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“Gu Yunchi was out fooling around last night and only came back at 3 am! He still hasn’t gotten up!”
As soon as Wen Ran arrived in the morning, 339 began spreading Gu Yunchi’s misdeeds. Wen Ran’s neck was much better now. He nodded while changing shoes, “That explains it. He normally seems to get up pretty early.”
“Um, actually, he goes out every night… It’s just that he usually returns around eleven or twelve so he can get up early.”
“Huh?” Wen Ran couldn’t believe it. Gu Yunchi woke up early every day, studied intensely, played games at noon without resting, and went out to party until midnight. Yet, there wasn’t a trace of dark circles under his eyes, and his body looked like he led a healthy lifestyle and exercised regularly—heaven really favored these S-levels. In comparison, Wen Ran looked like a corpse.
“He must have a lot of energy,” Wen Ran said with some envy.
“A lot indeed.” 339 asked, “Would you like some coffee? I’ve been grinding beans all night and finally reached ten pounds.”
“I’ll pass. You won’t have enough for ten pounds if I drink a cup.”
339 was touched, “You’re so kind… If only it were you who bought me home in the first place.”
Wen Ran asked, “What is your selling price?”
“90 million.”
“Make me a cup of coffee. Thank you.”
339 had surprisingly good coffee-making skills. After gulping a few sips, Wen Ran’s attention drifted back to the piano. He wanted to play it. Such a rare concert-grade piano evoked a sense of sacredness when played—Wen Ran inwardly decided to seek Gu Yunchi’s permission in a couple of days.
“There’s still some time before the teacher arrives. Why don’t I take you for a stroll?” 339 invited.
“Where to?”
339 said, “Home.”
Only then did Wen Ran understand why the word “stroll” was used. Besides the living room, there were three or four wings. The basement had a cinema and a wine cellar, while the backyard had a swimming pool and a parking lot. There was also a music room and a gym upstairs. Upon entering the music room, Wen Ran paused, “A violin?”
“Um-hum, his violin is even better than his piano,” 339 said, “Go go go, let’s head downstairs. Didn’t you say you wanted to take a closer look at the toy room earlier?”
Calling it a toy room was actually inaccurate. Inside the various-sized transparent display cases were countless figurines and models, along with numerous travel souvenirs, artworks, and antiques. Despite their diverse styles, none of the items clashed with each other, showing that the placement of each item had been carefully considered.
“Gu Yunchi has been traveling since he was nine. At first, it was with the butler or assistant, but as he grew older, he started traveling solo with bodyguards. He has been to over a hundred countries.” 339 roasted him, “He’s a repeat truant and has zero interest in going to school. The teacher will usually teach him wherever he travels.”
That was why rich people didn’t get bored. With ample money and time, they could support themself to explore the vast world and enjoy life to the fullest—Wen Ran said, “I feel like I’m developing livor mortis.”
339 immediately displayed search results on its screen for cemeteries with excellent feng shui in the capital for him to choose from.
There appeared to be a room around the corner at the end of the wall. Wen Ran was just about to take a look when his attention was swiftly captured—blue-white, 1.5 meters—it was the very same model helicopter that he had admired hundreds of times on his phone but could only watch helplessly as it was sold out. Now it sat serenely in the spotless display case in Gu Yunchi’s house.
Wen Ran walked over in a trance with his mouth slightly agape, rendered speechless. It was so realistic. The real thing was a hundred times cooler than the pictures. The color, lines, and quality all justified the price of 186,000 without feeling extortionate.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Gu Yunchi frowned as he walked over. Wen Ran couldn’t help but ask, “Do you also like this model?”
“You have one too?” Gu Yunchi glanced at the model.
“No, I don’t have the money to buy it,” Wen Ran said honestly, “It’s too expensive.”
“Well, take a good look then.”
“Okay.” Wen Ran didn’t interpret it as mockery and said, “You carry on with your stuff. I’ll take another look. I promise to only look at this.”
Gu Yunchi sneered, “You like it that much.”
“Mn, I like it.” Wen Ran was so absorbed in looking at it that he inadvertently let his true feelings slip out, “I wish I could take it apart and inspect it.”
The consequence of speaking his true feelings was Gu Yunchi telling him to scram. Wen Ran angrily trampled back to the sofa in the living room, deeply regretting it. He didn’t even get to take a proper look.
“How did you dare do that!” 339 had lingering fears.
However, Wen Ran just took out his phone and began scrolling through it. He asked in puzzlement, “The official website says they’ll start shipping a month after the pre-sale. How come your young master has already received it?”
“Huh? What pre-sale? The aircraft model was shipped over two months ago,” 339 said, “He was interested when he saw the picture, so he asked his assistant to contact the company. They delivered it to the doorstep the next day.”
