Chapter 3: Posting to Weibo, the server crashes

The rich sister's...

Only then did Chen Che clearly see the shimmering white pearl cufflink in her palm—it looked like a trophy from a used shop bought by Ms. Du Yuanshan.

He refused to acknowledge the effeminate item, but it was a gift from his mother.

Du Yuanshan had gone to such lengths to clean the pool just for it.

He took the cufflink, held it in his hand, his fingertips feeling the plump pearl bumps. He mumbled, "Mine."

Chi Leyou couldn't hide her smile, quickly glancing at the blue and yellow veil on his head. She urged, "Put on your earrings." "

?"

The rich sister answered her phone.

From Chi Leyou's perspective, the sunlight filtered through the bare branches, slicing a linear pattern across the young man's head.

He looked like a painting framed in a golden frame.

Chi Leyou curled her lips and curled her knuckles, as if she were holding a portrait DSLR.

She admired the world-famous painting and smiled: "A living version of "Boy with a Pearl Earring." ①

A world-famous painting was stunned for a second, then came to its senses.

A sense of being teased by a little girl.

"What, Miss Chi, you still want to take pictures and post them online?" Every word was uttered from between her teeth.

"I won't do anything that infringes on the right of desire." Chi Leyou wiped her nose. Perhaps it was because the geothermal temperature by the swimming pool was too high, and sweat oozed from the tip of her nose from time to time.

She thought to herself that the rich sister really loved the little puppy.

The outdoor swimming pool was equipped with geothermal heating.

In the middle of winter, the boy with a pearl earring fell on the lounge chair, and the rich sister held him in her palm for fear that he would melt.

Men who act like spoiled children have the best life. Chi Leyou's eyes passed by the clear lips and lingered for a moment.

Chen Che's question pierced her ear: "Where are you from, Miss Chi? From Jinshi?"

Chi Leyou was alert: "Your family still discriminates based on region in their hiring?"

"Discrimination?" Chen Che stood up, his knuckles slightly bent, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles on his robe. "How dare you discriminate against Chi, a blue-collar worker with such European aura?" In

such a large swimming pool, she could surprisingly find cufflinks with pinpoint accuracy.

The "rare earth hypothesis" was firmly borne out by her.

Was this a compliment? Chi Leyou's brainwaves only picked up a barrage of sarcasm.

Her eyes, fixed like rifle scopes, locked onto her target.

Chen Che shoved his hands back into his pockets, a sultry blush etched across his crimson robe.

It's rude not to reciprocate, and he wouldn't back down. "'The Aunt from Jinshi Who Found the Pearl Cufflinks,' thank you."

Mo? Aunt from Jinshi?

Chi Leyou was overseas, her heart still with her motherland.

It reminded her of the Jinshi aunt's exaggerated, gel-coated updo on the sweet potato. Birds flock to the phoenix, and the illuminated mermaid once again captivates Chi Leyou's aesthetic sense.

Explosions, jumping, air raid alarms blaring in her head.

Her roommate worked late into the night to finish the dreadlocks she had helped her with, all for tomorrow's part-time job.

Chi Leyou's emotions were drowned in her eyes.

A chance encounter, she, a woman constantly striving, and a man who had struggled thirty years less, talking about work?

"Liam—" Chi Leyou dove into the pool, checking the sprinklers, then the pool lights, her eyes fixed on the work.

Third-floor balcony.

Chen Che shifted and leaned against the railing. His Instagram friend Yoyolooping still hadn't replied to his comment.

Bored, he ran his fingertips over the acanthus leaf pattern on the railing.

Twenty minutes later, Du Yuanshan ended her call with her agent.

The trending search has been removed, and the legal department will sue.

Du Yuanshan came abroad to hide, but she didn't expect her private life to be constantly interfered with.

"How about Mom immigrate to Mars? There are no paparazzi or spy drones there. Those paparazzi actually use military mini drones, only a millimeter in size!"

As Du Yuanshan's son, who was always afraid of the public, Chen Che felt a little sympathy, but not much. "Space? You were abducted by the Trisolarans. Your face, which cost eight figures to maintain, will get dehydrated."

"You kid—"

Chen Che said gravely. "Isn't this your and Dad's choice?"

Du Yuanshan choked.

The Shen family in H City.

Their ancestors were businessmen, later taking their vast wealth overseas to escape the war.

The Shen clan, while living abroad, always had their hearts in China.

After returning to China, their grandfather, Shen Dajiang, steadily built up the Shen Group and became the chairman of a renowned private enterprise in H City.

Their father, Shen Dahe, was the director of the H City Public Security Bureau.

Shen Dahe and Du Yuanshan were childhood sweethearts, a passionate love, and it was hard to say who loved them more passionately.

The audition notice and the enlistment notice were passed back and forth between the two.

Young people always have simple ideas. After getting their marriage certificate, one walked onto a film set, the other into the military.

