Chapter 265: Extra: New Year’s Eve Quarrel
Rong Xingyu had not expected that on the last day of the year, just as they were about to welcome the new year, he and Ding Yixin would actually have a quarrel.
However, calling it a quarrel wasn’t quite accurate, because as always, it was just Rong Xingyu sulking at Ding Yixin on his own.
"Sigh, forget it. Just thinking about it makes me angry," Rong Xingyu snorted.
Sitting across from Rong Xingyu, Qian Zhijun who had originally thought there would be juicy gossip to hear fell silent.
He had even dragged over a little stool and prepared sunflower seeds himself.
That was it?
Come on, give me more details!
It was rare to get gossip about Rong Xingyu and the big boss.
"Enough about me. Zhijun, what about you? Anything interesting happen lately?" Rong Xingyu rested his chin on one hand while twirling the straw in the mango pomelo sago in front of him with the other, stirring it absentmindedly.
The ice cubes in the drink clinked against the inner wall of the glass, producing a crisp, clear sound.
Qian Zhijun: "..."
So the topic had suddenly turned to him, was this what it meant to end up being the subject of gossip after trying to enjoy it?
Qian Zhijun scratched his head, thought for a moment, and said, "It seems like there’s nothing much."
At most, Zeng Youzhen had broken up again recently and had been dragging Yue Yeqiao along every day to complain about men and dragging Qian Zhijun into the scolding along the way as well.
Qian Zhijun even felt like his girlfriend was about to be stolen away by Zeng Youzhen.
Other than that, there was nothing else.
Besides, even though they couldn’t meet every day, they stayed in frequent contact online, so if anything new happened among them, they would have already known.
Rong Xingyu let out an "oh."
"How are the wedding preparations between you and Yeqiao going?"
At the mention of the wedding, a hint of shyness finally appeared on Qian Zhijun’s face.
The grown man suddenly became bashful and waved his hand.
"Ah, it’s pretty much done. Anyway, we learned from your experience, so there shouldn’t be any problems."
Rong Xingyu nodded.
He had married Ding Yixin while he was still in school, whereas Qian Zhijun had proposed to Yue Yeqiao after graduating from university.
They would be holding their wedding next year.
"How fast," Rong Xingyu couldn’t help but sigh, realizing that before he knew it, the friends around him had all started families.
And when he thought about when he and Qian Zhijun had first met.
"I remember when we first met, you were so chubby," Rong Xingyu said with a note of nostalgia entering his voice. "When I asked you something, you were even scared."
Seeing the smile on Rong Xingyu’s face, Qian Zhijun froze for a moment.
Hadn’t he first met Rong Xingyu at the start of school?
But back then, Rong Xingyu had been that arrogant young master and completely different from how he was now.
Qian Zhijun clearly remembered that he had been assigned to sit next to Rong Xingyu as deskmates, and since he was timid, he spent every day on edge, afraid of getting beaten up.
Until one day, Rong Xingyu suddenly seemed like a different person and even took the initiative to talk to him.
That was when they became best friends.
So was Rong Xingyu talking about that day?
Indeed, from that day onward, Qian Zhijun had truly begun to get to know his deskmate.
So calling it their first meeting was quite fitting.
A nostalgic smile appeared on Qian Zhijun’s face as well. "Yeah, who would have thought time would pass so quickly?"
Rong Xingyu and Qian Zhijun sat in the café chatting for a long time.
During that time, Rong Xingyu even received a call from Rong Zhenqiao.
"Big brother," Rong Xingyu called out to Rong Zhenqiao.
Actually, when he saw the caller ID just now, Rong Xingyu felt a small flicker of disappointment, he had thought it was a certain someone.
But it had indeed been a while since he last spoke with his older brother on the phone.
Rong Xingyu and Rong Zhenqiao spoke at the same time
"Tonight—"
"Tonight—"
Rong Xingyu let out a soft laugh and Rong Zhenqiao on the other end of the line seemed to laugh as well, his voice carrying a smile.
"You go first."
Rong Xingyu cleared his throat. "Tonight, big brother shouldn’t work overtime. He’ll go home and cook something delicious for everyone."
"Xiaoyu is being so nice?" Rong Zhenqiao laughed.
He had originally wanted to ask whether Rong Xingyu would come home for dinner tonight too.
