Chapter 39 – One Mustn’t Be Too Much Like President Mu

Ye Ziran finished the toughest problem on his workbook page, quickly completing the entire sheet.

Jiang Heng checked it over and nodded. “All correct.”

Ye Ziran’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “Popsicle, popsicle.”

They had agreed that once he finished his homework, he would get money to buy a popsicle.

Jiang Heng pulled out a stack of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, gold, diamond, and black cards from his wallet, dramatically tossing them in front of Ye Ziran.

“Pick one to swipe.” Jiang Heng recited a classic line from a novel’s main character.

Ye Ziran silently looked at the pile of cards. After a moment, he stood up and pointed at one of them. “How much is there on this card?”

“About one hundred million.” Jiang Heng glanced at it. “Should be enough.”

Ye Ziran’s expression turned serious for an instant before he sat back down.

“Let’s do another problem.” Ye Ziran jotted down an equation on paper with his pencil. “There’s one hundred million on the card. If I want to buy a two-and-a-half-yuan ice cream, how much change will the vendor give me?”

Shen Fubai knew the answer to this. “99,999,975.”

Ye Ziran lifted his gaze pensively. “No, the vendor would say, ‘I can’t afford to give you change.'”

Jiang Heng wanted to say, “Are you guys retarded?” But then he remembered Shen Fubai was his idol and held back, changing his words and softening his tone. “Are you stupid?” He said to Ye Ziran, “Just swipe two and a half yuan. Why would he need to give you change? Unless you swipe the entire hundred million.”

Ye Ziran realized he was being foolish.

But still, using a card with one hundred million on it to buy a two-and-a-half-yuan ice cream was also problematic, right?! Who would do such a thing?!

Normal people: We normal folks can’t just casually take out one hundred million.

“No thanks, you can take the card back. I’m afraid I might lose it; I can’t bear the loss.” Ye Ziran didn’t dare accept it. “Do you have any change?”

Change, something so down-to-earth, didn’t match the high status of a movie star like Jiang Heng. Even carrying around cash in hundred-yuan bills was considered vulgar. Only the red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, gold, diamond, and black cards were in line with his spending aesthetics.

Jiang Heng said, “No.”

“I do.” Shen Fubai said, rummaging through his pocket and pulling out several coins and crumpled banknotes, counting them slowly.

Ye Ziran watched, wide-eyed.

What was going on with these two? One was so high-end, and the other was so down-to-earth. Were they even living in the same world?

“Thanks, thanks. I’ll pay you back tomorrow.” Ye Ziran was quite polite. “Why do you have so much change?”

A big celebrity, actually carrying around change?

“It’s change from buying things every day.” Mostly milk tea, cola, fries, and chips…

Ye Ziran didn’t dwell on the question, taking the change and dashing out to buy ice cream.

Then Shen Fubai asked Jiang Heng, “Why do you carry so many cards with you?”

It wasn’t their first time interacting. Previously, Jiang Heng had spent money normally, using change casually, with no difference from ordinary people. How did he suddenly end up with so many cards overnight, adopting the pretentious ways of the rich, and showing signs of becoming like President Mu?

One mustn’t be too much like President Mu.

Jiang Heng fell silent for a moment.

It was inexplicably shameful and hard to admit—

Jiang Heng recently befriended a netizen named “Did Wine Get Heng’s Attention Today.”

This person was his fan, and they unexpectedly hit it off, especially after discovering they were both fans of the ‘Heng Wine’ pairing.

As their relationship deepened, they found out they were also veteran fans of BL novels.

Goodness, what predestined fate was this.

Jiang Heng immediately sent the other party several gigabytes of novel resources he had collected over the years. Good things should be shared.

The other party was deeply moved and returned the favor, sharing the novel packages they had read.

Jiang Heng discovered that their tastes in literature were surprisingly similar.

In BL novels, entertainment industry stories always occupied a significant portion. The Heng Wine pairing could roughly be divided into three types—movie emperor top x idol bottom, domineering CEO top x idol bottom, domineering CEO top x movie emperor bottom.

Domineering CEO, that was a man standing at the top of the food chain for tops.

Movie emperor, a mystical creature that could be either top or bottom.

Idol, basically always a bottom.

Jiang Heng preferred the movie emperor x idol pairing. Translating it into reality, pairing himself with his idol was incredibly thrilling.

Of course, he firmly believed he was the top.

But this netizen named Wine actually thought Yu Tang might be a top.

Yu Tang = Shen Fubai = top? So Chu Yu = Jiang Heng = bottom?

That equation couldn’t possibly hold true.

Jiang Heng and this netizen stubbornly held their own views on the top/bottom issue, each insisting that their idol was the bottom, unwilling to budge an inch.

Jiang Heng pondered it over and decided to upgrade from movie emperor top to domineering CEO top, standing at the top of the food chain, so that nobody could question him again.

He was someone who could be a domineering CEO, but became a movie emperor for the sake of idols—

Jiang Heng’s thought process was incomprehensible to Shen Fubai.

Shen Fubai didn’t know that Jiang Heng and Amber were the same person.

However, he had indeed been quite troubled lately. He and his good online sister got along in everything except for one point.

Both were fans of the ‘Heng Wine’ pairing, so they naturally discussed who was top and who was bottom. But Shen Fubai was the real deal himself; how could he admit he was a bottom? Absolutely not.

