My roommate's online boyfriend won't spend any coins, but he'll give me tons of gold

Chen Zhi didn't wait for Gao Ruizhe. Gao Ruizhe had just come downstairs when Chen Zhi arrived at the airport. Driving was too slow, so he came by helicopter. He had called ahead on the way.

Someone was waiting for him at the airport: a blond, gray-eyed, well-fed FAA commissioner to greet him.

Chen Zhiye handed over his PMC credentials and asked, "Do you need to check them?"

The specialist shook his head, not daring to linger on checking the information. His fingers flew across the tablet, his attitude respectful. "Mr. Chen, the FAA has granted special approval. The airspace will be open in 15 minutes. The Gulfstream G650 is in place at apron number 5 and can take off at any time."

Chen Zhi put away his documents, nodded, and said, "Let's go."

Gao Ruizhe was a step too late and missed Chen Zhiye's plane.

With PMC privileges, flight routes are decided by a single word from him.

But since he was already there, and there was a connecting flight at daybreak, Gao Ruizhe boarded the plane using his ID, even though there were no tickets left. It was just that the plane wasn't as comfortable as the G650.

He works for Chen Zhiye PMC, so it's not a problem for him to use his position to board a plane.

Shen Sui'an was asleep on the table when Song Shiyi came back and opened the door, waking her up abruptly. Song Shiyi said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were sleeping in the dorm."

Shen Sui'an looked up, and Song Shi saw her red and swollen eyes and fell silent for a moment. Shen Sui'an was prone to crying, and in the month since she moved in, she had secretly cried several times.

Song Shiyi doesn't like to cry, and rarely does, but she understands that people who like to cry are not all psychologically weak. Some are spoiled and pampered by their families, and have developed a love of crying from childhood.

Shen Sui'an is like that.

Her resilience, however, was forged through oppression within her family of origin.

Song Shiyi handed over the ice water she had bought from the supermarket, saying, "Your eyes are a little swollen. Apply some ice water, or you won't be able to see anyone tomorrow."

Shen Sui'an looked in the mirror on the table and saw her eyes were indeed red and swollen. She took the water from Song Shiyi, feeling a little embarrassed, "You gave me the water, Shiyi, what are you going to drink?"

Song Shiyi shook her head, "It wasn't meant to be drunk in the first place."

She sprained her arm a little during dance practice today and bought ice water to prevent swelling tomorrow.

The ice water was still steaming cold. Shen Sui'an wrapped it in a towel and continued to apply it. Song Shiyi sprayed Yunnan Baiyao on the sprained area. When Shen Sui'an smelled the medicine, he felt even more guilty and returned the water wrapped in the towel. "Shiyi, you should use this to apply ice."

Song Shiyi didn't answer. "I'll rub it with Yunnan Baiyao, and it'll be fine tomorrow. You can't use any medicine on your eyes."

Shen Sui'an was so moved that her nose tingled and she felt like crying again.

There are still more good people than bad people in this world.

Gu Qingyan is the kind of person who has absolutely nothing to do with the word "good".

After applying the eye mask, her eyes were still red, but not as swollen. She hadn't danced for two days. Shen Sui'an grabbed her practice clothes, but her phone was dead, so she left it behind. Then she went to the dance studio to practice her evening routine.

It was getting late, and it was a short holiday, so there weren't many people practicing dance.

Shen Sui'an put her things down in the changing room, warmed up, and danced until almost midnight. There was no curfew in the dormitory during the short holiday.

She carefully pushed open the dormitory door, afraid of waking Song Shiyi.

Song Shiyi was still awake, watching videos in bed.

Shen Sui'an took her pajamas to take a shower, and greeted her, "Shiyi, you're still awake?"

Song Shiyi nodded.

She's had a rare holiday, so she's been sleeping very late these past two days.

Shen Sui'an only remembered that her phone wasn't charged after she finished showering, so she decided not to take it to bed and left it on the table to charge. She climbed into bed, cried, and danced, releasing all her energy, and fell asleep soon after.