Little did they know, they would become renowned in their respective fields.

Du Yuanshan's play became a hit, entering the competition section of a foreign film festival.

Shen Dahe was honorably wounded during a mission.

He received both the Best Actress and First Class Merit awards at the festival.

Du Yuanshan lost a baby bump, while Shen Dahe sustained a gunshot wound in the chest.

When the young couple, wearing open-crotch pants and being chased by chickens in the backyard, realized they had missed their wedding and the perfect window to publicly announce their marriage and children.

"Mom, I'll post on Weibo to confirm—" Du Yuanshan took a deep breath, struggling to speak clearly.

Chen Che: "The servers will crash. Spare the programmers."

Du Yuanshan, who was about to judge at a film festival, held endorsements from several top brands.

"But Xiao Che."

"That's enough." Chen Che slammed the brakes on the situation. If this continued, the discussion would resume. "What time is your book signing tomorrow?"

"9 AM."

"Yeah."

The topic was once again broached. It's like a scab that's about to fall off. If you try to peel it off forcefully, scarlet flesh will be exposed.

But the famous star Du Yuanshan advised herself to take care of it a little longer. The scar will heal and the mark will gradually fade away with time.

"Will they recognize me?" Du Yuanshan just said that and her hands adjusted her hair as if by reflex.

Chen Che looked down and saw the tall Liam waving enthusiastically.

The other heads looked up like groundhogs.

"They only know Taylor Swift." Chen Che had no expression.

"..." Du Yuanshan's mouth twitched slightly, and she raised her hand and pointed in dissatisfaction, "What about her?"

Chen Che folded his arms on the balcony railing, rested his chin on his forearm, and stared at the busy figure.

Chi Leyou was rolling up a hose, and his bright red rubber shoes stepped hard on the hose.

Perhaps it was too hot, she had already taken off her windproof work clothes and put them aside, and put the straps of her overalls on her straight shoulders.

She leaned over and tied the hose with a drawstring, and one side of the overalls slipped from her shoulder and hung loosely on the crook of

her arm. Chen Che's tongue touched his cheek, and his obsessive-compulsive disorder took over. If he was there, he might have folded her straps up.

The workers downstairs were all wearing a pair of long rubber boots.

The pool was filled with water, and the pool level was gradually dropping.

The girl's rubber boots were very red. She rolled up her trouser legs, revealing her two white knees, and climbed down the escalator when the water in the pool was about to drain.

The image of a strawberry cream cake suddenly popped up in his mind, and the cake was cut into a neat isosceles triangle.

"The one wearing tomato-colored overshoes?" Chen Che sat back in his chair, his eyes empty, and the sky in front of him was like a flat piece of gray cardboard.

Du Yuanshan exclaimed, "You guessed that right? I suggest you buy the lottery."

The lingering mother-son bond spread goosebumps across her slender arms. "Aren't her shoes red?" Chen Che said.

He paused, his Adam's apple rolling. His words were like a half-drawn sword, the light of which stunned even the man who had unsheathed the sword.

Du Yuanshan pointed at Liam's navy blue rubber shoes. "What color are Liam's shoes?"

"Gray."

She randomly pointed at a green hat, like a meticulous optometrist. "What about the baseball cap that Mexican guy is wearing?"

"Ahem, blue?" he guessed.

"…"

There was a moment of silence, and my heart stopped.

Then, from downstairs, a gruff male voice mingled with a clear female voice, like white noise, rising from all directions.

The sunlight was diffuse, and clouds rolled in the sky.

The grayscale world, like a half-constructed pixel game, stood in the center of the stage, a strawberry cream cake.

Chi Leyou was the marked cake.

"Can color blindness be cured?" Du Yuanshan's pupils couldn't contain their ecstasy.

Chen Che: "If it can be cured, don't bother with the Oscars; the next Nobel Prize in Medicine is yours."

"Hey, Mom cares about you!"

Du Yuanshan steeled her fists, followed the "mother hits son" out of the elevator, and chased after her by the hem of her skirt.

Chi Leyou, battling the glass mosaics on the pool wall with a brush, heard the coded Chinese words "Mom—" from her rabbit ears.

Her ears twitched slightly, her pupils lit up, and every beat of her heart felt like a marshmallow, churning wildly.

Oh my, oh my, so this is how a rich sister and her young boyfriend get along?

Sponsor mom, mom.

So cute, so coquettish, so full of maternal energy.

Chi Leyou clung to the edge of the pool with a few fingers, tiptoed, her dark eyes darting back and forth like a machine gun.

The man strode forward, head held high, quickly putting distance between him and Du Yuanshan.

The latter followed with high-frequency small steps, chattering non-stop, his mouth also busy, chattering non-stop.

The man turned around suddenly, put a finger to his lips, and said to Du Yuanshan: "Shh."

