After finishing Lao Yan’s class, Shan Chong immediately had another lesson to teach – the same group of little rascals from last time, ready to tackle the rails again today.
These kids had already mastered the box 5050. Even the one who cried the most could now correctly get on and off the features without falling. The fastest learner had progressed to ground rails that resembled pipes.
Shan Chong didn’t have any obligation to teach them tricks. His goal was simply to cultivate their interest in skiing. It wasn’t realistic to expect such young children to carve or do flatland tricks – they were too small to understand that spinning on snow could be cool.
The terrain park was different. To these children, it truly was a playground, just like the large toys in kindergarten. It had jumps-like slides and rails identical to those in preschools. All they needed to do was figure out how to play on these features while wearing skis.
The children rarely wore normal ski clothes. At that moment, a little girl was wearing a blue elephant onesie. Her mother, probably worried about falls, had bundled her up in many layers underneath. Now she resembled a chubby little elephant.
Tiny as she was, standing on skis barely longer than an adult’s arm, her legs were too short. As she slid, the elephant tail on her bottom dragged behind her in the snow.
Shan Chong wasn’t wearing skis. He jogged behind her on foot and bent over to pick up her tail as she approached the feature with her skis straight.
Tossing the tail that had almost caught an edge back onto her skis, the man muttered, “Slow down, slow down. Hey, good, beautiful.”
Once again proving he was capable of speaking nicely. Unlike his usual:
“You’re crooked.”
“What edge are you on? Are you getting on or not?”
“What’s your back foot doing?”
“Keep it steady.”
“What kind of jump was that?”
The ski shop at the entrance had rented the park for these two hours, letting the children play inside. Weizhi, who had taken off her skis, sat on the sidelines watching Shan Chong teach the kids, her face cupped in her hands.
The man seemed to be using every kind word he could think of. Even just sliding straight onto a feature earned a “beautiful.” Weizhi counted on her fingers – from learning to put on skis to now knowing how to ride edges, box basics, and flatland basics, she had worked so hard but never heard those two words from his mouth.
She never thought she’d be jealous of a three-year-old.
Perhaps this is what it means to be a woman in love (with a serious face).
Her gaze was so intense it could bore holes in the man’s back. So after guiding a little girl, Shan Chong had the rest line up to take turns on the box. While keeping an eye on them, he took two steps back and crouched down next to his girlfriend.
“What are you staring at?”
“…Since I’ve known you, you haven’t complimented me more than five times,” Weizhi said, staring straight ahead at a little boy in a dinosaur onesie (possibly the elephant’s brother) who had just done a backside slide on the feature. “Look at how casually you praise these kids-“
“Well done, Zhang Yuanyuan! Everyone, look at Zhang Yuanyuan’s backside slide!” The man clapped twice, shouting to those nearby, “But don’t get cocky just because you’ve learned it. Don’t bully Wang Yuanyuan or make fun of others who can’t do it, okay? Boys should be gentlemen.”
Weizhi: “…”
She pushed him.
The man swayed slightly and looked over lazily.
Weizhi was annoyed: “Have you ever talked to me about being gentlemanly? When I did a backside slide over a box with switch landing, you just asked why I was showing off when I hadn’t even learned switch riding!”
Shan Chong: “…”
It had begun. When women are bored and want some fun, their biggest source of entertainment is usually picking unreasonable fights with their boyfriends.
Shan Chong: “Why are you comparing yourself to children?”
Weizhi: “Is that not allowed?”
Shan Chong: “It is.”
Shan Chong: “Then have one.”
Weizhi: “?”
Shan Chong: “Boy or girl, doesn’t matter.”
Weizhi: “?”
Shan Chong: “I’ll raise them. Pushing down slopes at one, riding edges at two, hitting features at three, straight air off big jumps at four. If they can’t do a method grab off the big jump by five, I’ll take off my head for you two to kick around like a ball… How about it?”
Weizhi: “…”
Shan Chong: “I charge 6,000 per hour, but I’ll teach them for free yearly. Rounding up, you could fleece me for hundreds of millions… Sounds like a good deal, right?”
Weizhi was still petrified. The flirtatious man glanced at her, his dark eyes behind the goggles remarkably calm as they scanned her from head to toe. He reached out to pull her up, then dragged his board over from nearby and tucked it under her bottom.
She sat firmly between the bindings, her bottom no longer cold, but still too shocked to speak.
Shan Chong made an “Mm” sound, his tone rising at the end in a questioning manner.