“Oh.” Wen Ran was truly starting to feel a twinge of jealousy, “I see.”
“Do you really like it that much? Then beg him. Anyway, the worst-case scenario is getting scolded.”
“No way.” Wen Ran was self-reflecting, “It’s rude to say you want to disassemble something someone else likes.”
339 felt aggrieved, “How does he like it? I haven’t seen him even glance at the model since it was put in the display case!”
“He hasn’t looked at it?” Wen Ran was flabbergasted and couldn’t understand, “How can he resist?”
“That’s why you must disassemble it!” 339’s screen burst into raging flames, “The model should belong to someone who truly appreciates it, not to a collector like Gu Yunchi with short-lived interest!”
Right as 339 shouted, Gu Yunchi, who was upset the first thing in the morning, came to the living room from the backyard where he had gone for breakfast. 339 immediately subdued its outburst and became mute without speaking. When Gu Yunchi sat down on the sofa, 339 moved over and respectfully asked, “Young master, would you like a cup of tea?”
“Grind five more pounds of coffee beans.”
339 didn’t even dare to let out a fart and murmured submissively, “Your humble servant will do it right away.” 339 scuffled toward the kitchen while playing the phrase “Jiayou” on its screen for Wen Ran.
The sound of intense coffee bean grinding started vaguely coming from the kitchen. Wen Ran lowered his head and picked at his nails for a while. Finally, mustering up the courage, he asked awkwardly, “Would you like a cup of tea?”
“How much is that helicopter?” Gu Yunchi ignored his clumsy attempt at appeasement and cut to the chase.
“186,000.”
Gu Yunchi raised his eyes to look at him, furrowing his brows once more, and repeated, “186,000?”
“Right, it’s pricey…”
Before the word “pricey” could leave his throat, Wen Ran heard Gu Yunchi say, “Your family is already this poor.”
Actually, even when they weren’t poor, he couldn’t spend hundreds of thousands on a model… Wen Ran realized that any discussion about amounts less than a million with Gu Yunchi would likely be labeled as complaining about being poor. He laughed awkwardly, “It’s a bit difficult.”
Gu Yunchi lowered his eyelids to look at his phone and scorned without care, “No wonder you’re so eager to move up.”
He was right, Wen Ran agreed. At the same time, he couldn’t fathom how he had the audacity to even think of disassembling Gu Yunchi’s model. His skin was truly thick enough. He quietly unzipped his bag to get a book while thinking. Yet, he felt compelled to respond to Gu Yunchi before proceeding, so he replied, “Mn, you’re right. I’m really sorry.”
For a moment, he couldn’t find the book he needed. Wen Ran hung his head, wondering if he had left it at home. But to an uninformed observer, it seemed he was dejectedly staring off into space as he was about to bury his head in his bag to hide.
Gu Yunchi typed a few words on his phone and said, “Pretending to have amnesia and playing the victim won’t get you far. Rein it in.”
“What?” Wen Ran didn’t understand again, but Gu Yunchi ignored him and rose to make his way to the kitchen.
“Coffee.”
“Of course, young master! Please wait a moment!”
The coffee wasn’t ready when the door swung open and two bodyguards walked in. Gu Yunchi said, “Move that helicopter model to the den.”
The bodyguards nodded and changed their shoes before going to the toy room. Before Wen Ran figured out what was happening, 339 rushed out while carrying the coffee, “Young master, you’ve been waiting for ages! Young master, please have a drink! The young master is generous! The young master is handsome and benevolent! Young master, may you have a smooth journey in life and be blessed with good fortune!”
Gu Yunchi took the coffee and said coldly, “Add another five pounds.”
The den faced the backyard, with a beautiful flower bed outside the arched windows. The sofa was soft, and you could reach the magazines on the nearby bookshelf. It was probably a seating area meant for enjoying the backyard scenery. But now the coffee table was moved aside and replaced by the model of a transport aircraft.
339 carried over a brand new toolbox with both hands, “This was shipped together with the model back then. These tools must be especially handy for disassembling!”
Wen Ran squatted beside the model, wanting to reach out to touch it but worrying about leaving fingerprints that might affect the aircraft’s gloss. His thoughts were still in an extreme mess and his eyes were unfocused. He couldn’t comprehend why Gu Yunchi would mock him one moment and then agree to let him disassemble the helicopter the next. After a long while, Wen Ran stammered, “How… why… are you really letting me… is it real?”
“Liking the same toy as you makes my taste seem terrible,” Gu Yunchi said before leaving ruthlessly.
Wen Ran and 339 exchanged glances. 339 said, “Erm, that Bking is like this, rather arrogant.”
