Part 2
And now, drinking alcohol, he could feel a coziness impossible to experience in the apocalypse.
Only, safety and tranquility had become the norm, and such comfort seemed unable to satisfy his heart. Lin Jinghang actually felt a bit bored. It wasn’t as interesting as listening to music in a nightclub, watching beautiful women, and watching the amusement of those novel characters…
It was more fun hanging out with Zhao Zeyang.
After Lin Jinghang reached this conclusion, he started thinking about a new problem: Zhao Zeyang scolding him and banning him from the nightclub absolutely couldn’t be settled just because of an explosion. He wanted Zhao Zeyang to come crawling back and beg him on his knees.
“Young Master.”
The maid who had attended him all night brought a fresh ice bucket and news from downstairs. “Young Master, a distinguished guest has arrived.”
Lin Jinghang turned a deaf ear. He looked down at the goblet, raised it toward the clouds in the sky, and asked, “How can I dominate this world immediately?”
“…”
The maid didn’t dare to speak.
As someone born a commoner, upon learning that the family had a fake young master and the real young master was also born in the slums, the maid had once fantasized about what she would do if such good fortune happened to her.
Almost surprisingly—she would enjoy life as a rich lady.
So, her young master muttering about wanting to dominate the world wasn’t a joke.
“It seems… the simplest way is to inherit your father’s business.”
“Mn.”
The maid sincerely praised this statement.
She had been educated since childhood that the Federation was a collection of democracy, freedom, and equality. But after coming to District 1, she realized textbooks were lies; reality was still a world where bloodlines inherited noble status.
“Who is the current President?”
Maid: “?”
Is there anyone who doesn’t know who the Federation President is?
Lin Jinghang stayed quiet for half a second. He took out his phone to search, but unexpectedly received a hot search notification from BlueBook.
#WenRongShiYeWedding#
#FallingInLoveWithWenRongYouAreBlessed#
“He’s that popular, huh.”
He clicked on the news and found the entire article was praising Wen Rong, with thousands of people agreeing in the comments.
Lin Jinghang muttered softly, “Idiots. Still living too happily. If they had experienced the apocalypse, they wouldn’t be bewildered by a pretty face.”
Then, he downed the wine in the goblet in one gulp and walked back to his room.
Strangely, the moment he left, a cloud in the sky quickly dissipated, and sunlight sprinkled onto the villa once again.
Netizens on BlueBook were enthusiastic about writing skits for Wen Rong and Shi Ye. Even though Shi Ye had released a statement saying “Wen Rong and I are just ordinary friends,” netizens declared, “It doesn’t matter, we’ll ship ours anyway.”
And in this fiery, ambiguous atmosphere, some people sang a different tune.
[Shi Ye can’t be with Wen Rong. The Shi family has married the eldest daughters of political families for generations, without exception. He’s just playing around with Wen Rong at most.]
[Besides, Wen Rong is a guy; he can’t have children! The prerequisite for Shi Ye to inherit the Shi family is that there must be an heir.]
[Can’t they adopt?]
[How can adoption compare to one’s own flesh and blood? Who knows if an adopted child has poor genes.]
[Doesn’t the Shi family have another…?]
[No, no, the Shi family heir must have Shi Ye’s genes, otherwise it’s a waste.]
[Support. The toxic solos pretending to be CP fans while arguing is hilarious. Shi Ye’s genes would be a waste, but Wen Rong’s genes wouldn’t be?]
[My son should find a beautiful daughter-in-law and have two or three peerlessly beautiful children. Shi Ye can step aside.]
[Why argue about this nonsense? Isn’t the biggest issue that the election is approaching, and the Shi family must build ties with the Wang family to maintain their current status?]
[So what if Shi Ye likes Wen Rong? For family status, he’ll have to beg to marry one of the Wang family’s daughters.]
Very well said.
It’s a pity that if the Wang family were really that powerful, he wouldn’t be so troubled right now.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock on the door.
Lin Jinghang was annoyed. “I said without my permission, no one is allowed to—”
His voice cut off abruptly when he saw Wang Sichen.
“You said you were preparing a surprise for me. I waited all day and heard nothing.”
