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When Yun Li arrived in Jing City, it was already evening. As she stepped out of the airport, she spotted Jiang Shiyu across the street. He was dressed in black, with tousled hair partially covering his forehead and brows. His features were delicate, and as the warm evening breeze stirred his hair, Yun Li felt a fleeting glimpse of the seventeen-year-old Jiang Shiyu.
The youthful innocence faded as the man approached her, revealing a depth in his mature gaze that was markedly different from his younger self. He asked, "Are you hungry?"
Yun Li shook her head; she had already eaten dinner.
"Get in the car."
Following him, she watched as he opened the car door. Yun Li bent down to enter.
The two remained silent during the drive, with only the sound of the car's engine breaking the quiet. The red lights outside blurred into the distance as her thoughts drifted away, and before she knew it, they had arrived at her home.
Yun Li took out her keys to unlock the door and turned to Jiang Shiyu beside her. "Did my dad's punch from that day hurt you?"
Jiang Shiyu chuckled softly. "He didn't hit me; my grandfather stopped him."
Yun Li was skeptical. "Take off your shirt."
Jiang Shiyu leaned closer and gently brushed her nose with his finger, saying playfully, "Taking off my shirt? That wouldn't be appropriate."
Feeling a tickle on her nose, Yun Li turned her head away and insisted firmly, "Hurry up."
Only then did Jiang Shiyu drop his teasing smile. "I'm fine now, really. Your dad didn't hit me."
"Didn't he? How did you get hurt then?"
With a nonchalant tone, he raised an eyebrow. "It was my grandfather who hit me. Don't worry! He didn't hit hard; just a little bruise."
Yun Li lowered her gaze, her voice softening. "Okay."
After that, silence enveloped them as they stood at their respective doorsteps without speaking. The motion-sensor light in the hallway turned off, deepening the darkness but also heightening their awareness of each other's presence.
Jiang Shiyu reached out and pulled her into his embrace, his voice low and resolute. "I won't give up."
A wave of emotion surged within Yun Li, and her eyes involuntarily moistened as she blinked hard to hold back tears. In a small voice, she replied, "I never said for you to give up."
"Jiang Shiyu, why did you customize such an expensive necklace?" Her voice was clear, like a feather gliding through the air.
"Because I like it."
Two simple words that Yun Li took a long time to digest. For the sake of liking it, he was willing to spend any amount.
"Where did you get so much money back then?"
Jiang Shiyu gently hugged her, his tone lazy. "Although I don't like dealing with finance, I also don't want to rely on my family. I started trading stocks in high school and made quite a bit."
There was something he hadn’t mentioned; when he customized the necklace, he was still short on funds. He sold a piece of land his grandfather had given him for his tenth birthday. He bought it for over a thousand per square meter, and by the time he sold it, its value had increased several times. He said he would sell it as soon as the news broke, and many people came knocking. When Jiang Zesheng found out, he asked why he was selling it.
"It could appreciate further; it's a very good piece of land."
Jiang Shiyu simply replied, "Hao Hao's birthday is coming up."
The land sold within a day. He didn’t want to hear any convoluted discussions; he just wanted to sell it to whoever offered the highest price. It turned into an auction at home, with the price reaching twenty million. He waited in the car for Yun Li to finish class while video calling from the old house to finalize the sale.
"Ran Ran said it's hard to book a private custom order at your place; how did you manage it?"
"My aunt. Jiao Jiao Ci's mother is the vice president; it's just a phone call away."
Suddenly, Yun Li felt the gap in their family backgrounds. Jiang Shiyu was low-key and never flaunted his wealth. Though picky about food and drink, he wasn’t extravagant and got along well with those around him. He had no airs about him, yet there was something about him that made people want to punch him.
Others would inexplicably sense his different aura—simply put, it was the aura of a wealthy heir, but it didn’t make people feel overwhelmed by his wealth.
Sometimes they joked around, calling him "Young Master Jiang" or "Brother Yu," and he didn’t mind at all; he had kicked quite a few people for less.
Hearing what Shu Ran said and then hearing it from him gave her an immediate sense of disparity.
Yun Li didn’t say anything; she simply pushed him away and pulled out the jewelry box from her bag. "Here, take it back. Such an expensive thing—keep it safe."
The voice-activated light turned on again, and Jiang Shiyu looked down at the box in her hands.
He took the item and naturally placed it into her bag.
"What's this nonsense?" he said, ruffling her hair. "You can't expect to receive something without giving anything in return. Do you think I can't afford it?"
She pouted, "Jiang Shiyu, this is very expensive."
"Yes, I know. It could buy a whole apartment in Jiangzhou."
"If you like the apartments in Jiangzhou, I'll buy one for you."
Yun Li pinched the flesh on his arm and narrowed her eyes. "Don't play tricks on me."
Jiang Shiyu laughed, teasing her.
Yun Li released her grip, "This necklace is too much; I can't accept it."
Jiang Shiyu reached into her bag, opened the jewelry box, and casually tossed it into the trash can.
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