But hearing Rong Xingyu say that, Rong Zhenqiao couldn’t resist teasing him a little. "Could it be that you have quarreled with Rong Tingye and is coming home to have big brother back you up?"
Rong Xingyu fell silent.
Rong Xingyu snorted. "Fine, then don’t eat."
Rong Zhenqiao quickly coaxed him in a gentle tone, soothing Rong Xingyu until he was in a good mood before hanging up.
"Zhijun, then I’ll head off first," Rong Xingyu said.
Qian Zhijun who had just overheard the phone call nodded. "Go on, go on. I’m going to pick up Yeqiao to celebrate the New Year too. See you next year!"
Rong Xingyu smiled and waved at Qian Zhijun. "See you next year."
He walked outside while searching on his phone for a nearby supermarket planning to buy some ingredients.
As soon as he unlocked his phone, he saw WeChat notifications popping up nonstop and it was from Ye Shiyuan whose saying something in the group chat.
Rong Xingyu tapped in curiously only to see Ye Shiyuan had sent a long string of red envelopes.
"...Today’s ingredient expenses were covered."
Rong Xingyu opened them one by one and sure enough, he had the best luck on every envelope.
After graduating, Ye Shiyuan had entered his own family’s company to inherit the business.
However, Rong Xingyu hadn’t expected that this silly rich kid would actually choose to start from an intern position.
Not long ago, after Ye Shiyuan became a full employee and he had happily sent out a wave of red envelopes in the group chat.
And what was the reason this time?
[ Ye Shiyuan: I got promoted!!! ]
[ Ye Shiyuan: Wahahaha! I’m giving you all New Year money! ]
[ Ye Shiyuan: Wishing you a Happy New Year in advance. ]
[ Ye Shiyuan: I loves you all hahahahahaha!!! ]
Rong Xingyu immediately fell silent.
He was too lazy to pay him any attention.
After thinking for a moment, he called Rong Zishan.
Very quickly, the "full-time driver" came hurrying over.
Rong Zishan stood in front of the fiery red sports car and whistled at Rong Xingyu.
"Can I order dishes?"
It had been a long time since he’d tasted Xiaoyu’s cooking and honestly, Rong Zishan really missed it.
"Yes. Garlic spare ribs?" Rong Xingyu was still carefully picking out lobsters, not even lifting his head.
Rong Zishan pushed the shopping cart behind him and said in delight when he heard that, "How did you know! Xiaoyu! You’re really the little worm in your Fourth Brother’s stomach—I love you to death!"
Rong Xingyu said, "And cream mushroom soup that Second Brother likes. The dishes Third Brother and Big Brother like also need to be made."
Rong Zishan said, "It’s fine... I loves whatever you cooks!"
After finishing all the shopping, there was actually still some money left from Ye Shiyuan’s red envelopes.
Rong Xingyu carried two small bags and walked easily in front, while Rong Zishan carried big and small bags with some difficulty, following behind him.
When they returned to the Rong residence, they found Rong Zhenghao and Rong Zhijian already at home, while Rong Zhenqiao had not yet arrived.
They came forward to greet them.
"Let him take it," Rong Zhenghao said, taking the shopping bags from Rong Xingyu’s hands and directly ignoring Rong Zishan.
Rong Zishan protested, "Hey! There’s still a person here, give me a hand too!"
Rong Zhijian acted as if he hadn’t heard anything at all, his hands tucked into his pockets.
Rong Xingyu immediately burst out laughing, "Hahaha!"
With his brothers helping out, a table full of exceptionally sumptuous dishes was quickly completed.
"Cheers!"
The glasses clinked together, producing a crisp sound.
"Wishing all my brothers a smooth and successful New Year~!" Rong Xingyu said obediently, his eyes curving into smiles as he offered his New Year’s blessings.
Before anyone could stop him, Rong Xingyu drained the red wine in his glass in one gulp.
"...."
Even though there wasn’t much red wine in the glass, the members of the Rong family couldn’t help but look at one another.
After a long moment, Rong Zhenghao cleared his throat and looked at Rong Zhenqiao. "I remembers that Xiaoyu’s alcohol tolerance doesn’t seem very good, right?"
Rong Zhenqiao fell silent.
After a pause, Rong Zhenqiao hesitated and said, "Maybe it’s gotten a bit better now?"
