The Young Lords of Wuling East of the Golden Market, Riding White Horses with Silver Saddles Through the Spring Breeze Chapter 110: New Year (Part 1)

The next morning, he went downstairs and lit a cigarette, breathing in the fresh morning air. Just as he was about to buy breakfast, his phone rang again.

“Hey, Fang Yu! You’re home for the holidays, huh? When are we meeting up?” It was the chubby guy calling.

“Oh, where to?” Fang Yu asked.

“Anywhere, really. How about hanging out at the old spot?” The old spot was the little park near Baozi’s home, just around the corner from Baozi’s building.

“Damn, who’s got time to go to the park with you? It’s so cold, I’m catching a cold just thinking about it. Besides, your boss Baozi is so rich—why would he be strolling around the park?”

“Oh, even if you’re rich, you gotta be frugal. You know Yanzi, she spends like crazy. Right now, all my goods are stocked up; there’s barely any spare cash.”

“Then let’s have dinner tonight. I’ll call Qin Lu too.” Just back in Nanwu, he hadn’t had time to spend properly with the girl.

“Sounds good, I’ll invite Yanzi. Where shall we eat?”

“We’ll decide later.” He hung up hastily.

After grabbing a simple breakfast at Kentucky Fried Chicken, he called Cheng Chen.

“Cheng Chen, let’s have dinner tonight. Can you pick up Baozi and Hu Yan?”

“Dinner’s fine, but why do I have to pick them up?”

“Your car’s bigger. I’m the dog seat.”

Cheng Chen grumbled a bit, then Fang Yu called Qin Lu.

“Lu Lu, want to have dinner together tonight?”

“Huh? Tonight?” The girl’s voice sounded shy.

“Of course. What’s wrong? Can’t make it?”

“Uh… no, well, can you pick me up in the evening?”

“Sure, I’ll wait for you at the street corner at five.”

He spent the whole day sprawled on Zhao Bin’s small bed, while Zhao Bin grumbled and played outdated computer games.

By dusk, Lu Zhen arrived at Zhao Bin’s place. The three of them donned their jackets and headed out. Fang Yu drove to the street corner below Qin Lu’s building. Five minutes later, the girl bounced out, wearing her newly bought clothes.

“Hehe, my family asked where I got the clothes, and I said my boyfriend gave them to me,” Qin Lu smiled coyly.

He kissed her rosy cheek and laughed heartily.

“So, what did your family say?”

“What else could they say? My dad said college relationships aren’t reliable and told me to focus on work before dating.” Qin Lu pouted in dissatisfaction.

“Tsk, wait a year and I’ll get your dad some gifts—he won’t say that anymore.” He started the 640 and headed toward Baozi’s place.

At that moment, Baozi and Hu Yan stood shivering at the street corner, their noses red from the cold.

“Baozi, your Continental! Why does your dad keep driving it every time?” Hu Yan finally sensed something was off.

“Oh, you know, my dad’s the old Duke, always driving mine.”

As the two huddled in the cold, the 640 rolled up with a burst of music and stopped before them.

“Hey, where’s Cheng Chen?” Fang Yu lowered the window to look around.

“Oh, Fang Yu switched cars? What BMW series is this? Never seen it before—is it a fake?” Baozi stepped forward, admiring the taillights.

“Get lost. Never heard of the 640?”

“Tsk, nothing beats my Continental GT. Cars like this are just for casual drives.” Looks like Baozi’s family had even more luxury cars now.

“Yeah, yeah, where’s the boss Baozi’s Continental? Let’s see it,” Zhao Bin got out of the car, full of disdain.

“You know, my dad always drives it, I never get to.”

Hu Yan grew increasingly annoyed.

“Baozi, if next time you still make me take the bus, we’re done.”

Baozi quickly plastered a smile on his face, looking like a desperate puppy. Just then, Cheng Chen’s Santana arrived, fashionably late.

“Get in, let’s go. No parking here,” Cheng Chen said impatiently as he rolled down the window.

“Santana? Isn’t that Fang Yu’s old car? Nothing beats my dad’s big G.” Baozi’s family had added yet another luxury vehicle.

Fang Yu rolled up the window and drove toward a city restaurant. Qin Lu covered her mouth, laughing.

“Fang Yu, Baozi can’t be serious, right? Why does everything he says sound so unbelievable?”

“Ha, when does he ever stop bragging?”

“Really? So his Continental and villa are all lies?”

“Of course. We just can’t be bothered to call him out.”

The girl looked at him in disbelief, as if she couldn’t understand why they kept indulging Baozi’s boasting.

Sitting in the back seat of the Santana, Baozi kept pointing and commenting.

“Hey Cheng Chen, this car’s no good. The seats are so hard. I’m telling you, my dad’s big G is super comfy; you can even sleep in the back.”

Cheng Chen, who always disliked Baozi’s bragging, frowned.

“Baozi, can you stop showing off? Have you even driven a big G?”

Baozi bristled at the question.

“Of course I have! What’s so great about a big G? My family’s got private jets and yachts—that’s just kid’s stuff.”

Before Cheng Chen could retort, Hu Yan asked,

“Baozi, if your dad drives a big G, why does he take your Continental?”

Baozi’s small eyes darted around as he blurted,

“Oh, sorry, I meant the Continental’s driven by my mom. My dad drives the big G, but sometimes they swap.”

Even after entering the restaurant, Baozi was still explaining the Continental situation. A smiling waiter approached with menus.

“Hello, please take a look at our menu.”

“Fang Yu, you order,” the others waved him off, used to him choosing.

The waiter handed the menus politely. Fang Yu skimmed through and casually ordered a few large dishes. Baozi, acting like a city novice, said,

“Oh, Fang Yu’s treating us, so let’s have something good. Get me one steamed grouper.”

The chubby guy clearly recognized Fang Yu wasn’t the same as before.

“Sorry, sir, it’s winter—we don’t have grouper now.”

“Tsk, no grouper? Your place isn’t up to par.”

“You might try our Boston lobster, airlifted fresh from the Atlantic.”

Under Baozi’s insistence, Fang Yu added a lobster. The chubby guy ate the most, grease dripping from his mouth but still pointing and commenting.

“Eh, this lobster’s just okay. Not as good as the ones I had in Hawaii.”

Hu Yan was enjoying a bowl of papaya stewed with snow frog’s fat when Baozi started bragging again. She quickly put down her chopsticks.

“Baozi, you keep saying your family has private jets and yachts, but why have you never taken me on them?”

“Uh, babe, you don’t know. The yacht’s far away, and I have school most of the time. I’ll take you when I’m on break. The private jet needs an airport, which we don’t have here. My dad uses it for business trips abroad.”

“What about the garden? It’s right in the city, right? Why don’t you take me there?”

Hu Yan was getting upset.

“You don’t get it. The garden’s open to tourists most of the time. I only stay there occasionally during summer break.”

Baozi stammered his explanation.

“Oh, then you have to take me this summer. I’ve never stayed in a real garden before.”

Hu Yan was persistent.

“No problem. We’ll go together, then to Lize Lake for a yacht ride.”

Baozi sighed in relief. The New Year wasn’t here yet—he’d delay the truth for as long as he could.