“…”
Lin Jinghang had almost forgotten about that.
After making the bet with Wen Rong, he thought Wen Rong would definitely lose, so he had messaged Wang Sichen saying “I’ll send you a gift tonight.”
Wang Sichen naturally didn’t care about this “surprise.” Looking at Lin Jinghang’s expression, he guessed the gist of it and changed the subject. “School starts next week. I plan to give you a car so it’s convenient for you to get in and out of school.”
“Thank you, Uncle.”
Lin Jinghang became happy again.
This “Little Uncle” of his was really good to him. When he first arrived, the Wang parents insisted on protecting Wang Allen to the death. Only this Little Uncle acknowledged his identity first and gave him a bank card, telling him to spend as he pleased.
Although the System could exchange for money, this material wealth voluntarily given by someone else provided Lin Jinghang with an extra dose of emotional value—something he never had in the apocalypse.
“I heard you quarreled with Zhao Zeyang?”
Lin Jinghang’s happiness came to a screeching halt. “You came to find me just to ask about this?”
“I haven’t won over the Shi family yet, so don’t fight with Zhao Zeyang for the time being. His family controls the Federation’s largest media company and has significant influence on public opinion.”
So annoying.
Clearly, I am the protagonist. Why does everything go wrong?
“I know you don’t like Zhao Zeyang. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t have been expelled from Floriman Academy back then.”
Wang Sichen patted Lin Jinghang’s shoulder. “Wait until I become President; I’ll help you deal with him.”
“I—”
Wang Sichen interrupted Lin Jinghang. “Among all the children in the Wang family, I think most highly of you. Uncle doesn’t have a son; in the future, you will be my heir.”
Lin Jinghang’s emotions boiled over, obtaining an unprecedented pleasure.
Aside from what Wang Sichen brought him, there was another part: his thoughts just now coincided perfectly with Wang Sichen’s words.
Wait—
He suddenly remembered that in the novel, the trigger for Wang Sichen becoming President was the assassination and immediate death of the previous President.
Since he has to die anyway, why couldn’t it be a little earlier?
“What are you thinking?”
Lin Jinghang shook his head, his eyes full of impatience.
Meanwhile, Wen Rong put on a long-sleeved shirt, placing his short clothes at the bottom of the luggage bag and the thick clothes on top.
He was going back to Floriman Academy. It was still deep winter there, so he would need to wear thick clothes after getting off the plane.
Packing complete, he planned to say goodbye to Shi Ye.
Wen Rong walked downstairs and saw the old butler. He greeted him politely and asked, “Has Shi Ye come back from training?”
Shi Ye would train even when there were no matches. It was like that at school, so Wen Rong asked specifically.
“Young Master played tennis all night last night. He hasn’t woken up yet.”
“Ah? Playing for that long?”
The old butler smiled. “He played with Young Master Zhou. The two have been like this since childhood; neither refuses to yield to the other when competing.”
Wen Rong checked the time. The flight took off at 5:00 PM. It was only 11:00 AM now, still early, so there was no rush to tell Shi Ye immediately.
So Wen Rong thanked the old butler and went upstairs, intending to return to his room and wait for Shi Ye to wake up.
Click—
Passing a door, the sound of a lock suddenly clicked.
Just as Wen Rong turned his head, bam—the door slammed shut heavily. He didn’t even see who was inside.
Wen Rong: ?
Click—
The door opened again, revealing a crack.
An eye immediately appeared. “Good morning.”
It was Shi Ye’s voice.
A bit strange, but Wen Rong guessed Shi Ye might be hiding behind the door because he wasn’t wearing clothes.
Skipping over these unimportant details, Wen Rong got straight to the point. “I’m going back to school today. The flight is this afternoon.”
“I’ll have the driver take you to the airport.”
“Thank you.” After expressing his thanks, Wen Rong asked politely, “When are you returning to school?”
“Me… I’ll be a few days.”
Click—
Another sound of a door opening rang out behind him.
Wen Rong turned his head curiously. Before he could see clearly who it was, he was met with a cold interrogation: “What’s all the noise so early in the morning?”
Wen Rong couldn’t help but wonder, is my voice very loud?
Also, is it morning right now?
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