Everyday Romance After Becoming a Billionaire

One day later, on Sunday.

Jiangning, Shanglin Fu, Chuyuan.

The underfloor heating boiler was running, sending warmth into the sunroom.

Sunlight streamed through the glass curtain wall, pooling by the window.

The interior was decorated in a Zen style. A plume of agarwood smoke drifted up from an incense burner. On the long redwood table sat a pot of brewing tea, an Apple laptop, and several thick historical reference books. And there, the master of the estate, Su Ran, was diligently doing his homework.

He was still a university freshman, after all. Homework had to be done.

He and Shan Weizi had left Spirit Sword Mountain yesterday at noon, right after he had the chicken soup she’d stewed for him. Then they had gone their separate ways home.

Shan Weizi was a down-to-earth, practical woman.

This all started when Shan Weizi had asked about his studies during a chat. The conversation led to Su Ran lamenting that his "Cultural Relics and Museology" major wasn’t as simple as he’d imagined. The material was complex, and he was worried he might end up failing a course this semester.

In reality, Su Ran knew he’d been slacking off all semester. He hadn’t focused on his schoolwork, and now, with final exams just around the corner, he was starting to panic about failing.

When Shan Weizi heard he was on the verge of failing, she was incredulous. ’How dare he be out fooling around?’

She immediately canceled their plans to stay an extra day and return on Sunday. She bought two plane tickets online on the spot and told Su Ran to get back to Jiangning and study. They could get in touch again after he passed his exams—without failing a single one.

Su Ran: ’???’

Shan Weizi had wanted to visit Jiangning, but she decided against it. With finals so close and Su Ran on the brink of failing, it was time for some last-minute cramming, not last-minute cuddling.

Su Ran agreed it was time to buckle down. He had to at least pass. If he was the only one to fail in a class of twelve—and he was the class president—he’d never live it down.

So upon returning to Chuyuan, Su Ran holed himself up and buried his head in his books. That familiar feeling of cramming for the college entrance exams quickly came rushing back.

Su Ran was scratching his head, puzzling over a question while looking up information on his laptop. Outside the glass curtain wall, the cleaning lady was clearing away the snow. Qi Shan had stopped by a few times, but seeing Su Ran studying in the glass-walled study, he didn’t disturb him.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Shan Weizi sent him a file titled "The Evolutionary History and Characteristics of Ancient Traditional Clothing," along with a message: "This is the material I compiled on traditional clothing from the Han to the Ming Dynasties. Good luck, Mr. Su. Don’t fail (smirking emoji), or else..." She followed it with a photo of herself looking cold and stern, holding a longsword in flowing white robes. She looked just like Lu Xueqi.

Su Ran: "[A GIF of himself kowtowing in tearful gratitude] Thank you! This is exactly what I was missing. I would’ve been screwed this semester without it."

Shan Weizi: "No problem. I know your major inside and out. If there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask me. I’ll explain it to you."

Su Ran: "I actually have a question right now. It’s about the order and characteristics of Han Dynasty attire. The reference books only have written descriptions, so I don’t even know what the items are (my head hurts)."

Shan Weizi: "So?"

Su Ran: "Do you have a detailed sequence for putting on Han-style clothing? I’d like to study it."

Shan Weizi: "No."

Su Ran: "Sigh, okay. I’ll find some materials and study them myself."

Shan Weizi: "...Wait a second."

Two minutes later, a video call request came from Shan Weizi. Su Ran answered.

On the video call, Shan Weizi was wearing a simple linen garment that resembled a modern short nightdress. She had such a good figure that even the coarse fabric looked high-class on her.

Shan Weizi: "First..."

Su Ran: "Wait, wait, let me put on my glasses so I can see more clearly."

Shan Weizi: "..."

Su Ran: "Okay, I’m ready."

Shan Weizi began her explanation...

"What I’m wearing is similar to the undergarments worn by commoners during the Western Han Dynasty. It’s called a *baofu*, and it’s used to cover the chest and abdomen..."

Acting as a model, Shan Weizi explained as she picked up one piece of clothing after another, slowly wrapping them around herself, giving her "Mr. Su" a very serious lesson!

Su Ran watched Shan Weizi with a straight face, full of appreciation.

"Oh... I think I get the gist of it. I’ve recorded it, so I can study it more closely later."

"I know a lot about the daily life of ancient people. If there’s anything else you don’t understand, just tell me, and I’ll demonstrate. As long as you don’t fail, I’ll do anything."

"In that case... could you demonstrate the *dudou* part for me?"

"Hah," Shan Weizi scoffed, seeing Su Ran trying to bait her again with that deadpan expression. "If you don’t fail, then I’ll..."

"It’s a deal!"

"You Old Traitor Sima!"

"What a lame joke. Anyway, I have another question for you."

He ended the video call.

Su Ran smiled. ’Thank goodness for Shan Weizi.’ Otherwise, he would have wracked his brain and still had no idea where to start. He replayed the video of Shan Weizi getting dressed over and over, all while SCRIBBLE SCRIBBLE SCRIBBLE, jotting down key points on paper.

Whenever he ran into a question he didn’t understand, Su Ran would send a voice message to Shan Weizi for help, and she would reply with a fifty or sixty-second explanation.

As long as he didn’t fail, Shan Weizi had all the patience in the world to tutor him.

GRUMBLE GRUMBLE~

His stomach rumbled. He was too busy studying to cook, so he ordered takeout online. The delivery guy arrived at Chuyuan on his electric scooter shortly after.

"Remember to give me a five-star review, handsome," the delivery guy said before hurrying off to his next delivery.

The takeout was a KFC combo meal. Su Ran didn’t eat it often, but it was a nice treat once in a while. He placed it on the redwood table and continued to study while gnawing on a chicken leg.

Su Ran’s grades had always been excellent; he was the proverbial "other people’s kid" that parents always compared their own children to. Everyone thought he was naturally smart, but they didn’t see how hard he studied when no one was looking.

Su Ran was the type of person who, if he decided to learn something, had to master it. Once he got serious, he would sit at his desk and wouldn’t "call it a day" until he had a firm grasp of the material. A half-baked understanding was a complete waste of time; he refused to delude himself like that.

After spending a long time finishing his research on the topic of ancient clothing, Su Ran moved on to the next problem: the culture and art of the ancient Western Regions.