Published: March 2, 2025
“Indeed, it’s very beautiful.” In response to this, Tang Haofei remained noncommittal. He pointed to a deep pit nearby and spoke slowly. “Over there used to be my thatched cottage. To be honest, that place was like a spiritual sanctuary for me, it’s just a pity that…”
At this point, Tang Haofei shook his head.
“Forget it, let’s not talk about that. I remember your name is Sun Xuewei, right?”
“Yes, it’s written in the registry.”
“No, I’m not referring to the registry. A long time ago, well, really a long time ago, Wen Yu told me about his story with your father, and yours too.”
Upon hearing this, Sun Xuewei fell silent.
“I'm sorry, it seems I brought up some unpleasant memories.”
The past events had already been laid bare by Wen Yu to Sun Xuewei, and the two had reached a reconciliation. Sun Xuewei no longer held any resentment, so there were no secrets or hidden dangers in this matter anymore.
“It’s just… it’s nothing…”
“Alright, let’s change the topic. Do you mind telling me what happened with Wen Yu, um, my good brother, in the last few decades?”
“The last few decades?”
“Yes, after he became the Beijing commander-in-chief officer.”
“Um, I don’t know the details too well, but if you want to hear it…”
“Don’t call me sir, just call me Tang Haofei.”
“Um, okay. If you want to hear it, I can tell you, but you know, I don’t have much to share.”
“That's expected, just share what you know.”
“Well… I have a condition…”
Hearing this, Tang Haofei was momentarily taken aback. He turned to look at the woman beside him.
Sun Xuewei was looking at him with a sly expression. In her gaze and demeanor, Tang Haofei saw no trace of fear or humility.
He paused for a moment, then smiled.
“Alright! What’s the condition?”
“Why don’t you tell me what happened here in the past?”
“Tsk, that’s a very long story.”
“We have plenty of time, don’t you think?”
…
“By the way, do you mind if I ask a question?”
The voice of Lin Haifeng came from the computer, while Wen Yu simply stared at the monitor showing Tang Haofei and ten women in slumber. After a moment, he nodded.
“Feel free to ask, and I’ll answer as I please.”
Ask whatever you want; answering depends on my mood.
“After all these years, why haven’t you found a woman?”
This idiotic question made Wen Yu scoff. He merely raised his head and pointed at Tang Haofei on the television screen.
No words were needed.
“So you’re afraid, right?”
“Right!”
Wen Yu wouldn’t deny this question—he was afraid of having a weakness, afraid of being manipulated, afraid that merely existing would harm those he loved and who loved him.
It wasn’t that he was heartless; it was just that his emotions were too delicate, coupled with a severe lack of security…
In summary, there were many factors involved.
“Actually, the most important point is that I haven’t met the right person.”
Lin Haifeng's explanation caused Wen Yu to pause slightly as he contemplated it, then he smiled.
“Your explanation has finally sparked my desire to respond.”
Saying this, he sat down on the sofa.
“Actually, I’ve also considered that if I really met a woman who could make me disregard everything else, I might experience a normal life. As for what hasn’t happened, I won’t make any definite claims. But your explanation does make sense.”
The experience of being the world’s number one for thirty-five years, along with the constant influence of Fran and Lin Haifeng, had changed Wen Yu’s perspective and way of thinking to a certain extent.
For example, regarding “love,” because he had never experienced it, Wen Yu wouldn’t provide any certain answers.
Human hearts are fickle…
This change depends on various aspects!
“So, what do you think your right person should be like?”
Upon hearing this question, Wen Yu fell silent again. He contemplated the hidden meaning behind the question, and after a while, as if awakening, he said, “Help me pull up the files of these ten women.”