Chapter 29: How Do I Use This?

"Are you looking forward to it?" Su Wanqing asked.

He shook his head frantically. Not shaking his head? Was he courting death?

"No. I want to study law in the future; I can't do anything illegal! Wherever you go to school, I’ll follow you."

"No, you must go to Yun University!"

"Why? That’s so unreasonable. Only by staying away from Yutong can I make her give up on me sooner!"

"No. If you like Yutong more, I will step aside."

"That’s entrapment, it’s not fair!"

"That’s a test for you!"

"That's not how it works!" Liang Jiyong argued.

"If I meet a boy who moves me more, I’ll dump you too!"

"Which fool would dare to snatch my girlfriend?"

"I’m not your private property!" Su Wanqing protested indignantly.

"I am your private property, so you have to keep me!"

"I don't want to. Since you're my private property, I have the right to give you away!"

"You only have the right of use, not the right of disposal!"

Su Wanqing spat in feigned disgust upon hearing this.

The argument reached no conclusion.

After taking Su Wanqing home, Liang Jiyong was startled the moment he opened the door. Di Yutong was in the living room, her face deathly pale.

"Damn, you scared the life out of me!"

"Coward. It's a face mask, haven't you ever seen one?"

Di Yutong lay on the sofa with her legs in the air, her loungewear lifted, revealing long, fair legs. Fortunately, she was wearing leggings underneath.

Liang Jiyong felt a wave of frustration; with Di Yutong here, there would be no chance tonight.

"The mooncakes are on the table. My mom was just asking for you," Di Yutong said to Su Wanqing.

"Oh."

Su Wanqing replied, her mood dampened. Perhaps seeing Di Yutong had stirred up memories.

As Su Wanqing went to shower, Di Yutong called out to Liang Jiyong, "San-zi, peel me an apple!"

"Who are you calling San-zi?" Liang Jiyong glared at her.

"I am the 'third party' here, do you want it or not?"

Liang Jiyong was speechless.

"Golden apples in the morning, silver at noon, poisonous at night. Don't eat apples at night. I'll peel you an orange instead!"

"Fine!" Di Yutong nodded while patting her face.

After peeling the orange, Liang Jiyong handed it to her. Di Yutong said, "My hands are wet, feed me!"

Liang Jiyong felt that if Su Wanqing saw this, she would definitely be uncomfortable, and he really should keep his distance from Di Yutong.

"Don't push your luck. Help yourself!"

"If you don't feed me, I'm going to scream!"

"Scream what? Let me hear it!"

"Harassment!" Di Yutong whispered.

"Heh, do you think Wanqing would believe that?" Liang Jiyong laughed.

"What about this..."

Di Yutong lifted one leg and rested it on Liang Jiyong's lap.

His breathing grew ragged in an instant. Liang Jiyong gritted his teeth to keep from crying out.

"Ah!" Di Yutong opened her mouth wide!

"Take your foot away. I'll feed you, okay?"

If Su Wanqing had walked in on that, he would never be able to explain himself.

When Su Wanqing came out of the shower, Di Yutong had already finished the orange and gone to the bathroom to wash her face, looking quite satisfied.

Then, the two beauties went upstairs. Su Wanqing glanced back and saw the resentful look on Liang Jiyong’s face, offering only a sympathetic smile.

Liang Jiyong went to the bathroom to shower, but suddenly noticed a pair of large-sized undergarments hanging there—they were Di Yutong's!

He finished his shower in a hurry and left Su Wanqing's house. Upon returning home, his older brother was being interrogated by their mother—needless to say, it was all about his future sister-in-law.

...

The next day at noon, Liang Jiyong went to a bakery to order a cake and bought a pendant at a jewelry store.

It was a purple jade star-and-moon pendant, costing only eight hundred yuan.

According to Liang Jiyong's memory and knowledge, this kind of mid-to-high-end jade would be worth at least a hundred thousand in twenty or thirty years.

An appreciation of over a hundredfold, though the time span was quite long. Still, if one had spare money, buying and holding onto these items was wise, as they wouldn't deteriorate over time.

Tuesday, September 24th, the seventeenth day of the eighth lunar month—Su Wanqing's birthday.

At noon, when Su Wanqing was heading to the cafeteria, Liang Jiyong stopped her.

"It's your birthday today, don't ruin your appetite with that cafeteria food. Let's go out to eat!"

Su Wanqing hesitated. "Didn't we say we'd go out this afternoon?"

"Yutong, Lin Chao, and the others are coming this afternoon. I'm celebrating your birthday at noon!"

"Alright." Su Wanqing hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"What do you want to eat?" Liang Jiyong asked.

"Noodles!"

"Huh? Just that?"

"I want to eat tomato and egg noodles, the ones you made last time!"

Liang Jiyong nodded with a chuckle.

"Okay, let's head home. Do we have the ingredients?"