The geothermal heat warmed the air around them, revealing a slight heat.

Silence evaporated with the water vapor.

Chi Leyou, standing like a frozen fish, smelled a subtle smell in the air.

This smell was called embarrassment.

"...Hello." She reluctantly met Chen Che's scrutiny.

The setting sun elongated his figure.

From Chen Che's perspective, one-third of his head was exposed at the edge of the swimming pool, plus two eyes, and his sneaky appearance was more exaggerated than that of a paparazzi.

Chi Leyou felt hotter and hotter, so she loosened her fingers that were clinging to the swimming pool.

Slowly squatting down, she disappeared into the pool.

"...Huh." Chen Che's thoughts slipped, and he went from speechless to laughing at the speed of light.

"What are you laughing at."

There was no one in the empty "pool", but the sound of people's voices was heard. "

I didn't expect Miss Chi to cosplay the Terracotta Warriors."

Look at that mouth, one lick could poison you to death.

Chi Leyou observed a minute of silence for the wealthy sister.

"Xiao Che, be gentle with girls," Du Yuanshan said. "Miss Chi, I'm sorry, I'll teach him a lesson."

With just one sentence, the frozen fish that had sunk to the bottom of the pond floated freshly to the surface.

Chi Leyou was completely captivated.

Ahhhh, sister is so gentle, she's screaming "I love you!" She wanted to join the wealthy sister club right here and become its most loyal follower! She

studied Du Yuanshan quietly.

The light silk dress accentuated her graceful figure. No, it wasn't the dress that flattered her; it was her figure that gave the dress a sophisticated look. Her

thick eyelashes fluttered, and a casual glance sent anyone, male or female, a feeling of falling in love.

Chi Leyou curled her lips, "Sister, you're so beautiful."

Having lived past forty, Du Yuanshan was a star-studded figure, and the phrase she heard most often was, "Big star, you're so beautiful."

But on such a winter afternoon, she was praised for her beauty by a little girl who could have been her daughter. Her eyes were like obsidian, bright and sparkling.

Du Yuanshan's heart fluttered, softening into a marshmallow. "Oh my god, you're pretty too."

Chen Che's eyebrows jumped: "..."

His own mother, why did she speak in such a delicate and artificial voice?

The girl stood at the edge of the pool, her brush flying, making a scraping noise.

Chen Che couldn't help but take two steps forward, lowered his head, and looked in.

He saw a happy painter working hard.

Her red rubber boots faded back to a dull brown.

The strawberry cream cake turned into a chestnut puff croissant.

Sure enough, the color he had just seen was an illusion, a malfunction of the cone cells in the retina.

Chen Che flattened his mouth.

A large shadow gathered above his head.

Chi Leyou looked up. The man standing on the higher ground noticed her gaze and took a step back. Their eyes met in the golden light.

Chen Che turned his head awkwardly, pretending to look at the cuckolded Mexican guy.

Such a deadly angle would instantly calm down the admirer, no matter how handsome a man is.

He inexplicably felt two upturned nostrils, and thought of the way he walked with his head held high just now.

Tsk, so arrogant.

However, a handsome man with a backer has the capital to be proud.

The man that a rich sister likes must have something extraordinary.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Chen Aotian was still standing.

Chi Leyou, who was being supervised, felt like a thorn in his back.

The right-angle brush in his hand opened at a double speed -

hard nylon hair: "Puff p ...

Chen Che's mind skipped a beat, he squatted down, stretched out his arm, and reached into the swimming pool.

The red right-angle brush was held down by a big hand.

Chi Leyou paused and observed his hand closely.

The finger bones were slender, and the slightly raised blue veins on the back of his hand meandered all the way to the cuffs, like a lushly growing stem/leaf plant, suddenly hiding in the damn corner and disappearing.

Chi Leyou cursed herself inwardly and calmed her mind.

A magnetic voice gently caressed her eardrum.

"Sister," Chen Che bent his fingers and knocked on the glass mosaic of Chibi, "this is a swimming pool, not a bathhouse. With your strength, customers who come to you for a back rub will have to go to the hospital's skin grafting center."

In a second, Chi Leyou tore off the handsome guy poster in her mind.

"You--" Chi Leyou glared.

Chen Che spoke first: "Change the water and clean the swimming pool frequently."

Yes, yes, you rich people are willing to spend money to maintain the swimming pool regularly.

His eyes fell on the girl's sweaty hair, and he said softly in coded language: "Alright, that's enough."

Chi Leyou didn't say anything, and said angrily: What's the matter, is she not brushing hard enough? Or is it that the fruits of other people's labor are worthless in his eyes? What kind of field is he, a scallion growing vigorously, that he still complains about it?

She looked around the swimming pool that was bigger than the dormitory.

The fertile soil of the rich sister, otherwise how could he grow into a scallion?

Tsk, at most a crooked scallion.