Weizhi hugged her knees: “…But what’s the point of all this scheming?”
Weizhi: “What’s in it for me?”
Shan Chong: “No more jealousy.”
Weizhi: “?”
Shan Chong said lazily: “If it’s your child, you won’t be jealous when I praise them.”
Weizhi: “So I should create a person just to hear you praise someone without me getting jealous? Since such a person doesn’t exist, I might as well make one myself. …What genius teacher taught you this logic? I suggest they charge 10,000 an hour.”
Shan Chong was still crouching there, now silently burying his head in his knees and laughing, his shoulders shaking.
It took her a while to realize he was teasing her. She blushed from neck to ears, pushed him again, and then, still not satisfied, reached for his hoodie—
The man obligingly leaned towards her.
Glancing around to make sure the kids were all playing and not paying attention, he quickly kissed her cheek as he leaned in: “Seriously though, we should hurry up with this plan while I can still jump… In seven or eight years, who knows?”
She’d heard that plenty of 60-70-year-olds were still jumping at Beidahu Ski Resort in Jilin! Who was he trying to fool?
Weizhi moved her lips, about to curse at him.
Just then, the elephant dragged her tail and skis over, tugging on the man’s sleeve: “Teacher, Zhang Shengsheng just pulled my tail!”
Shan Chong responded with “Then don’t play with him” as he stood up, bending down to let the little girl pull him back to mediate.
Weizhi was left alone again.
Except this time, she had his board under her bottom – that new Burton Custom model that people in the ski circle were pulling strings to get early. Here, Shan Chong had already used it so much the base was getting scratched…
He used it very frequently.
Took it everywhere.
Now it was under his girlfriend’s bottom.
Not far away, wearing just ski boots, he was helping another child onto a rail.
Head lowered, eyes downcast, his thick and curled eyelashes framed eyes that usually flashed with cold light but now held a calm and faintly warm gaze.
Weizhi suddenly began to suspect that he might like children.
…
Weizhi sat cross-legged on the sidelines, watching the scene unfold.
Behind her, two people carrying snowboards came down from the magic carpet, only to be stopped by staff who informed them that the park was reserved for a winter camp today and entry wasn’t allowed.
The two were unhappy about this unexpected situation. It was a rare weekend off work, and now they couldn’t even enter the park.
“Nobody mentioned this when we bought our lift tickets!”
“Let’s just wait, I heard they’ve been at it for a while and class should end soon— Wait, what? Am I seeing things? Is that Shan Chong teaching over there?”
“Are you crazy? Isn’t Shan Chong in Xinjiang? It’s ski season, why would he be here babysitting three-year-olds?”
“Money talks, why not?”
The two behind her continued their back-and-forth, their tone growing increasingly impolite until the man in the distance finished helping a little boy over a box and turned his face towards them. They saw then – oh, it was him.
Their voices lowered a bit.
“I heard he’s picky about his students, but I guess not when it comes to three-year-olds?”
“He just doesn’t teach basic skiing. Who said kids don’t know anything? Look, there’s one doing a backside slide over the rail. Damn, that’s impressive! I can’t even do that.”
“What do you mean he doesn’t teach basics? I think he just chooses students with good foundations. If their foundations are good, why wouldn’t they progress quickly? That’s why people pay 6,000 for his lessons, learn a few new tricks, and sing his praises… blowing it way out of proportion.”
“True, in the ski world, who else dares to charge 6,000 an hour? 600 to 1,200 is the norm.”
“He’s just an internet celebrity!”
“Heh, he’s not even as famous as Lao Yan.”
“Lao Yan’s a retired athlete.”
“Just because someone can ski doesn’t mean they can teach. But if you can’t ski, you definitely can’t teach.”
The two continued their hushed conversation.
Initially, Weizhi couldn’t be bothered to care. In this world with so many people, as a semi-public figure, worrying about everyone’s opinion of you would be exhausting…
If she were to grab each of these people and correct them, tell them that Shan Chong is indeed good at both skiing and teaching, that everyone he’s taught has safely learned new tricks, would they come and buy lessons?
They wouldn’t.
So she didn’t even turn her head, just hugged her knees with her chin resting on them.
“I don’t understand why he retired. He was in such good form before, with three consecutive wins at the World Championships, World Cup, and that other open competition I can’t remember the name of.”
“Then he missed out on Pyeongchang, didn’t he? Many people talked about him at the time… Later he had a fall at Changbai Mountain, maybe he lost confidence. That’s why he retired.”
