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Chapter 342 - Chapter 342 Chapter 266 Assistance from an Elder Brother and a

Chapter 342: Chapter 266: Assistance from an Elder Brother and a Cousin Chapter 342: Chapter 266: Assistance from an Elder Brother and a Cousin Beijing, a certain cousin silently put down his phone.

“Why don’t Ningning and Wanzhou reply to me in the group?” The cousin was puzzled.

“Not even Ming Lang that mischievous little guy is speaking up, this is outrageous!”

As a seasoned chatterbox, seen by his younger cousins as the epitome of loquaciousness, the cousin, though far away in Beijing, countless miles from Hang City, insisted on actively chatting and spamming in the family youngsters’ group chat every day.

In the past, Ningning and Wanzhou would occasionally engage with him, and Ming Lang was quite talkative and fun to chat with.

Today was bizarre. An hour had passed since he spoke up, and no one had replied.

Actually, the reason was simple.

Because everyone in the group was gathered offline, they were all chatting face to face. Who would have the time to reply to him in the group!

And at this point, the topic of conversation between Ming Lang, Wanzhou, and Qingning was about Cheng Zhu, that Cousin had been inquiring about repeatedly with no success.

If he knew that the reason no one was paying attention to him was that they were all together talking about Cheng Zhu, he would probably burst out again, “No! Who the hell is Cheng Zhu?!”

Hang City, inside a certain restaurant, Qingning and the other two were eating dinner together.

Today was Friday, and Lin Lu had gone home, so he didn’t come along.

The gathering was organized by Ming Lang. He had also called Cheng Zhu, but he was busy with a lot of stuff in the afternoon, so he “politely declined!”

At this moment, at the dining table, Qingning was dressed in Burberry’s classic trench coat, which, paired with her cool demeanor, exuded a bit of a mature charm.

Wanzhou dreamed of being an overbearing CEO, so as soon as it got cold, various colors and styles of coats became his standard outfit, and today he even wore a shirt and tie underneath.

Ming Lang’s physical description–omitted.

Right now, Boss Shen was diligently pouring freshly squeezed orange juice for his sister, saying, “What has our cousin been busy with lately? He’s missed several meals.”

Wanzhou, as his close cousin, intuitively knew he was actually referring to Cheng Zhu.

He pushed his cup forward signaling Ming Lang to pour him some juice quickly while saying, “Busy making money, what else could he be doing?”

Although he was talking about the important business of making money, his tone couldn’t help but carry a hint of grievance.

Ming Lang and Wanzhou were always bickering whenever they saw each other, but seeing the cup being pushed forward, he subconsciously poured orange juice for his close cousin anyway.

“Have you seen him less recently?” he asked Wanzhou.

“Yeah, the last time he initiated contact with me was during the autumn outing when he borrowed my car and swapped it with his tiny pink electric scooter. He didn’t even treat me to a meal, just shooed me off with a cup of his homemade milk tea! I had to ride that electric scooter back wearing a coat like this…”

And so, Little President Jiang slipped into a long-winded complaint mode, never once mentioned how delightfully he’d ridden that garish pink electric scooter!

Ming Lang overheard and focused on the electric scooter, already conjuring up the mental image, laughing and cursing, “Isn’t that fucking perfect for you!?”

One simple sentence set off Little President Jiang, who started gesturing wildly with pointer finger raised as if ready to retort.

Meanwhile, Qingning sat quietly, her mind automatically filtering out words, becoming, “Aba, aba aba… a cup of his homemade milk tea… aba, aba aba…”

“Did he also actively offer Wanzhou his handmade milk tea?” Qingning thought to herself.

It was quite a normal thing really, since she was about to open a milk tea shop and was developing some new products, naturally, she wanted her friends and family to taste them.

It’s just that she wasn’t included among those people.

If this was a month ago, she probably wouldn’t have felt such a gap in her heart.

But what’s fatal was, although they were now just friends, they were… lip buddies!

Qingning, as a proud tsundere, wanted to classify the incident as a little mishap that happened after they both drank too much.

But once something happens, one’s mindset can’t help but change.

Her first kiss was taken by him; that was the fact.

Thus, small matters that wouldn’t have bothered her now brought her deep feelings of loss.

For someone like her, with a cool demeanor and imposing presence, nearly impeccable in every aspect, such emotions were rare.

But in truth, when such small actions from a person can stir your heart, then–danger, danger, danger!

This is the same for both men and women.

“Do you like it?” she suddenly asked.

“Ah?” Wanzhou was taken aback.

He and Ming Lang had just been arguing heatedly over the pink electric scooter for nearly two minutes, having exchanged numerous verbal blows.

So it took him a couple of seconds to realize that his cousin was probably curious about Cheng Zhu’s milk tea-making skills.

Ming Lang also immediately shifted his attention, “Right, how is it? Is it good?”

Just now, he had been too busy imagining Little President Jiang in a black coat, riding the pink electric scooter, his coat flapping in the wind as if it were a scene from a world-famous painting.

Regardless, for a milk tea shop, being tasty is the fundamental expectation.

Cheng Zhu’s shop was located in the Star City, where their family owned a share. It was only reasonable, both personally and professionally, for the siblings to take more of an interest.

So no one thought much of it.

“I’ll be honest, without bias for my friend, the flavor is genuinely good, and it’s entirely different from other milk teas on the market,” Wanzhou said.

“I even suspect he’s not asking me to taste it, he’s showing off to me.”

He knew Cheng Zhu too well.