"No, we'll buy tomatoes and eggs first. We have noodles at home..."

Liang Jiyong went to get his motorcycle and carried a small satchel containing Su Wanqing's most valuable possession—the bulky mobile phone.

That thing cost at least fifteen thousand yuan now, though Su Wanqing rarely used it; Liang Jiyong used it more often.

They bought tomatoes, eggs, and a bunch of handmade noodles at the local fresh market.

After bringing Su Wanqing home, she went to shower, and Liang Jiyong entered the kitchen, put on an apron, and began to cook.

Tomato and egg noodles were simple and convenient.

A dozen minutes later, Su Wanqing appeared at the kitchen door.

"Wait a moment, it's almost ready." Liang Jiyong glanced at Su Wanqing, who was wearing a silk bathrobe, and couldn't help but recall that night—the unfastening of the belt, the silky sensation.

"Enjoy the silkiness." Right, flowers and chocolate! How could he have forgotten? What an idiot!

Su Wanqing didn't speak, just watched Liang Jiyong busy in the kitchen.

She walked over, hugged Liang Jiyong from behind, and pressed against his back.

Feeling the warmth of Su Wanqing's body, Liang Jiyong wanted to turn around.

"You smell, go take a shower!"

"Mm."

Everything was understood without words.

"After a full meal, one thinks of carnal desires"—that saying was absolutely true.

Once they had tasted the sweetness, after finishing the tomato and egg noodles, Su Wanqing and Liang Jiyong tacitly returned to the room, where "Für Elise" began to play once more.

The classic scene seemed to repeat itself; amidst the dance steps, the robe slipped down.

Even though they had already been intimate, Liang Jiyong's breathing grew rapid instantly.

At that moment, Liang Jiyong took out the purple jade pendant and placed it around Su Wanqing's neck.

"Happy birthday!" he said, kissing her.

"It's beautiful, thank you. I love it!" Su Wanqing looked at the star-and-moon pendant, her expression soft.

"Teacher Su, can the exam begin?" Liang Jiyong whispered in her ear.

"Mm."

Liang Jiyong wouldn't let momentary pleasure overshadow the hidden dangers or the potential harm to Su Wanqing.

"Where did you hide it?"

"Guess. If you can't find it, you aren't allowed to..."

Liang Jiyong looked impatient—at a time like this, she was saying that!

As if his detective skills from ten years as a criminal investigator had been revived, he quickly searched the room.

"It's definitely in this room!"

"Mm!"

It couldn't be in the drawers or the wardrobe, as Di Yutong might accidentally find it.

Since there were no other hidden spots in the bedroom, there was only one possibility.

Liang Jiyong lifted the mattress.

Sure enough, it was neatly tucked underneath—a memory Su Wanqing wanted to cherish for a lifetime!

"You, you're really something!"

Su Wanqing hadn't expected him to find it in just a few seconds!

"I have even more impressive skills!" Liang Jiyong looked at her.

Su Wanqing lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, then asked curiously, "How do you use this?"

"This..." Liang Jiyong was about to answer but suddenly realized a problem, so he shook his head. "I've never used it. There's an instruction manual in the box..."

"Oh, I threw it away..." Su Wanqing said hurriedly.

"Uh, well, let's study it together then!"

Liang Jiyong wasn't in a hurry now. These moments might one day become precious memories for both of them.

Looking at Su Wanqing's slightly parted lips, Liang Jiyong had a wicked thought but didn't act on it, because he couldn't bear to profane her.

Even in bed, she remained as pure as a little fairy!

With two successful experiences, this act of love was nearing perfection.

"Jiyong, we're going to be late..." Su Wanqing hadn't forgotten that they had class in the afternoon.

"Wanqing!"

"Mm..."

A perfect union of soul and body!

Su Wanqing’s face was flushed, her breathing shallow. Resting on Liang Jiyong’s chest, she murmured weakly, "Fifty points, failing grade!"

Liang Jiyong smiled. "I'll aim for a passing grade next time!"

...

"Is my face very red?" Su Wanqing asked on the way back to the classroom.

"Not very, just a little bit!"

"Ah, what should I do?" Su Wanqing felt so shy!

"It's fine, don't worry, it's normal..."

Just as they were talking, Zhang Jixiang ran over in a hurry.

"Wanqing, where did you go? I've been looking for you all noon!"

Su Wanqing's good mood was instantly ruined.

"I don't need to report my whereabouts to the class monitor, do I?"

"I—I didn't mean it that way. Happy birthday! This is a gift for you. Look, I picked it out at Jin Yu Pavilion. It's pure gold, it symbolizes..."

Zhang Jixiang pulled out a transparent package containing a tacky pendant—a heart shape with the word "LOVE" engraved on it.

"No thank you, I don't like wearing things like that!" Su Wanqing said, pulling Liang Jiyong by the hand toward the classroom.

Zhang Jixiang's face turned livid.

