A leisurely life starting in a bar after being reborn

"There's one more thing," President Zhao said, taking the initiative. "Mr. Fu, given your asset size and business needs, we'd like to assign you a dedicated advisor to serve you exclusively. What do you think…?"

Fu Yan thought for a moment: "Okay, you can decide on the people, but they have to be reliable."

"Don't worry, we've chosen the most capable person."

Bank Manager Zhao pressed the call button on the table, the door opened, and a woman in her thirties walked in, wearing a business suit, her hair neatly tied up, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and carrying a folder in her hand.

"Mr. Fu, this is Yang Yi, a senior consultant in our private banking department. From now on, she will be in charge of all your affairs."

Yang Yi bowed slightly: "Hello Mr. Fu, you can contact me directly for any matters concerning your real estate, vehicles, investments, or daily financial affairs."

Fu Yan nodded: "Okay, then I'll trouble Consultant Yang."

Yang Yi's gaze lingered on Xu Wenshu for a moment, but she didn't ask any further questions; she simply smiled politely.

Xu Wenshu sat beside him the whole time without saying a word.

It's not that she doesn't want to talk, it's that she can't.

She had worked on financial programs, interviewed CEOs of listed companies, and met entrepreneurs of all kinds. But none of those people combined had as much impact on her as what she witnessed today.

It's not a problem with the numbers.

It is Fu Yan's attitude.

He brought up houses, cars, and asset allocation as casually as an ordinary person ordering takeout. A second courtyard? Whatever. A shop in Houhai? Whatever. The paperwork for two cars? Whatever. Bank Manager Zhao agreed just as casually, as if saying, "I'll add an egg for you."

This is what real wealth is.

It's not about flaunting wealth or squandering it; it's about an indifference deep down—because there's so much of it that it's not worth caring about.

-

It was almost noon when I came out of the bank.

Fu Yan stretched and lit a cigarette—he didn't actually smoke much, but he wanted one since he was back in China.

"Come on, let me treat you to dinner," he said to Xu Wenshu.

"I'm not eating anymore." Xu Wenshu's voice was a little muffled.

"What's wrong?"

"Something came up at work, I have to go back."

Fu Yan looked at her and sensed something was off. She had been silent the whole time in the bank, and it was even more obvious after they came out; her eyes were darting around.

"Is something really wrong?"

"Okay." Xu Wenshu had already taken out her car keys. "You can take a taxi home yourself. Let's get together another day."

He left as soon as he finished speaking, walking much faster than usual.

Fu Yan stood at the bank entrance, unaware that the cigarette in his hand was burning down to his fingertips.

"I have a feeling... something's not right about her?"

He muttered something to himself, but couldn't figure it out. He stubbed out his cigarette, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Xiaoxiao, your brother's back. Want to have dinner together tonight?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a scream.

"Brother!!! You're back!!!"

Fu Yan moved the phone a little further away and only put it back after his sister finished shouting.

"Are you done shouting?"

"Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm! Bro, where are you? I'm coming to find you right now!"

"Don't rush, you're at school, right? I'll come find you, we can have dinner together tonight."

"No need, no need! I'll come find you! Which hotel are you at?"

Fu Yan gave her the address.

"Okay, okay! I'll be right there after class! Brother, you wait for me!"

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yan smiled.

This little sister is still just as boisterous as she was when she was little.

-

At 6 p.m., at the gate of Yenching Normal University.

Fu Yan waited at the school gate for less than three minutes before seeing a girl with a ponytail rush out.

"Brother! I'm sorry, but our professor wouldn't let us out this afternoon, I really couldn't get out!"

Fu Xiao buried her face in his chest and hugged him tightly. Then, while explaining, she took two steps back and looked him up and down.

"Brother, you've lost weight! And you look so handsome in that coat!"

"You don't get extra pocket money even if you praise me."

"Tch." Fu Xiao took his arm. "Come on, let's go eat!"

"Where to eat? You choose."