Song Shiyi took out her earphones, put them on, and continued watching the video.

Shen Sui'an slept until nine o'clock.

Song Shiyi is no longer here. She was in really good spirits. Last night when I went to sleep, she was still awake.

When Shen Sui'an got out of bed, she subconsciously reached for her phone to send Tom a good morning message, only to remember that she had broken up with someone yesterday.

The phone unlocked automatically with facial recognition, and Shen Sui'an unconsciously opened WeChat.

Tom has 4 unread messages in his chat window.

Tom: [Trying to hook me?]

Tom sent a voice message, his voice extremely low, tinged with a hint of gritted teeth and displeasure: "If you're going to fish, then fish properly. What's the meaning of packing up after two days? Dive fishing? Get back here and keep fishing."

I don't know why he typed more later.

Tom: [You better not be a womanizer, or I'll kill him, and then I'll get you.]

Tom: [I'll pretend I never received your message above.]

When Chen Zhiye sent the last two messages, he was just getting on a helicopter. The wind was too strong, so it wasn't a good time to send voice messages.

Despite his fierce threats, Shen Sui'an was not afraid. Holding her phone, a sudden surge of hot, sour tears welled up in her eyes, and her eyelids, which had already subsided, became red again.

Hot tears welled up and blurred her vision in the blink of an eye, turning the words on the screen into a patchwork of broken light. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her sobs.

But the bitterness and grievance that spread from the bottom of her heart finally broke through her defenses. Tears fell on the screen, blurring the edges of the words and extinguishing her last bit of stubbornness.

With red and swollen eyes, Shen Sui'an went to the dance studio with her bag on her back. She bought bread and yogurt at the supermarket for breakfast and lunch, and practiced dancing all day.

Gu Qingyan had an agreement drafted in advance, and he personally reviewed every clause. It was all in Shen Sui'an's favor, with the only condition being that she follow him.

He was fairly satisfied, confident that he hadn't treated Shen Sui'an unfairly, and that he would give her the best life.

He felt this was the safest approach.

He uses clear and transparent benefits to win someone over. He disdains those superficial sentiments. Rather than tentatively approaching and cautiously maintaining a relationship, he prefers to lay out everything he can offer: the best accommodation, the top dance teacher, and the smoothest path to fame.

He was certain that these things could smooth over any hesitation and make her willingly stay by his side.

Gu Qingyan closed the agreement. In his mind, the relationship between people should be based on equal exchange.

It's time.

Gu Qingyan instructed his assistant to cancel all his social engagements for the evening, and left the company with several contracts. Just as he was about to step out of the office, his phone rang.

The caller ID showed Meng Shuyi.

Gu Qingyan frowned slightly. His assistant offered to get him the file folder so he could answer the phone.

Gu Qingyan said no, and swiped to answer the call with one hand, "Feed..."

"Ayan."

Meng Shuyi's voice was gentle and her tone intimate, "It's a rare holiday, so don't just focus on work. Come out and have dinner with me, and then we'll go see a movie. There are a few movies showing recently, and I've heard they're all pretty good."

Gu Qingyan said, "I'm sorry, I have something very important to take care of tonight, so I can't stay with you."

His tone was serious, and Meng Shuyi believed him. Understandingly, she said, "Okay then, let's meet tomorrow. You won't still be busy tomorrow, will you?"

Gu Qingyan thought for a moment. He had deliberately canceled his social engagements for the next two days. He had originally planned to spend time with Shen Sui'an after she signed the agreement, but since he didn't have any free time in the evening, he nodded and said, "I don't have any work to do tomorrow night."

Meng Shuyi: "Then it's settled."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Qingyan got into the car to go back. He carefully placed the file bag on the seat next to him. It was eight o'clock in the evening, and he had one hour left.

Gu Qingyan arrived at Yujiang No. 1 Mansion at 8:30.

The car drove into the underground parking garage.

He got out of the car seemingly calmly, but his pace actually quickened slightly.