“What a waste of resources. Aren’t they afraid of criticism?”
“Ha! Can your criticism kill him?”
“Now he dares to teach again, just for money – he used to have some standards, only teaching in the park. Now he’s even teaching three-year-olds. As long as you pay, right?”
The two were happily discussing this.
Meanwhile, Weizhi was finding it harder to ignore their words.
It was one thing to spout some sour comments, which could be dismissed as meddling…
But to throw baseless accusations without knowing anything – that wasn’t okay.
So.
As the two were chattering away, they suddenly saw someone who had been sitting in front of them stand up
Standing at the bottom of the slope, she was just a bit taller than the net. She turned to face them.
Both were startled, having not noticed the person by their feet earlier. Now that she stood up, they saw a young woman without a helmet, her hair in a half-ponytail, fair-skinned with round eyes. She blinked and asked, “Why can you judge someone you don’t know for so long?”
Her voice was clear and crisp.
It sounded completely non-threatening.
The two who had been endlessly gossiping looked at each other.
One of them said, “We do know him. Anyone slightly familiar with the ski circle knows who’s inside. It’s Shan Chong, once the god of domestic snowboard big air, who retired without winning any honors-“
The other one chuckled.
Weizhi: “Didn’t you just say he won three consecutive titles?”
The first one to speak said, “That was before he achieved nothing at the Pyeongchang Winter Olympics, right?”
“Just because he didn’t win one Winter Olympics, you summarize it as ‘winning no honors’? Are you saying all other competitions are worthless? The Burton Open? X Games?” The young woman tilted her head, “I’ve heard that in extreme sports and skiing circles, the Winter Olympics doesn’t even rank first in terms of influence?”
The two fell silent-
There was no refuting this.
European, American, Japanese, and Korean skiing industries started earlier, establishing many traditional fixed competitions long ago… Among them, the two the young woman mentioned were two of the biggest events. Especially the X Games, which is the largest extreme sports comprehensive event with the greatest influence and highest attention. Winning a title in this competition is equivalent to winning an Olympic medal in the extreme sports circle.
Unable to argue, one of them smiled, “Little girl, are you Shan Chong’s fan?”
The other person glanced at his companion, then at Weizhi, hesitating with an expression of having more to say.
But he didn’t get the chance to speak.
Weizhi made an “Mm-hmm” sound and looked up at him: “What?”
“Why are you a fan of this guy? You don’t know that while he looks good on the surface, people in the circle just give him a face. Behind his back, many look down on him, thinking he’s a deserter… Look at how close he used to be with Dai Duo! Now look at the mess they’re in, Dai Duo won’t even associate with him!” the man said, “There are so many big air videos online, all cut versions without his introduction. Think about why that is.”
“…”
It was better not to bring this up.
Mentioning those cut versions of big air videos online was Weizhi’s sore spot, not to be touched-
Her chest heaved slightly.
Weizhi clearly remembered earlier in the year, a few months ago in Zhangjiakou, when she first learned that Shan Chong’s videos online had his name deliberately cut out. She felt heartbroken…
She wanted to “politely” argue with everyone who did this.
Later, as she became part of Shan Chong’s circle, her communication with the outside world became somewhat isolated.
For instance, within Shan Chong’s sight, everyone around was very friendly. In Xinjiang, except for Dai Duo who seemed to either love too deeply or hate too genuinely, everyone treated the man with respect and friendliness-
She gradually forgot about this issue.
Until today, when these strange people proudly brought up old matters again…
Weizhi didn’t understand what they were proud of.
Was it something to be proud of to hurt someone they didn’t even know, who had done nothing wrong, and erase his existence?
They even spoke smugly, as if all these things were Shan Chong’s fault and he deserved the consequences.
Where was their shame?
She didn’t curse at them.
She just tightened her small face and raised a finger.
Her pale, delicate fingertip first pointed fiercely at the two people outside the net, silencing them, then swiftly turned to point at the man not far away who was teaching a child how to slide sideways over a rail-
“Before you badmouth him, why don’t you ask the current national team, provincial teams, city teams, and various snowboarding clubs how many people he has trained?”
Her voice was firm, almost gritting her teeth, emphasizing each word.
“Or these children you say he’s teaching just for money – how do you know they won’t be guided by Shan Chong after today to pursue professional snowboarding, become riders, become athletes?”