Wen Ran didn’t understand the word “Bking” but it didn’t matter. The livor mortis on his body was gradually fading away as his corpse became animate once more—Wen Ran sprang up at a speed he had never had before and dashed to the living room. He grabbed his backpack and raced back. 339 was astonished.
Wen Ran took dozens of photos of the model before turning off his phone and admiring it with his naked eyes from all directions. He took a sheet of paper and tore it up into small pieces to write numbers to mark different parts. At last, he opened the toolbox, gently flicked the tail rotor, and promptly removed it without any hint of hesitation.
339 quickly covered its eyes, “How ruthless!”
This morning’s class was particularly difficult for Wen Ran because he struggled to keep his mind off the model. Whenever he thought about it, his hands would itch and he couldn’t concentrate. During lunch, he finished eating faster than Gu Yunchi for the first time. He put down his chopsticks as he stood up and half-bowed Gu Yunchi while saying, “I’m done eating. Please take your time.” Then he crept out of the dining room and ran to the den.
339 stayed by his side. When Wen Ran couldn’t figure out the name of a particular part despite clasping the instruction manual, he relied on 339’s search engine.
“Transmission arm, this is the transmission arm.”
“Okay,” Wen Ran bent down to write it down on a piece of paper and pressed the part against it. He asked offhandedly, “Isn’t your young master gaming today?” He noticed that the media room was right next door, meaning Gu Yunchi would have to pass through the den to access it.
“He has a friend coming over,” 339 quickly checked the surveillance, “Oh, he arrived.”
Wen Ran was taken aback. While he was debating whether he should hide to avoid him, an alpha walked into his sight. He was tall and had a cold demeanor, closely reminiscent of Gu Yunchi, but his expression didn’t look that stern. When he noticed Wen Ran, he seemed slightly surprised yet as if he had expected it. In short, it was hard to describe.
He smiled, turned his face the other way, and asked, “Still using child labor?”
Gu Yunchi walked over and glanced at Wen Ran, who was sitting on the carpet with a wrench, but didn’t reply. He just raised his chin slightly in the direction of the garden and walked away.
The alpha remained. 339 respectfully spoke up, “Hello Young Master Lu, would you like something to drink?”
“No, I’ll be leaving soon. Thank you.”
“It’s no trouble at all.”
Once the alpha left, Wen Ran remained quiet for a few seconds before saying, “Fortunately he thought I was here to work.”
“Huh? You fell for that?” 339 said, “How could a sharp person like Young Master Lu not figure it out? Didn’t you notice he said that on purpose?”
“…No.” This Young Master Lu’s expression was truly convincing. Wen Ran shook his head.
“Okay! Here’s the thing. Gu Yunchi has two best friends: Lu Heyang and the one I talked to on the phone last time, He Wei. He Wei’s been abroad for a few years and just returned yesterday. The three of them grew up together and can be called the Golden Triangle.”
Wen Ran asked, “What’s the Golden Triangle?”
“The rich version of the iron triangle,” 339 explained, “Lu Heyang’s head is as smart as Gu Yunchi’s but he’s much better tempered. However, I feel he’s hard to figure out and needs further observation. He Wei is simple. He is just a silly playboy.”
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wen Ran spotted them chatting under the pergola. Gu Yunchi leaned down to light a cigarette, then casually rested his hand with the cigarette on the railing.
The side of his face as he smoked, his slender fingers—it was the first time Wen Ran saw Gu Yunchi smoke, yet it felt vaguely like he had seen it before. Despite wracking his brain, he couldn’t come up with anything.
Lu Heyang indeed left soon after. Gu Yunchi saw him off and returned, passing through the den to the media room. Wen Ran looked up as he passed. Gu Yunchi didn’t glance at him. However, Wen Ran caught a faint scent of smoke on Gu Yunchi.
It wasn’t the smell of burning nicotine but a clean scent with a bitter undertone.
Scents often trigger memories of past experiences. Wen Ran froze and held his head up for several seconds before turning to 339 and whispering, “Does your young master have a sun god-shaped diamond brooch?”
“Hmm? He has too much jewelry. Let me check.” 339 searched within Gu Yunchi’s accessories system for a moment, “Oh! Found it. Take a look if this is it.”
On the screen was a numbered photo of a sun god-shaped brooch adorned with D-color diamonds and yellow diamonds resting on black flocked cloth—the same one Wen Ran had seen on the alpha’s collar at Huyan Mansion.
Author’s note:
Ran: But he let me disassemble the model…. Then it’s okay, he must have had his reasons for going to Huyan Mansion.
Happy to see Lu Heyang make an appearance 🥺 Thank you for the chapter!
So all three members of the Golden Triangle are pervs. 😂 At least they dote in the ones they love, even if they pretend they don’t like them. Thanks so much for the chapter!!
Thank you for the update🌺🌺🌺