Everyday Romance After Becoming a Billionaire

At eight in the morning, it was time for the military training inspection parade. The entire athletic field was filled with neat, orderly formations.

"At ease! Attention! Right dress!" The rows of female students puffed out their chests, sucked in their stomachs, and stood ramrod straight. To quote the poet Su Shi, it was a case of "a mountain range from one angle, a single peak from another; a different sight from near, far, high, or low."

"One, two, one!" The students marched past the reviewing stand, high-spirited and proud, to be inspected by the university leadership.

The freshmen inspection parade concluded perfectly without any hitches, symbolizing the official start of their four years of university life.

With military training over, the students had only one thing on their minds: getting back to their dorms for a good, long sleep.

Room 403.

TWEET— A sudden whistle from outside sent a jolt through Cao Wo. He shot up out of reflex before realizing someone was playing a prank.

"Fuck your mother! Which bastard blew that whistle? Show yourself! I’ll fucking kill you!"

Cao Wo was a fierce one, the type who feared nothing and no one. Standing at the door to his dorm, he yelled out across the entire men’s dormitory courtyard, showing no respect for the sophomores or juniors.

Su Ran, having just showered and changed, came out and clapped Cao Wo on the shoulder. "Don’t go looking for trouble. Go back and rest. The delivery guy will call you later, go down and get it."

Cao Wo’s anger instantly turned to delight. "Class President, you really ordered a feast?"

"I keep my promises. Get some rest first. I have something to take care of, so I’m heading out."

During military training, Su Ran had promised to treat everyone to a big meal if they took it seriously and finished.

Today was destined to be a day of lazing around in the dorm for the other eleven students, so Su Ran had ordered three seafood feasts from a hotel in Jiangning, to be delivered to Room 403 and the two girls’ dorms.

Everyone knew the class president was rich.

But being a rich class president didn’t make him disliked.

His classmates all had a very high opinion of him.

Of course, Su Ran wasn’t the only wealthy person at Ning University. There were plenty of other sons and daughters of Jiangning’s elite, but since the semester had just begun, they didn’t know each other and hadn’t heard of one another yet.

At this moment, while his classmates were resting in their dorms, Su Ran couldn’t afford to lie down. He had to move on to the next battle...

「At the school gate.」

An Aston Martin was parked by the roadside near the school gate. Xiao Wanqing leaned against the car door, her long legs crossed in a pair of tight jeans. She raised a hand and waved at Su Ran. A sliver of her slender waist was visible beneath her T-shirt. A Shanghai girl’s fashion sense was definitely modern, and a dance student’s figure was definitely sexy.

Many passing students couldn’t help but stare at this ’rich girl’.

*Sigh...*

Su Ran sighed inwardly. ’Didn’t I tell them not to come? Why did they have to come?!’

He put on a smile and walked over.

"Sister Wanqing, what are you doing here?"

"Ohoho..."

Xiao Wanqing gave Su Ran a look of disdain, seeing him put on his ’little puppy’ act again.

"Calling me ’sister’ now, are we? You were pretty fierce when you were making me kneel!"

"Er... Let’s talk in the car."

Su Ran grabbed Xiao Wanqing’s soft, smooth wrist and briskly walked her over to the passenger side. He pulled open the door, bundled her inside, then got into the driver’s seat, started the car, and drove away.

’A multi-million-yuan Martin certainly made other cars keep a safe distance. This must be the so-called ’luxury car safety bubble’, huh?’

"Where are the others?"

"They’re at your Chuyuan, cooking for you. I came out to pick you up."

"Heh," Su Ran chuckled, turning his head. "You’ve even changed the name?"

"We had to!"

"As long as you’re happy."

"Of course I am."

Amused, Xiao Wanqing turned sideways. Her long legs, clad in jeans that made them look utterly flawless, rested against each other. She cupped her hands beneath her impressive bust under her T-shirt.

She rested her hand on the center armrest, propped up her chin, and gazed at Su Ran’s profile.

"You got darker. And thinner."

Su Ran glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror.

"A little, yeah. But I’m in better shape now, right?"

"Mm-hmm. So, do you see any changes in me?"