She remembered what he had said before coming to Guangzhou – that while children are noisy, compared to skiing enthusiasts, they are more likely to pursue a professional path with a promising future.
That’s why he came.
Just ten thousand yuan a day to teach a large group of jumping, lively children, truly acting as a nanny… If he had stayed in Xinjiang to teach, how many tens of thousands would he have earned with this energy?
It would be one thing if he hadn’t done a good deed, but to do good and still be criticized like this – anyone would find it unfair!
Her eyes flashing, the not-so-tall young woman spoke with unprecedented arrogance, stunning the two outside into silence.
“There are ten thousand ways to promote winter sports and contribute to skiing, not just what you mentioned – participating in the Winter Olympics, winning medals… Is participating in the Winter Olympics and winning medals the only way to be somebody?”
She paused, closed her eyes, then opened them again.
“He has always been in this circle, never left. What he’s done is far more than you.”
She delivered these words with finality.
The two outside the net were now completely silent.
At this moment, the man in the distance looked up and saw that the person who had been sitting on his snowboard was now standing up, facing away from him, talking to two people outside the net.
Her finger was pointing straight in his direction.
Shan Chong put down the little kid he was holding, telling him to review the points they had just repeated, and walked towards Weizhi.
Coming up behind her, he tapped her tense, almost snapping finger and asked, “What’s wrong?”
The man’s voice was low, with a hint of nonchalance. As he glanced over, the two people outside the net were already wanting to run away with their boards.
Weizhi turned her head, glaring at him without speaking-
It wasn’t intentional.
The fierceness from glaring at those outside hadn’t faded yet.
The man looked at her, catching a glimpse of the two embarrassed faces outside. He pretty much guessed what had happened. His gaze lowered, and he was silent for a few seconds.
Then he looked up, his deep black eyes already back to their previous casual state.
So, outside the net, the two people watched as Shan Chong raised his hands, cupped his “fan’s” face, pulled her close, wrapped an arm around her waist, and kissed her forehead.
“It’s okay, don’t be angry,” he said in a tone used to comfort children, “Ignore them.”
The two outside the net felt their scalps tingling.
One of them was especially devastated-
He had wanted to say earlier that the woman looked somewhat familiar. The videos Shan Chong posted on short video platforms recently, and that widely circulated video in the ski circle of Shan Chong kissing someone…
She looked a bit like her.
…It really was her!
How interesting to badmouth someone right in front of their partner, and to ramble on for so long?
He was so embarrassed he wanted to sink into the ground. He called out “Brother Chong” wanting to apologize, but the man just held the young woman’s waist, casually waved his hand, not wanting to bother with them.
“Our class is over,” he said indifferently, “You can enter if you want to play.”
From start to finish, he only glanced at them once-
How did he know they were waiting for the park? Probably from that one glance, seeing the snowboards in their hands, what brand, what model suitable for what style of play…
Even if the board was a new model from a niche brand this year.
He recognized it at a glance.
“…”
The young woman was absolutely right – this person, whether people felt it or not, had never left the snow circle.
…
A few minutes later.
Shan Chong dragged Weizhi to the side, one hand pinching her chin to force her face up, checking if she had cried. He found her eyes were a bit red…
But from excitement and anger.
It had nothing to do with crying.
Shan Chong let go, quite satisfied. She didn’t cry for those people to see. Tears, no matter how cheap, should have a limit.
“Did you argue with them?” the man asked casually.
“No,” the young woman rubbed her eyes, which were a bit sore from glaring too long, “I just told them that retired athletes don’t just die like that. They shine in places where they should, and retiring is not shameful at all.”
She lowered her hand and gazed into his eyes. “That’s their choice. Everyone should respect their decisions.”
“Oh, is that what you think?” the man replied, his tone unreadable. “I thought you wanted me to make a comeback. Didn’t you fuss about melting a gold medal into a ring last time?”
He was talking nonsense.
He completely forgot that he had made up that story himself.
In truth, he didn’t know what answer he wanted to hear from her—
Did he expect her to cheer him on, encouraging him to persist?
Or did he want her to persuade him to give up, wishing him a peaceful life?
The man blinked, his eyelashes casting shadows that obscured the light in his eyes.
After a few seconds, he heard her voice,
“You can go wherever you want.”
Shan Chong looked up.
“You can go wherever you want,” the young woman repeated, pouting. “When I met you, you were already retired. Should I lecture you into going back? Or break up with you if you don’t, as if it’s some grand moral imperative? … I don’t really understand what you want. Whether you go or stay, there are too many people trying to control you from all sides—”
She paused for a moment.