"He's just a bottom-tier student! What's so good about him? You two have no future!" Zhang Jixiang shouted.

Liang Jiyong clenched his fists, wanting to beat him up!

"Don't fight!" Su Wanqing pulled on his hand.

She took a deep breath, stopped, and turned to look at Zhang Jixiang.

"Zhang Jixiang, listen clearly: stop wasting your time and energy on me. I will never like a boy of your type, never. I don't want to affect my studies by dating right now, but even if I were to date, I would only choose Liang Jiyong. His grades might be worse than yours, but in my heart, he is a thousand, ten thousand times more important than you! Please stop using these boring methods to interfere with my studies!"

"You—you! What can he give you? Aside from fighting, what else can he do? This pure gold pendant I bought you cost three hundred yuan. Can a poor guy like him afford that?"

"Idiot!"

Liang Jiyong didn't even have the urge to hit him anymore.

"Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling..." A harsh sound suddenly erupted.

The mobile phone was usually locked in the dorm and only turned on in the evenings, but since they had come straight from home and it was late, he hadn't left it in the dorm.

Few people knew the number, and there was no caller ID. Liang Jiyong opened his satchel and pressed the answer button.

"Hello? Lao Liang, can... you hear... me?"

The voice on the other end was intermittent!

"Lin Chao, what are you saying? Speak louder, the signal isn't good..." Liang Jiyong pulled out the antenna.

He used to think the scenes on TV of people shouting into these phones about bad signals were fake, but the signal really was poor.

"Oh, right, I forgot, I forgot to pull out the antenna. This is the phone I just bought, I just got the number, and I just paid for it..."

Lin Chao said a few things, agreed on a time to meet that evening, and hung up.

After hanging up, Liang Jiyong was stunned to find a dozen people gathered around.

That fellow Zhang Jixiang had already disappeared.

He had just claimed Liang Jiyong couldn't afford a three-hundred-yuan pendant, but this phone cost fifteen thousand, and the monthly bill was five or six hundred.

Though it wasn't his, Zhang Jixiang didn't know that.

And Liang Jiyong could afford one; he just didn't think it was necessary.

Several classmates and underclassmen who knew Liang Jiyong gathered around curiously.

Seeing Su Wanqing walking away, Liang Jiyong dealt with the curious onlookers and caught up with her.

"That guy is so annoying!" Su Wanqing was still feeling upset.

"He really is."

"So irritating!" Su Wanqing sighed.

"Heh, I think he's tired of living!" Liang Jiyong narrowed his eyes.

Although Su Wanqing was bound to have many suitors given her beauty and temperament, idiots like Zhang Jixiang who thought so highly of themselves made him harbor hidden resentment.

However, Liang Jiyong wouldn't resolve things with his fists so easily now, because fists weren't always the answer!

Zhang Jixiang didn't know that his stupidity had planted the seeds of his own downfall.

That was a story for another time. Before returning to the classroom, Liang Jiyong turned off the phone.

After class in the afternoon, Liang Jiyong took Su Wanqing, along with Zhu Qianyun, Miao Xiaotong, Zou Wenlong, and his friend Zhao Bin, to the nearby roller skating rink—the same one where he had fought last time.

Di Yutong went too, along with Lin Chao, Zhang Ning, and Peng Yuan.

All three brought their girlfriends. Peng Yuan’s girlfriend was a classmate from the old Red Flag Factory.

Lin Chao’s girlfriend looked to be in her early twenties, quite pretty, with a great figure. Lin Chao claimed she was an internal staff member at his company—the guy hadn't been a boss for long before he started abusing his power.

Zhang Ning’s girlfriend was quite pretty and had a nice temperament, but Liang Jiyong couldn't help but feel she was a slightly inferior version of Su Wanqing.

Perhaps Zhang Ning had used Su Wanqing as a standard, but that kind of temperament wasn't easy to find, so he had to settle for a diluted version.

Liang Jiyong naturally wouldn't point this out.

Since it was Su Wanqing's birthday, they hadn't coordinated, and ended up with three cakes, all of them quite large.

Liang Jiyong bought a twelve-inch one with "My Heart Will Go On" written on it in English.

Di Yutong bought a slightly smaller one that said: "Long live our friendship, forever eighteen!"

The most extravagant was Lin Chao, who brought a sixteen-inch, double-layered fruit and ice cream cake, which must have cost over a hundred yuan.

They certainly couldn't finish all of it, but they had reinforcements.

Xu Zifeng, the district mayor’s son whom they had met last time, showed up with seven or eight classmates to join the fun.

Eating cake, roller skating, and drinking soda—this was what a young person's life was all about.

While chatting, Lin Chao handed a card to Liang Jiyong.

"There's 165,000 in here. Peng Yuan and Zichen have 30,000 each in it. You didn't invite me to play in this investment of yours—that's not very loyal!"