"canteen!"

Fu Yan was stunned: "The cafeteria? I've finally come back, I'll treat you to a nice meal."

"No! I just want to eat at the cafeteria!" Fu Xiao grabbed his arm and walked into the school gate. "You have no idea how long I've been craving the spicy hot pot at the cafeteria. Now that you're here, my appetite has increased, so let's go eat it."

"...What does your increased appetite have to do with whether I'm here or not?"

"With you here to keep things going, I'd be happy to add two more servings of fatty beef!"

Fu Yan was dragged into the school gate by her, and many students looked at them along the way. The sight of a tall man of 1.85 meters being dragged along by a little girl was indeed quite a contrast.

The canteen at Yenching Normal University was much more impressive than Fu Yan remembered; it was a three-story building, brightly lit.

Fu Xiao pulled him to a seat on the second floor, then took out her phone: "I'll call my roommate over, you don't mind, do you?"

"I don't mind."

"They really want to see you! I told them my brother works in the internet industry overseas and he's really cool, but they didn't believe me."

Why do you say everything?

"That's my roommate, not a stranger." Fu Xiao chuckled and looked down to send a text message.

Ten minutes later, three girls came over carrying trays.

All of them had ponytails, wore hoodies and jeans, and all looked good.

"Brother, these are my roommates, Zhao Yu, Lin Xiaoxi, and Chen Shiwen," Fu Xiao introduced them one by one. "This is my brother, Fu Yan."

The three girls all turned to look at Fu Yan.

He was 1.85 meters tall, wearing a dark gray coat and a black turtleneck sweater. His features were sharp and distinct, and there was a kind of composure in his eyes that was not for his age, but also a touch of nonchalance.

Zhao Yu spoke first, her voice a half-tone higher than usual: "Hello, Brother Fu Yan! Xiaoxiao talks about you every day!"

"Really?" Fu Yan smiled. "What was she talking about me about?"

"They say you're handsome and capable, and you make a lot of money overseas."

"Then she's half right." Fu Yan glanced at Fu Xiao.

"Which half?" Fu Xiao asked.

"The handsome half."

"...You're really good at bragging."

Lin Xiaoxi smiled with her lips pursed, while Chen Shiwen blushed and lowered her head to eat her rice, not daring to look at him.

Fu Xiao ordered a large portion of spicy hot pot and added two portions of sliced ​​beef, enjoying her meal immensely. Fu Yan ordered a bowl of noodles, listening to the chatter of the girls as he ate.

Zhao Yu asked him, "Brother Fu Yan, you've been abroad for seven years, don't you miss home?"

"Yes, I missed it, so I came back."

"So what do you plan to do after you come back?"

"I haven't decided yet, but I'll probably open a bar first."

"A bar?" The three roommates looked up at the same time.

"Yes, I'm looking for a shop in Houhai."

"Wow, that's so cool!" Chen Shiwen finally couldn't help but speak up, her face still red. "Can we go play there sometime?"

"Of course, it's free."

"real?"

"You're Xiaoxiao's roommates, so of course it's free."

Fu Xiao pointed at him with her chopsticks: "Bro, don't just offer things for free right away. Your bar hasn't even opened yet, and you're already doing favors?"

"Anyway, I'm working for myself, so I'm in charge."

The girls burst into laughter again.

The cafeteria was steaming, filled with the clatter of bowls and chopsticks mingling with laughter. Outside, it was already pitch black, and the campus streetlights cast a warm yellow glow.

As Fu Yan watched his younger sister and her roommates laughing and joking across from him, he suddenly realized that this was the life he wanted.

It's not an office building in Silicon Valley, nor is it a number on Wall Street.

It's the spicy hot pot in the cafeteria, the chatter of the girls, and the warm breath in the dry, cold air of Yanjing in winter.

He lowered his head to eat his noodles, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Fu Xiao glanced at him secretly, without saying anything, but her eyes were curved in a smile.

Her brother is back.