“I just want to be the one who sets you free.”
—I just want to be the one who sets you free.
She had spoken without much thought.
Yet every word, broken into countless fragments, every stroke and dot, entered the man’s ears—
If ears could truly feel, then at this moment, they would have found the culprit causing the man’s throat to tighten.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as his perpetually dark eyes flickered. He lazily uttered an “Ah,” his face expressionless, appearing numb and slow to react.
“What do you mean ‘Ah’?” she asked irritably. “Didn’t you like what I said?”
The man lowered his gaze to meet her bright almond eyes.
She pointed at herself. “Praise me!”
“…”
After a few seconds of silence, he smiled.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her to his side, inwardly sighing at how he had found such a precious thing. He raised his hand, tucking her hair behind her ear, and gently rubbed her earlobe—
Just as he was about to lower his head to express his gratitude with a light kiss,
A shout of “Watch out!” came from nearby.
Behind them, on the small jump, a figure flew out, attempting a mid-air side flip. Due to poor positioning and posture at takeoff, the person flew sideways—
With a loud “thud,” they crashed heavily into the railing pole!
The soft plastic barrier connected to the net immediately broke under the immense impact!
Wei Zhi and Shan Chong were both startled. Looking back, they realized it was one of the two men who had been bragging earlier. Now, he no longer looked capable of standing outside the net making snide remarks…
He lay there, limbs limp, motionless.
Shan Chong’s gaze darkened. As everyone around noticed the commotion and approached, cursing, he temporarily released the person in his arms and walked over, parting the crowd.
The people around made way when they saw him approach.
The man stopped someone who was about to turn the fallen person over. He leaned in close to the half-prone figure on the ground, not moving him immediately. He tapped the person’s face, saw his eyelids flutter, and asked, “Where does it hurt? Can you move your hands and feet?”
The person raised his hand slightly.
“Your feet,” Shan Chong prompted.
“They moved,” the person answered.
Shan Chong looked down at his motionless feet, then glanced back at his companion who was about to speak. He shook his head, signaling him to stay quiet, and asked in a calm voice, “Has anyone called 120?”
…
The news of the accident at Guangrong Park spread quickly across the country.
Skiing is an extreme sport, and people should approach it with reverence.
Every snow season, there are fatal accidents at ski resorts nationwide, not to mention countless injuries… Especially in single and double freestyle parks, almost every pro’s first sponsor is the local orthopedic department.
In the skiers’ group chat, Lao Yan spoke up, saying it was impressive that this year’s first major incident wasn’t at a big ski resort, but at Freaking Guangrong.
Someone told Lao Yan to mind his language, but he replied with a grin, “What’s there to mind? That guy was just talking shit about Chong God, and the next second, Chong God was sending him off in an ambulance—”
“You didn’t see the video. If Chong God hadn’t arrived in time to tell people not to move him, those guys might have tried to flip him over or lift him onto a stretcher.
Isn’t that funny?
One second he’s mocking someone for breaking their back, the next second he’s the one who fell. If it weren’t for the person he was mocking having experience with the very thing he was mocking, he might already be reporting to the King of Hell by now.”
… The indoor ski park isn’t that big.
Apparently, Wei Zhi wasn’t the only one who heard their bragging.
The park and the intermediate slope are right next to each other, separated only by a net… The intermediate slope is full of newbies and freestyle pros practicing their tricks. It’s perfectly normal for them to overhear conversations while passing by.
The top freestyle skiers in the country have their own private group chat—
Some of them are even Lao Yan’s juniors left at Guangrong, so how could this news not reach his ears?
Now, seeing Lao Yan’s comments, the others stopped discussing moral issues and started speculating about how badly the guy was hurt.
Amidst the chatter, Wei Zhi and Shan Chong were on their way to the hospital.
Shan Chong was accompanying the ski park manager to check on the situation. The police would surely come to sort out any future compensation issues, and it would be convenient for them to give statements as witnesses.
“You’re not going to stop Lao Yan from running his mouth?” Wei Zhi asked, shaking her phone.
Shan Chong glanced at her. “Do I look like the Buddha or Guanyin Bodhisattva to you?”
Wei Zhi: “…”
Shan Chong: “An hour ago, you were complaining that I couldn’t say anything nice. Now you want me to jump in and say what? Tag Lao Yan and say: ‘Nicely said, bro’?”
