Yan Shouyi was satisfied with Long Feicheng's call of "Foster Father," which was a reward for his success.
He hooked a finger, and Long Feicheng quickly leaned in, cupping his ear.
This was a major event concerning his future, so he had to be serious.
Yan Shouyi lowered his voice and whispered in Long Feicheng's ear, "Lu Caiwei said if you could be as handsome as me, she'd marry you immediately!"
"Huh?"
Long Feicheng pulled his head back, keeping a distance from Yan Shouyi, and eyed him suspiciously. "Did Caiwei really say that? I think you son of a bitch is lying to me."
Yan Shouyi shrugged. "Is it that obvious?"
"The main reason is your words have a fatal flaw, Brother Yan," Long Feicheng said with a straight face. "Firstly, you're not even half as handsome as me."
"Get lost!"
Yan Shouyi laughed and pushed Long Feicheng, not angry at all, because he had already gotten a "Foster Father" from him for free.
Indeed, men die as boys, but the "boyishness" of men today is different from before.
In the past, young people would meet their friends' children and say, "Call me brother, not uncle! Calling me uncle makes me feel old!"
Now, young people meet their friends' children and say, "Call me grandpa, not uncle! If you call me uncle, I'll be furious with you!"
They say men are competitive. When it comes to who is the father and who is the son, men can never decide a winner, but they can be happy for a whole week if they gain even a slight advantage.
After a while of fooling around, Yan Shouyi noticed that Old Jin and Weng Qianxiang still had worried expressions on their faces.
So he put away his smile and asked, "Did something happen to you guys?"
Weng Qianxiang pointed at Old Jin. "It's Old Jin. He recently chatted with an online friend. They were chatting intensely before, but now he suddenly can't get in touch with her. We're worried for him."
Yan Shouyi sat down beside Old Jin. Seeing Old Jin staring blankly at his phone, he couldn't help but shake his head. "What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it? Old Jin, do you know why she suddenly stopped replying?"
Old Jin sighed. "I sent her a photo."
Long Feicheng snorted, then patted Old Jin's shoulder. "That's where you went wrong. With your looks, how could you casually send photos to someone?"
Old Jin suddenly became agitated, grabbing Long Feicheng's hand. "I know! That's why I sent your photo!"
"...My photo?" Long Feicheng was stunned at first, then fell silent.
Yan Shouyi and Weng Qianxiang, on the side, were holding back their laughter with all their might but still tried to remain calm, gently comforting him. "Little Long, it's not your fault. It's not your fault for having such an unlucky face... Hahaha!"
As they spoke, the two could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.
Just as Long Feicheng was about to retort, Old Jin's phone suddenly beeped.
The eyes of the four men were immediately drawn to it. Old Jin exclaimed excitedly, "She replied to me!"
"Quick, see what she said!" Weng Qianxiang leaned in, his curiosity piqued.
In the chat window, a line of text appeared: "Bro, sorry, I thought you were a girl."
The three of them were instantly stunned.
Old Jin, in particular, was petrified.
After a pause, Weng Qianxiang asked, "Old Jin, after chatting with her for so long, you didn't know she was a man?"
Old Jin remained silent for a moment. "...We called each other 'baby'."
"Don't your profiles show your gender?"
"This app hides all personal information. It's all about the thrill..."
"It truly is thrilling..." Weng Qianxiang's face was full of speechless exasperation.
The person who designed this app was truly malicious.
It was hard not to suspect that the designer created such an app purely to satisfy their own twisted sense of humor.
Long Feicheng comforted him, "Old Jin, don't be too sad. Tonight, we'll go for a walk alone in the alley and get a haircut at the salon we haven't visited in a long time. That should help you forget about it."
Huh?
Yan Shouyi glanced at Long Feicheng.
Is that how "walking alone in the alley" is interpreted?
I suspect you guys are hinting at something, but I have no proof...
Old Jin shook his head.
It was clear that Old Jin truly cared about this relationship, as even the thought of "walking alone in the alley" couldn't calm him down.
But who could blame him, the other party was a man!
Just then, Old Jin's phone rang again.
Everyone looked closely, their eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
[Actually... a man isn't impossible. As the saying goes, "If two hearts are long for each other, does it matter if they are of the same sex or opposite sex?"]
"Holy cow!" Long Feicheng covered his eyes. "I can't take it, it's too much for my eyes!"
Old Jin, with trembling hands, replied: "Big brother, I'm not gay!"
Less than three seconds later, the other party suddenly transferred ten thousand yuan to Old Jin, with the accompanying message: "You can be."
"This brother is also a man of passion!" Long Feicheng turned his head and said, "Old Jin, why don't you just go for it?"
"Scram!"
Old Jin said irritably, "I sent your photo to him. If anyone's going, it's you!"
"Uh oh..."
Long Feicheng was naturally unwilling to sell his body. After all, his body and heart already belonged to Lu Caiwei.
At least, that's what he believed.
So, Long Feicheng looked at Weng Qianxiang. "Old Weng, why don't you disguise yourself as me and go meet him? I'll charge a portrait rights fee of ten thousand yuan, and you can split the rest with Old Jin, how about that?"
"I think you're dreaming!" Weng Qianxiang glared at Long Feicheng. "I won't do anything that involves selling my backside. Besides, with my unparalleled beauty, it shouldn't be hard to find a rich woman to marry."
"Have you ever tried?" everyone asked curiously.
Weng Qianxiang's face turned awkward. "Of course not."
Which meant, he had.
Everyone already had an idea.
Then they all looked at Yan Shouyi.
There's someone among us who married a rich woman, but I'm not telling you who.
Yan Shouyi was enraged. "Why are you all looking at me? Do I look like the kind of person who would marry a rich woman?"
The others narrowed their eyes, their gazes seemingly saying: Isn't that the case?
Just as Yan Shouyi was about to discipline these unfilial sons, Ye Chengfu suddenly appeared and shouted to them, "Shouyi, something's happened!"
Something's happened?
The group stopped their banter and looked at Ye Chengfu.
Ye Chengfu had aged, and his legs were not as nimble. So, the four of them actively walked towards Ye Chengfu.
Ye Chengfu was holding a just-opened package in his hand, his expression grim. As Yan Shouyi approached, he smelled a faint scent of blood.
He frowned and asked, "Grandpa Ye, what's going on?"
Ye Chengfu handed the package to him and said, "I just received this delivery. It was sent directly to our research society. I was worried it might be something strange, so I opened it to inspect the package, and inside was..."
Yan Shouyi opened the package and took a closer look, his expression suddenly darkening.
Inside the package was a bloody finger, with a ring on it.
The ring looked familiar; Yan Shouyi was sure he had seen it before.