Chapter 4

Zhou Qingluo handed over the sunflower doll, but the other didn’t take it.

His hand hung in mid-air, neither extending forward nor retracting. The sunflower doll also seemed too embarrassed to move.

Zhou Qingluo wasn’t reconciled. His head squeezed the sunflower’s big smiling head and it started swaying again.

He tried to liven up the atmosphere, “This thing can sway too.”

Zhou Qingluo knew how to draw, and in his spare time, he would use rubber to mold the things he drew, or clay to bake it and then color. Occasionally, he would hold a lottery on Weibo and give it to lucky fans, who would call him a treasure boy.

No one had been able to refuse his gift yet. Ne! Ver! Be! Fore!

“There’s a suction cup here too, so it won’t fall off.”

However, Treasure Boy hit a wall this time. The other was like a statue, unmoved by his words and actions.

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself. This kind of unresponsive interaction was even more scary than getting beaten.

He was originally trying to gift something, but it somehow turned into a product promotion.

Resisting the embarrassment, he slowly retracted his hand, clicking the sunflower back onto his helmet with a pop.

There was actually an atmosphere he couldn’t liven up? Zhou Qingluo was unconvinced.

If they couldn’t be moved, then he would praise them! Who didn’t like rainbow farts?

He said, “Your computer skills are really great.”

The other was unmoved, like he built a barrier separating him from the world.

Forget it, he gave up.

Zhou Qingluo cleared his throat and took a step back, saying sincerely: “In any case, thanks for sending me to the hospital the other day. Your life-saving grace will not be forgotten. If you need help in the future, I’ll be there for you.”

Finishing, he took out a pen and paper from his work pocket, wrote down his phone number, and gave it to him.

As a creator, Zhou Qingluo had the habit of carrying a pen and notebook with him. When he saw something good, he would draw it and record his inspiration.

He thought that he could draw his savior’s face when he went back later.

The other finally had a reaction. He lifted his hand and received the paper with his phone number.

Zhou Qingluo looked at his hand and breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that he could also draw this savior’s hand.

Or, he should simply draw his whole body.

Many girls probably liked this kind of guy. Cold and handsome, with an aura that pushed people 8,000 miles away.

Although a little cold, he had a kind heart.

Zhou Qingluo smiled and waved at him, “Then I’m going back to work. Bye.”

Just when he was about to turn around, he heard the other speak, “Zhou Qingluo.”

“Hm~”

Zhou Qingluo responded enthusiastically, but the other party actually sneered: “What are you trying to do?”

Zhou Qingluo was confused and scratched his hair that was squashed by his helmet, “Did I express my thanks so subtly?”

The other raised the note in his hand and shook it, saying with a cold face, “I’m not interested in you. You don’t need to bother trying to attract my attention.”

Zhou Qingluo: “???”

Why were these words so pompous?

“Don’t think that just because you have some good looks, you can pretend and make a fool of yourself. Understand?”

“…”

Wait, wait, pretend and make a fool of yourself?¹More accurately, it should be impersonating somebody and failing, ending up as a joke.

Zhou Qingluo wasn’t stupid. He calmed down, listening to these words and connecting the cause and effects, coming to two conclusions.

The first was: if you have nothing to do, you should buy yourself a few more books to read, otherwise you wouldn’t even know the plot after transmigrating.

The second was: never use a fixed mindset to approach a problem. Otherwise, you wouldn’t know whether surprise or unexpected came first.

For example, Song Ling may have been merciful and personally sent him to the hospital that night.

Or, the person across from him was the tried-and-true Song Ling himself.

Although the answer was practically right there, Zhou Qingluo still asked for proof.

He cautiously asked, “Song Ling?”

Song Ling looked at that face that was three points similar to Jiang Shiyan, “En.”

Zhou Qingluo: “…”

Zhou Qingluo froze in place, adjusting his mood.

He chased after the person to gift dolls, phone numbers, and also declared that he would be there for him in the future.

Did that not seem like he was asking for attention?

Although Zhou Qingluo spurned himself in his heart, he calmly moved forward and took back his phone number from Song Ling’s hand.

Song Ling’s hand suddenly became empty and he put his hand down, looking at him coldly.

Zhou Qingluo’s mind turned quickly, thinking about how to gloss over the fact he didn’t know Song Ling.

After thinking left and right, he felt that it couldn’t be hidden so he may as well admit the mistake.

He collected his expression and revealed a sad expression, lowering his eyes and saying: “Okay, I understand. I won’t bother you in the future.”

