Chapter 4: Embracing the Golden Brick

Unrequited love is truly tormenting, yet it suits a man like Chen Hai, who is somewhat reserved yet passionate. He is not a paragon of virtue; when he is alone at night, he engages in activities that every man would do. At those moments, the image of Xiao Meiting fills his mind. Remarkably, in this rebirth, he has encountered her by chance, and time has advanced. As the saying goes, "A woman three years older is like a gold brick." This time, will he be able to embrace this gold brick?

"Are you still a student?" Xiao Meiting finally withdrew her gaze and started the car

"Mom, if this were the first time, I would definitely support you, but how many times has this been? I know what you want to say. Mom, give me a week, and I will make you feel at ease, completely at ease!" Chen Hai's impassioned speech left Zhou Dahong wide-eyed: "What... what have you been doing outside?"

Chen Hai has his own plans. Wearing a sandbag vest provides at least a layer of protection, and it can also inject a bit of psychological strength into himself. When charging forward, it helps to reduce psychological barriers. If he hesitates even slightly, this rare opportunity might slip through his fingers. How many more chances do he and the * book * have?

The woman ran quite fast. When saying goodbye, she didn't even glance at Chen Hai, watching as the small car swiftly disappeared from her sight. Chen Hai let out a sigh, not expecting that Xiao Meiting's starting point was so high. Time had rolled back sixteen years, and she was still not in the same social class as him. That air of arrogance nearly suffocated him. However, fortunes change; matters between men and women are unpredictable. Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west.

Chen Hai remained silent. His father left early, and his mother often said that there was no man in the family to protect her. Therefore, when he was young, Zhou Dahong made a firm decision to send him to a martial arts school for three years. However, due to financial reasons, he could not continue afterward. Nevertheless, this provided Chen Hai with a solid foundation. As for the strength in his hands, he had been doing heavy labor alongside Zhou Dahong since childhood, and his strength was cultivated from a young age.

"Are you working?" Chen Hai did not intentionally respond slowly, but this only heightened Xiao Meiting's curiosity about him. However, her tone when asking was akin to that of an older sister inquiring about her younger brother, which made Chen Hai feel somewhat uncomfortable. Chen Hai shook his head and said, "I am currently looking for a job; I just graduated"

Chen Hai was sweating profusely, thinking that his mother's imagination was a bit too strong: "Don't overthink it, Mom. I have some matters to attend to these days, so please don't put pressure on me. Work-related issues will be postponed for now. Mom, I'm hungry; please go ahead and prepare dinner."

Seeing Chen Hai's determined demeanor, Zhou Dahong was taken aback. Chen Hai walked into his room and shut the door behind him. He threw himself onto the wooden bed, which could not withstand the sudden pressure and let out a creaking sound in protest. Chen Hai closed his eyes, swallowing repeatedly. Time passed slowly, and the plan was about to become a reality. Seizing the right moment was crucial, especially since the other party was armed; he had to protect himself.

"Do you know kung fu?" Xiao Meiting suddenly asked

Zhou Dahong uttered in his sleep: "You little rascal!"

My name is Xiao Meiting. Today, Xiao Meiting is wearing a pair of blue jeans that fit her well. Although she is sitting, her legs appear very long. The jeans are tightly wrapped around her slender and graceful legs, creating a beautiful impression that immediately stirs a ripple in Chen Hai's heart. Men often have more fantasies about women with beautiful legs.

This woman is as arrogant and strong-willed as ever, yet it is precisely this tenacity that makes Chen Hai unable to resist her. It is akin to someone who enjoys eating spicy food; even when the spice brings tears to their eyes, they still crave it, willingly seeking out the pain, yet finding joy in the experience.

No. Chen Hai knew that Xiao Meiting was three years older than him. When he first encountered her, she was already the president of a film and television company. He had met her several times due to business, but it was evident that he had not left a deep impression on her. However, she had already made a profound mark in his heart

Here we go again, the lines never change, how many years has it been, always the same routine. Chen Hai sat beside his mother, coldly watching her self-directed performance. Seeing her son's "cold-blooded" reaction, Zhou Dahong sniffed and concluded, "You heartless one, you don't even know how to comfort me a little."

Chen Hai rushed out of the room, and indeed, Zhou Dahong was cooking. She felt a bit annoyed at her son's indifference, chopping vegetables with extra force, making a loud "bang bang" sound. "Mom, do me a favor"

After finishing the meal, Zhou Dahong was nagging while quickly sewing with a needle and thread. She really couldn't understand what her son was up to, insisting on making a sandbag that resembled a vest, something he could wear. She also had no idea where he had gotten so much sand, a whole bucket full.

Xiao Meiting was somewhat surprised; the young man before her appeared younger than herself, yet there seemed to be a sense of maturity reflected in his expression and eyes. This contradictory feeling... Xiao Meiting smiled slightly, a smile that seemed a bit indifferent, the kind of polite smile that, to put it bluntly, lacked sincerity, a formulaic one.

Zhou Dahong fell asleep, and Chen Hai cautiously approached, draping a garment over his mother: "Mother, you have worked hard. I will trouble you for these few days. Rest assured, I will ensure you live a good life in the future"

When Chen Hai returned home, the front door was open. His mother had moved a stool and was sitting on it, directly facing the door. Seeing this setup, Chen Hai knew that a scene of wailing and lamentation was inevitable

From such a close distance, Xiao Meiting belongs to the category of exquisite beauties. Her smooth face and delicate skin make one want to reach out and touch it immediately. She has large eyes, a small yet prominent nose, and her full red lips radiate a cherry-like brilliance, resembling cherries adorned with droplets of water. Chen Hai swallowed hard, and as he turned his head, Xiao Meiting unabashedly scrutinized him, as if he should be subject to her unrestrained gaze simply for getting into her car. In Xiao Meiting's eyes, he appeared very young, younger than herself, wearing a very ordinary T-shirt, yet it was neat and clean. His face was also quite handsome, especially that nose, which was very straight, and beneath his sword-like eyebrows, his eyes were now shining with a different brilliance. Unfortunately, he still seemed a bit too immature.

Indeed, as Chen Hai just stepped in, Zhou Dahong exclaimed with a cry, "Oh my little ancestor, it hasn't been easy for me to raise you! How could you treat me this way? If your deceased father knew about this, he wouldn't be able to close his eyes even in the grave..."

Not waiting for Chen Hai's response, the bus stop arrived earlier than expected. What a pity, Chen Hai pinched himself, wondering why this journey felt so short. Xiao Meiting's car came to a stop: "We've arrived, just wait here for a moment, goodbye!"