furious: "You really are... where did you get that 'Fifth Ring Road' thing from!"

Yang Che pointed to the Dongba Bridge ahead: "That's it, construction will start soon. Have you forgotten what your man does? I was filming urban construction a while ago..."

"No, you have to keep singing."

Yang Che raised an eyebrow: "Sister, how about we buy a piece of land here? Or maybe we should pass, so no one will say I'm abusing my power for personal gain. It's not worth it. By the way, do you want to pay off the loan on Baosongyuan early? I still have some money."

"Is it really necessary?"

"What?"

"Fine, I won't force you to sing anymore, okay?"

"What are you talking about? I was just humming the song off the cuff. What I want to tell you is that in Hong Kong, with inflation and mortgage interest rates, the more you pay, the more you lose."

Wang Fei looked at him and suddenly laughed: "What, to prove you're not living off a woman?"

Yang Che didn't even look at her: "I'm not that bored. It's fine if you don't need my money. You can have a good chat with your finance department."

"Okay, I understand."

"Speaking of which, I really need to learn some music theory from you."

"Um?"

"At your service."

"You should just sign up for a class. I can't teach you, and I'm not interested in teaching you."

"I'm talking to you about serious matters. Taking classes will only kill my talent. I don't need you to teach me. Just don't find me annoying when I ask you questions."

"Is it really necessary?"

"Of course."

Seeing that he was serious, Wang Fei found it quite amusing, but she still said, "No, just thinking about it makes me tired."

"You worthless piece of trash."

Wang Fei's expression immediately turned icy: "What did you say?"

"I'm telling you, you piece of trash, when we get home I'm going to give you a piece of my mind."

Wang Fei was taken aback and didn't say anything, but her cheeks gradually turned red.

As they were talking, the car had already driven into Jialin Garden.

After the two of them carried their suitcases and packages inside, Yang Che picked her up and threw her onto the sofa, while Wang Fei just laughed.

Then, in no time at all, we got down to business.

Wang Fei belatedly opened his eyes wide: "Damn it, a condom..."

"It's okay, I'll use it again later."

Wang Fei strongly resisted: "Um~ no way, you're kidding."

Yang Che suddenly felt bored.

Wang Fei's interest remained undiminished. She didn't care much about her boyfriend's half-dead state; that's just how men are.

She pursed her lips and tied her hair up...

"hiss!"

Yang Che, who was lying on the sofa, gasped in shock.

After a while, Wang Fei hugged his neck, then sat on his lap, looking smug.

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

Wang Fei, dressed in yoga clothes, watched her boyfriend putting on his shoes by the door, looking utterly speechless.

Yang Che raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, just cut your hair, it looks bad."

"Do you think I want to stay? I'll wait a while. I need to act like an artist during this time."

Wang Fei rolled his eyes: "Only incompetent people do this."

Yang Che chuckled: "Old Wang, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Wang Fei retorted angrily, "I don't want to say anything. Get lost."

After saying that, he turned and left.