Song Ling watched his drastic attitude change and sneered.

Sure enough, he was a half-hearted person that changes his mind in the morning and evening. He was just acting for the sake of money. How could he compare to Shiyan at all?

Zhou Qingluo stepped back as he spoke, “I helped you block wine, and you saved my life. We’re even now, okay?”

His expression was serious, as if he was trying to persuade someone that was about to leap off a building.

Song Ling looked at him with great interest.

Zhou Qingluo immediately turned around and left.

He took two steps and looked back at Song Ling.

Song Ling frowned and pointed his chin at him arrogantly.

Zhou Qingluo: “Being even with someone also means that there’s a blank slate, and we have nothing to do with each other, understand?”

Song Ling: “…”

Zhou Qingluo turned and ran.

Song Ling stood in place, looking at the figure running away, the swaying sunflower on his helmet appearing in his mind, swaying and swaying. Sunlight seemed to scatter from it and land on the ground.

“Zhou Qingluo.”

Song Ling muttered his name and snorted disdainfully.

You couldn’t seduce me with all your techniques, so you changed paths and went the cute route, playing hard-to-get?

What an interesting guy.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Qingluo steadfastly delivered a month of takeout.

He was handsome and entertaining, and the restaurant owners he frequently went to gradually grew familiar with him.

It was already dinner time, and Zhou Qingluo was terribly busy. Coincidentally, Zhou Qingluo took an order for a cake shop he often went to.

The name of the cake shop was ‘Only One’, and the boss was Cui Xiuying. Everyone called her Sister Cui.

Sister Cui was enthusiastic and optimistic, usually helping him and also tried to introduce him to others.

Zhou Qingluo was always thinking of ways to get rid of the past, but was what he needed most right now a partner? No, what he needed was money.

When Zhou Qingluo arrived at the store, she and the other workers were busy like wildfire and didn’t even have the time to take care of the takeout. It just happened that the goods arrived at the store, and the driver unloaded it and left it on the side.

During the rainy season, rain comes when you ask for it.

Seeing that the goods were going to be drenched, Zhou Qingluo cancelled the order and helped Sister Cui move the goods inside.

Zhou Qingluo was busy like a bee, not noticing a red Porsche on the side of the road with five 8s on the license plate.

Song Ling and Jiao Zuo were sitting inside.

Jiang Shiyan was holding a celebration banquet at Lakeside Hotel, but Song Ling didn’t receive an invitation.

The Jiang family only had this one son and would never allow him to have ambiguous relations with another man. Thus, Song Ling wasn’t allowed to come.

Jiao Zuo thought that Song Ling liked Jiang Shiyan’s type and found someone similar to introduce to him.

But Song Ling didn’t want anyone other than Jiang Shiyan. The little substitute he found went awry.

The little substitute wasn’t very reliable either. He swore repeatedly that he would be good to Song Ling and he did help Song Ling block wine with his life that night, but there was no sound from him ever since.

Out of concern, Jiao Zuo invited Song Ling out for a meal to comfort his broken heart.

In a few days, Jiao Zuo would be leaving. He was afraid no one would be there to stop Song Ling from messing up Jiang Shiyan’s celebration banquet and worried so much he was going to go bald.

Jiao Zuo asked the silent man in the passenger seat, “Are you going to my place or back to the Song family?”

Song Ling: “Go to Only One and buy a matcha mousse cake.”

Jiao Zuo: “…”

Jiang Shiyan liked to eat the matcha mousse cake from Only One. As long as Jiang Shiyan wanted to eat it, Song Ling would throw down the keyboard and buy it for him even if they were in the middle of a game.

Jiao Zuo frowned impatiently, “Not on the way.”

Song Ling: “One km, let’s go.”

Jiao Zuo reluctantly patted the steering wheel.

Unexpectedly, when they arrived at the cake shop, it started to rain heavily.

There wasn’t an umbrella in the car, so Jiao Zuo simply parked the car on the side and waited for the rain to lighten.

Jiao Zuo looked out the window boredly and lit a cigarette, staring at the delivery boy moving things into the store. He gossiped, “This delivery guy is sure enthusiastic. Delivery groups are sure a symbol of positivity and hard work.”

Hearing ‘delivery boy’, Song Ling suddenly thought of Zhou Qingluo who was delivering takeout the other day. He said that he wanted to clear the debt with him and not play hard to get. Sure enough, he didn’t show up for an entire month.

The rain got lighter and Jiao Zuo finally saw the delivery boy clearly: it was the little substitute he found for Song Ling!