Su Ran turned to her with a smile, their eyes meeting. Xiao Wanqing’s beautiful eyes curved into crescents, reflecting his own smile.

"They’re bigger."

"Bigger?"

Xiao Wanqing glanced down. "Hah! Su Ran, you’ve gotten naughtier." She reached out and pinched his arm.

"I’ve been framed! I meant your eyes got bigger."

"I’m wearing cosmetic contacts."

"Pfft—"

The light turned green, and the Martin turned into the Shanglin Fu District. Before they even reached the stone bridge, they saw Aina on it, calling out affectionately, "Su Ran~"

It was enough to give Su Ran goosebumps.

They had only been apart for a month, but her call was filled with a lifetime’s worth of ’longing’.

Su Ran parked the car in an open-air spot at the near end of the bridge, and he and Xiao Wanqing got out.

Aina had just changed into the Hanfu that Su Ran had bought for her. Being from the Western Regions, the pink, Tang-dynasty style, strapless Hanfu gave her an exotic, regional charm.

The gentle breeze rustled the willow trees. After calling out ’Su Ran,’ Aina lifted the hem of her dress and ran toward him from the other side of the stone bridge.

No exaggeration, Aina in her Hanfu at that moment could be described by a poem from Bai Juyi: "A beauty so natural it couldn’t be hidden, her smile outshining all other women in the palace."

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you think you’re doing?"

Xiao Wanqing blocked Su Ran.

"Get out of the way. I want to hug Su Ran."

"How dare you hug your best friend’s boyfriend? Not allowed."

"Xiao Wanqing, you—"

That familiar feeling of their daily, chirpy bickering was back.

Su Ran smiled and stepped forward, putting his arm around Aina’s shoulders. She nestled against him like a delicate bird and stuck her tongue out at Xiao Wanqing.

"Hmph. I can’t be bothered with you."

Xiao Wanqing turned to leave, but Su Ran reached out, pulled her back, and let her fall into his other arm.

She struggled slightly for a moment.

Su Ran said, "Don’t move, let’s take a picture."

She stopped struggling. After glancing at the hand Su Ran had placed on her shoulder, she looked up, smiled at the phone’s screen, and leaned her head against his shoulder voluntarily for the first time.

CLICK!

The beautiful moment was frozen in the picture.

Xiao Wanqing: "Didn’t you used to say you don’t like taking pictures? That it just takes up memory?"

Su Ran: "Some moments are worth recording, so you can look back on them later."

Xiao Wanqing and Aina nodded.

The future.

Unknown.

On the way, Aina was her usual chatty self. She talked about making scrambled eggs with tomatoes, how Liu Jinyu and Xie Yiren were creating a chaotic mess in the kitchen, and relentlessly tried to stuff yogurt curds into Su Ran’s mouth. His look of utter resistance was driving her crazy.

"How can you still not eat these?"

"I’m not eating it."

"Argh!"

Su Ran chuckled. He was deliberately teasing Aina; he had actually finished three boxes of yogurt curds recently.

When they reached the main gate, Su Ran stopped and looked up at the nameplate above it.

The character for ’Bu’ in [Buchu Garden] had been covered with a piece of red paper, turning it into [Chuyuan].

Su Ran laughed, exasperated. "Can you guys try to have purer thoughts? Buchu Garden, as in ’deep in the clouds, its location unknown’—it sounds so poetic."

Xiao Wanqing retorted confidently, "I don’t care if it’s ’deep in the clouds’ or ’deep in the water’! In any case, you’re not allowed to call it that. It sounds weird and creepy."

Aina: "Yeah, it is a little bit."

"Sigh. Fine, Chuyuan it is."

Su Ran relented.

"Let’s go help in the kitchen. We’ll each make our specialty dish for everyone to try. Whoever makes the worst one has to do the dishes."

"Who’s afraid of who? Let’s go!"

Aina rolled up her sleeves, pulled Xiao Wanqing along, and stepped over the threshold of Su Ran’s home into the courtyard.

Su Ran followed them in, closed the courtyard gate, and settled in to enjoy this pleasant life with them.

A gust of wind swept past the gate, blowing the piece of red paper away.

[Chuyuan] ultimately reverted back to [Buchu Garden].