So he had to shout that Shen Fubai was the top.

But the other side just butted heads with him, insisting that Jiang Heng was.

Shen Fubai had no choice. After days of discussion without reaching a conclusion, he simply suggested skipping the topic to avoid damaging their sisterly harmony. After all, it wasn’t their concern anyway.

As for how Jiang Heng later proved who was the top in bed… cough, that was a story for another time.

At the moment, the two of them, wearing their masks, remained unaware of each other’s thoughts.

Jiang Heng couldn’t think of a reason for a long while, but then a commotion outside attracted Shen Fubai’s attention.

It seemed someone was arguing.

“What happened again?” Shen Fubai licked the popsicle in his mouth clean, threw the stick into the trash bin, and hurried out.

Jiang Heng quickly followed—

There were quite a few people outside, gathered in a circle watching the spectacle. A few individuals were split into two sides, trying to mediate and calm the situation.

On one side was Yu Xiaoxiao. She wore a thin chiffon dress, with a large blob of pink ice cream stuck to her waist, dripping water down and soaking her dress, nearly causing a wardrobe malfunction.

On the other side was Yang Yingying, who had her arm around Ye Ziran. Ye Ziran still held a cone in his hand, with the top part already knocked off. Part of it lay on the ground, crushed into a muddy mess, slowly melting under the sun.

“Sister Xiaoxiao!” Yu Xiaoxiao’s assistant was a girl in her twenties. At that moment, she was frantically asking the staff for tissues. “Where are the tissues? Quickly wipe it off. Which staff member brought in this child? Can’t you watch where you’re going? Hurry up and apologize!”

Ye Ziran pursed his lips. “I didn’t bump into her; she wasn’t paying attention to the road herself.”

That was exactly what happened. He had bought a strawberry ice cream and was excitedly running back to the lounge when Yu Xiaoxiao came out while talking on the phone. Seeing someone, Ye Ziran slowed down, but unfortunately, Yu Xiaoxiao didn’t look where she was going and turned around, causing Ye Ziran’s ice cream to fall onto her.

Yu Xiaoxiao screamed immediately, hastily apologizing to the person on the other end and hanging up the call. After hanging up, perhaps due to her position, she didn’t explode, but her face certainly didn’t look good.

The assistant started berating loudly at the first opportunity, even stomping on Ye Ziran’s ice cream.

Yang Yingying only arrived upon hearing the noise, protecting the child behind her.

“Do you still deny it? Such a young age and you’ve learned to shirk responsibility. You ruined Sister Xiaoxiao’s dress; how will you compensate?” The assistant was probably emboldened by her superior. Seeing only a third-rate actress whose fame had faded to the core of the earth and an unknown child, with all the onlookers being staff members, her voice was filled with righteousness and acidity.

She felt she was in the right and didn’t believe anyone would dare to contradict her.

Sometimes, right or wrong had nothing to do with the truth, but rather with status.

Ye Ziran refused to yield. “You also ruined my ice cream. Shouldn’t you compensate me first?”

Yu Xiaoxiao’s assistant sneered. “What’s your pathetic ice cream worth? Do you know how much Sister Xiaoxiao’s dress costs—”

Ye Ziran: I’m afraid to tell you, but it almost cost one hundred million.

“Xiaowei.” Yu Xiaoxiao, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally spoke up. She cultivated a jade woman persona and wouldn’t resort to scolding in public to avoid giving others a handle on her. Her speech was calm, but her words subtly revealed a hint of arrogance and superiority. “This is a Noble haute couture from the Fall 2018 collection, priced at 30,000 euros. But it doesn’t matter that it’s ruined. After all, I have plenty. I won’t argue with a child, but little brother, please apologize. Next time, be more careful when walking. If your parents haven’t taught you manners, then outsiders will have to step in.”

How magnanimous, generous, gentle, pure, and saintly.

Shen Fubai couldn’t help but applaud.

This was the pinnacle of pretentiousness. What was the point of those red, yellow, green, blue, purple, gold, diamond, and black cards? This kind of wealth revealed inadvertently was truly extravagant.

Are you the one? My young madam of the underworld.

“That’s right, hurry up and apologize.” Xiaowei grumbled discontentedly. “Can you even afford to compensate? It’s fortunate that Sister Xiaoxiao is kind and won’t make you pay…”

Ye Ziran: I really can afford to.

“Miss Yu.” Yang Yingying, who had been observing for a while, finally couldn’t stand it anymore. “Allow me to interrupt. I didn’t see the cause of the incident, nor do I know right from wrong, but your assistant being so aggressive toward a child is probably inappropriate. There are so many staff members here. Surely some of them witnessed what happened. Asking around would be easy. Determining it’s his fault so decisively without listening to the child’s explanation seems disrespectful.”

Xiaowei: “On what basis—”

“And you.” Yang Yingying stared straight at Xiaowei, her piercing gaze forcing the other to stop speaking. “How do you conduct yourself as an assistant? Your artist’s dress is wet, and instead of finding clothes to cover her up and sending her inside to rest, you’re making a scene in public. Are you trying to get her caught by the media in a wardrobe malfunction and make headlines tomorrow? Miss Yu, I suggest you fire this incompetent assistant immediately.”

Xiaowei: “…”

The bystanders expressed shock.

Shen Fubai: “Sister Yang is mighty.”

Jiang Heng: “Sister Yang is awesome.”