He threw away the cigarette butt and shook Song Ling’s arm, “Look! It’s Zhou Qingluo!”

Song Ling looked away from his phone and noticed the sunflower on his helmet right away.

The plastic sunflower doll had a big smile on its face, waving and playing in the rain.

Jiao Zuo: “Aiyoh, f*ck me. The little white face with a small body actually delivers takeout?”

Song Ling was still looking out the window.

Seeing that Song Ling didn’t refute, Jiao Zuo struck while the iron was hot: “Hardworking and positive, enthusiastic and strong, how cute.”

Song Ling suddenly remembered the look on his face when he asked the web manager how much for a month.

He was very short of money, so why didn’t he continue to fawn and beg him? Money would come to him faster that way.

Jiao Zuo didn’t notice Song Ling’s change of expression and continued, “He’s not worse than that bi… pei, that Jiang Shiyan. Why don’t you try getting along with him first?”

Song Ling took back his gaze and coldly said, “Shut up.”

Jiao Zuo made a mouth sealing gesture and sat quietly on the side.

When it came to Jiang Shiyan, it was like a reverse scale being touched.

Jiao Zuo: “The rain stopped. Why don’t you go buy it now? I’m not going to go for you. Afterwards, go take a taxi and find Jiang Shiyan by yourself. I’m not going to take you to him.”

Song Ling: “Go.”

“Your granddaddy’s not going!”

Song Ling looked at Jiao Zuo speechlessly, “Drive.”

“Hah? You’re not buying a matcha mousse cake anymore??”

“So much nonsense.”

After Sister Cui was done working, she saw that it was raining and remembered that there was still a batch of goods waiting to be taken in.

When she hastily rushed out with some employees, she happened to meet the drenched Zhou Qingluo who was about to leave, and her batch that was safely stacked inside the store.

Sister Cui didn’t know what to say for a moment. She pulled on Zhou Qingluo with a grateful face.

After a while, she organized her thoughts, “Qingluo, thank you so much! There’s a big order today and we’re busy like bees.”

Zhou Qingluo touched the water on his face and smiled, “Small matter.”

Sister Cui had a daughter Cui Zi that refused to date like her life depended on it. She ran a coffee shop, was independent, and financially free. The reason she didn’t date anyone was because she didn’t meet a handsome one, and the others were not up to par.

The first time Sister Cui saw Zhou Qingluo, her eyes lit up and she wished she could push him in front of her daughter, asking: ‘Is this handsome enough?!’

However, Cui Zi was too aggressive and for fear of scaring Zhou Qingluo—also, most men that looked good were just vases—she started by understanding Zhou Qingluo first.

Unexpectedly, this little guy was very hardworking, optimistic, down-to-earth, and also made other people happy. Other than being a bit poor, everything was a mother-in-law’s favorite.

It didn’t matter whether they were a bit poor. In any case, Cui Zi had money.

Sister Cui said, “I have an important order, can you help me deliver it? I’ll pay you for it.”

Zhou Qingluo readily agreed, “Sure.”

Sister Cui: “Also, one more thing. My daughter’s coffee shop is recruiting workers and they want to recruit better-looking workers. Are you interested in taking a look? The salary is definitely better than doing takeout.”

Zhou Qingluo took the cake and put on his helmet, neither accepting nor rejecting. He joked, “Is Sister Cui opening the backdoor for me?”

“Then why don’t you work for my store? Delivering takeout is hard work and prone to accidents. Think about it. You can’t deliver takeout for a lifetime, right?”

Zhou Qingluo smiled. He would definitely not deliver takeout for a lifetime, but he just came to this world and urgently needed money. Delivery was a good choice.

He was recently the style of Xingchen Comics. Yesterday, his account had just turned one month old and he drew up a four-frame comic for a contract. The result should come out in two days.

“Then I’ll thank Sister Cui first. Please go ahead, I’ll be going on my way too. See you.”

After Zhou Qingluo finished, he hurried away in fear that Sister Cui would start dragging him to talk about marriage.

Sister Cui looked at Zhou Qingluo’s back, pushing the old guy beside her: “Old Zhang, aren’t you the best at looking at people? What do you think of him as my son-in-law?”

Old Zhang rubbed his goatee and said deeply, “The little guy’s pretty good. Looking at his face, his red star will be moving this year, marriage coming uninvited. Oh no, marriage will go running after him.”

The author has something to say:

Song Ling: “…”

Author: “What? Don’t agree?”

Song Ling: “Correct.”