Wei Zhi: “…”
Wei Zhi: “Alright, I see your brain is still functioning normally. I thought you—”
Shan Chong let out a cold laugh.
She fell silent.
The man picked up his phone and actually tagged Lao Yan while he was ranting. Instead of saying “Nicely said, bro,” he simply replied with a “1” in his characteristic style.
Who knows what he meant.
It could mean anything.
Just as Shan Chong was about to put down his phone, WeChat started pinging again—
He picked it up reluctantly and saw it was a sponsor from a certain extreme snow sports brand. It was a domestic brand, but very influential…
In the snow sports circle, their product influence was roughly equivalent to ordinary sports brands like Li-Ning, Hongxing Erke, or Anta.
[DF Snow Equipment: Chong God!!!]
Shan Chong raised an eyebrow.
[DF Snow Equipment: I’ve been too embarrassed to ask you something.]
[Chong: …I already don’t want to hear it.]
[Chong: You’d better still be embarrassed.]
[DF Snow Equipment: Don’t be like that! Come on! I haven’t even said what it is! I just wanted to ask if you’d be interested in returning to Chongli for a bit—]
[Chong: ?]
[DF Snow Equipment: It’s like this, we’re doing Winter Olympics sponsorships, right? So we have some collaborations with officials, basically to promote winter sports, educate people on basic knowledge and safety… The officials suggested we send someone to be a promotional ambassador?]
[DF Snow Equipment: Originally, this wasn’t really on the agenda, and we didn’t know who to ask. But today, look at what happened!]
[DF Snow Equipment: I saw that video, wow, who’s that handsome guy so full of love, patience, and forgiveness, returning good for evil!]
[Chong: ?]
[Chong: Are you crazy?]
[Chong: So from your words, I realize I shouldn’t have helped him today?]
[DF Snow Equipment: Don’t say that!]
[DF Snow Equipment: I’m praising you!]
[DF Snow Equipment: As a well-known figure in the snow sports circle and former national team member in snowboard big air, you’re officially invited to come back for an event—it’s like an interview thing, you’d be a guest, along with a group of people currently promoting winter sports through cultural mediums like novels, anime, radio dramas, short videos, multimedia, etc. Everyone sits down for a chat, sharing experiences…]
[Chong: ? What experience am I sharing?]
[DF Snow Equipment: …They’re the ones sharing experiences.]
[Chong: Are they sharing experiences or interviewing me?]
[DF Snow Equipment: Don’t put it so bluntly, wuwuwu. You sent someone who insulted you to the hospital today, maybe promoting and educating about ski safety could help more people who haven’t insulted you—]
[Chong: …]
[Chong: If you weren’t a sponsor, I might have insulted you by now.]
[DF Snow Equipment: Wuwuwu, go ahead and insult me, as long as you come!]
Shan Chong immediately put down his phone.
“What’s wrong?” Wei Zhi asked.
“Nothing, the sponsor has an event, asking if I want to go back to Chongli,” Shan Chong lowered his eyes. “Too lazy to go, planning to refuse.”
Wei Zhi made an “oh” sound.
After thinking for a moment, she suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, “Oh! I was planning to go to Chongli again this year!”
As soon as she spoke, she felt the man’s gaze sweep over her.
She tilted her face slightly, looking at him with sincere eyes.
“What for?” he asked.
“Well,” Wei Zhi said, “I haven’t seen the Olympic venues yet. I want to take a look and ski there. I heard that after next snow season, that venue won’t be open until after the Winter Olympics.”
“…”
“…”
The man’s lips tightened. “You’re always up to something. Plane tickets aren’t free, you know?”
Wei Zhi squinted her eyes and smiled.
Shan Chong would never do something as wasteful as flying from Chongli to Xinjiang, then to Guangzhou, and back to Chongli…
But he couldn’t leave his girlfriend behind.
After all, just an hour ago, they were enthusiastically discussing raising a daughter (or son) to become a skiing prodigy…
Living in different places, forget about raising a child, they wouldn’t even have an embryo.
What to do?
So, he took out his phone.
[Chong: Fine, alright, if you cover my travel expenses, I’ll go.]
Little did he know that his scheming would be met with a barrage of flattery from the other side, showering him with all the existing praise in the world.
Meanwhile, Wei Zhi didn’t even ask what kind of activity the man was participating in, although someday in the future, she would desperately wish she could travel back in time and beg him on her knees not to go.