“Really? It’s different from other milk tea shops?” Ming Lang was suddenly energized while muttering: “Cousin is really something, it’s already a finished product, and he doesn’t even bother to send me a few cups.”

“How fucking big do you think you are?” Wanzhou snapped at him.

Alright, welcome to the battle road!

The two started bickering again.

Only Qingning sat there, quietly taking a sip of her orange juice, pursing her lips, silent.

–So sour, this Shen Qingningg.

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The meal lasted about an hour, half of which was taken up by Ming Lang and Wanzhou’s bickering.

The rest was filled with all sorts of casual chit-chat.

As the elder brother at the table, Boss Shen was quite concerned about the college lives of his sister and close cousin.

Especially for Wanzhou.

Though he might come off as effeminate, he really wasn’t gay.

But is this really the way to find a girlfriend?

Every time Ming Lang met him, he would confront him, “Little President Jiang, have you fallen in love recently?”

“I love your head! You ask every single time!” Wanzhou put down his glass, obviously irritated.

“Don’t you even have someone you like?” Ming Lang was shocked: “That doesn’t make sense, my school has lots of pretty girls!”

Ming Lang began reminiscing about the old days.

Back when he was at university, he didn’t miss out on dating girls.

From his class, from other classes; from his school, from other schools… he’d tried them all.

Remember, he drove a Porsche to college years ago, when everyone’s living allowance was just a few hundred yuan. His monthly gas expenditure was higher than others’ living expenses.

“Scumbag, you even dated my senior sister, didn’t you!” Wanzhou started up again.

“Bullshit! I was a warm man when I was at university!” Ming Lang wouldn’t accept it.

Think back to those days; he was a pure love warrior, right?

As they chatted, Ming Lang began to gossip about Cheng Zhu: “Come to think of it, is our cousin not dating? That’s odd! He was in an early romance in high school!”

Back when they went to Jiuyin to watch the World Cup, Li Xinyue was also there. Wanzhou and Cheng Zhu talked a lot, and Ming Lang heard it all.

Ming Lang asked himself, he thought Cheng Zhu indeed looked handsome, and it was the kind of handsome that even men would acknowledge.

There are different types of handsome guys. Some are considered very handsome by women but not necessarily by men.

Logically speaking, my cousin is tall and handsome, and he has a claw machine shop outside of campus, earning so much money every month. He should be a campus celebrity.

How could such a guy not be liked by women?

And one more thing, I know he sells QQ lingerie.

“If you’re going to tell me that a guy who’s made his fortune selling QQ lingerie is a pure big boy, I’ll cut off my head and let you use it as a soccer ball!”

So Ming Lang even believed it wouldn’t be surprising if Cheng Zhu had experienced several romances in these few months.

“Cheng Zhu? He’s not dating either,” Wanzhou replied.

How he loved this topic!

Because he felt that there was an asymmetry of information between himself and Ming Lang.

He knew Lin Lu liked Cheng Zhu.

When Lin Lu came to him to probe into Cheng Zhu’s romantic past, she readily admitted it.

But she said to Wanzhou with an earnest vibe, “But you must not tell him.”

“Because I will tell him myself!” The energetic young girl was always frank and passionate.

And Wanzhou always remembered that Ming Lang once claimed that if Cheng Zhu could date Lin Lu, he would wash Cheng Zhu’s underwear for a year!

So, at this moment, he spoke up, “Ming Lang, I’m telling you, my gut feeling and what I know about him, Cheng Zhu will either not date or he’ll surprise us all!”

I just won’t tell you, so you can go straight to washing his underwear, hmph!

Unbeknownst to them, Qingning, who also had Cheng Zhu on her mind, listened with a bit of guilt.

If her cousin and brother knew about her “accidental” kiss with Cheng Zhu, they would probably be shocked too.

“Really?” Ming Lang didn’t think much further, simply insisting: “People who had a girlfriend in high school can’t possibly go through college without dating.”

“Unless they’ve been heartbroken and need some time to get over it.” Ming Lang began to analyze men’s mentality with an air of absolute certainty.

“That girl he met at the bar, their relationship must have not been going well, right?” Ming Lang squinted his eyes, looking very much like a ‘Think Tank’.

“Don’t even mention her, I don’t like that girl anymore!”

“Go on, elaborate!”

Wanzhou began to list all of Li Xinyue’s faults.

In the end, he summarized, “She was crazy about Cheng Zhu when chasing him, but once they got together, she changed. Some women are strange. When you don’t like her, she’s all into you, but once you like her, hey! She changes! Doesn’t seem that into you anymore!”

“Exactly, exactly!” Ming Lang raised his finger, his voice pitched high, obviously resonating strongly.

Good thing they weren’t drinking, or he’d have raised a toast!

“So Cheng Zhu also mentioned to me: Some people come into your life just to teach you a lesson,” Wanzhou recalled what Cheng Zhu had said to him.

For Qingning, such topics normally wouldn’t interest her, but because Cheng Zhu was the subject, she listened intently.

“Some people come into your life just to teach you a lesson?” Ming Lang pondered over these words, as memories began to flutter in his mind.

Ming Lang raised his cup and downed his orange juice in one gulp, much like one would do with a shot of alcohol.

“I get it! I understand! I totally understand him now!” Boss Shen put down his cup forcefully.

Leaving Qingning and Wanzhou looking at each other, perplexed.

What the heck did you understand?

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(ps: Second update, begging for monthly tickets at the end of the month.)