heir previous experience at the swimming pool where he had performed a grandiose dive off the diving board. After some time, Zeng Yuan surfaced with a splash, "The bricks are buried in the mud and are...Volume 4: Clouds and Moon on an 8,000-Li Journey Chapter 63: Wang Weiwei's Situation

Su Can was once puzzled as to what kind of major trouble could make a group of playboys back down before someone so unrestrained. Even Wang Weiwei, whose father is the Secretary of the Municipal Committee of a provincial capital city and who normally felt no difficulty in dealing with such situations, had come to him for help.

Until one day when Wang Weiwei got Lin Zouwu to call him, saying there was a gathering that he hoped Su Can would also attend. At this point, Su Can immediately realized that this must be what Wang Weiwei referred to as the main topic.

"Hello, Su Can, you just accompany this kid. As soon as he hears Ye Huishang's name, his whole body turns soft. Haha—Oh right, you don't know who she is—that girl is Wang Weiwei’s first love." When Lin Zouwu got excited, there was the sound of a scuffle on the other end of the line and the phone hitting the ground.

When Wang Weiwei picked up the call again, his first words were, "Don't listen to what he's saying!"

Su Can never intended to follow Wang Weiwei to any gathering. He wanted to turn it down since, if there was time, he could contact Lin Guangdong more often and deal with all sorts of small troubles and difficulties the magazine kept encountering.

When Su Can said, "I don't think I'll go then. Have fun," Wang Weiwei sounded disappointed as he replied with an "Oh."

The phone was snatched back by Lin Zouwu and Lin Luoran who took turns persuading him to come along. This left Su Can feeling quite helpless—there's no need for such persistent nagging.

But this also demonstrated that they were truly at an age where they loved to play around, and that they sincerely regarded him as one of their own.

Su Can knew without thinking that this was probably a gathering among the offspring. He never belonged to such a group in the first place and had no intention of becoming part of it. Su Can wasn't naive enough to think that merely befriending a bunch of high school dropouts would enable him to tap into their parents' resources or forge unbreakable bonds with them.

If not for Wang Weiwei, Lin Zouwu, and the trio who had grown up playing together since childhood, if not for his chance encounter that led to helping Lin Guozhou out of a difficult situation and saving Wang Bo's political career, allowing Wang Weiwei’s broken family to be restored, how could he possibly have formed such a relationship with them

The downside of this kind of relationship is its irreproducibility. The relationships with Wang Weiwei and Lin Zouwu are unique and can't be replicated. Therefore, even if he were to contact these offspring now, at best, they would merely become drinking buddies during their youth. Once these people go into business or politics under the influence of their parents, these relationships will inevitably become frail in the face of interests.

Su Can, who reluctantly agreed to meet Lin Zhouwu and others, rang their doorbell on Friday as scheduled.

When Su Can saw Lin Luoran open the door, he was momentarily stunned. The girl in a polka-dot dress standing before him seemed quite different from his impression of Lin Luoran.

Seeing Su Can's daze, Lin Luoran sweetly smiled and spun around in front of him, pointing to her fringe tassel black boots on the ground, "Do you think this looks good"

Upon seeing Lin Luoran's pair of pale legs peeking out from under her skirt, Su Can swallowed his saliva. "Slim girls look best in jeans; it complements them and keeps them warm at the same time. Besides, a dress that short might leave people to their imagination."

The first part of Su Can's advice seemed thoughtful to Lin Luoran, but she turned red with anger upon hearing the latter half, "Are you trying to get yourself killed Beware, I'll kick you!"

"I wouldn't mind," Su Can estimated that if Lin Luoran used her skirt-flipping kicking technique from this distance, he would definitely be treated to a sight worth it.

Lin Luoran's face turned several times; realizing the inconvenience of performing her special move in a dress, she frowned and smiled teasingly at Su Can. Turning around, she called out upstairs, "Brother! Su Can is bullying me!"

The returning Lin Zhouwu was wearing a casual checkered outfit. He had gained weight, giving him an adorable but somewhat chubby look as he adjusted his jacket buttons. Upon hearing her call, he naturally replied, "Oh, then give him a good shove. I support you!"

As a result, Lin Luoran chased and beat Wang Weiwei around the house, carrying various stuffed dolls from upstairs to downstairs.

In the midst of the chaos, Wang Weiwei finally emerged. He was wearing casual pants and a shirt with his hair neatly trimmed at a nearby barber shop; overall, he dressed quite appropriately for his age without overly formal black suits that their social circle rejected.

Standing before Su Can, he felt that Wang Weiwei seemed even more reserved than Lin Luoran had been earlier.

When the four of them arrived at the gathering hotel, Su Can finally understood why Wang Weiwei was so reserved.

They were in one of the waiting booths in the hall of Dynasty Hotel. They weren’t in a rush to enter the backyard gathering site, seemingly waiting for someone else. Initially there were four people, but soon more joined them—** individuals who all knew Weiwei and his group. Everyone was chatting about their own topics. Among them were high school seniors still studying, some who had graduated from high school without furthering their education but worked in their family businesses. They weren’t ostentatious and treated Wang Weiwei very well; under Lin Zouwu’s suggestion, they even called Su Chen "brother," which made Su Chen feel awkward.

Someone said to him, “Weiwei, you guys have been away for a year and a half. At that time we asked around but no one knew your phone numbers. I thought you had returned to Beijing. Recently I heard you transferred back to No. 27 High School. We should come over to play at your school one day; introduce us to some pretty girls, the girls from No. 27 are talented and there are said to be quite a few beautiful ones around.”

Wang Weiwei half-heartedly responded.

A parent whose relatives worked in government agencies remarked, “Oh, Weiwei, your dad came up here this time and got promoted, right Last time he was just the Secretary of Provincial Government Affairs. This time it must be Mayor or Party Secretary.” The tone implied a higher status than before, causing others nearby who were only separated by half walls and potted plants to lower their voices.

Wang Weiwei still responded indifferently. Su Chen smiled slightly; after the incident at Haishan City, Wang Weiwei had matured indirectly. He could now see through many things. The people present here had lost contact with them when they went to Haishan, and might have heard about Wang Bo’s and Liu Cheng’s intense confrontation from their families, so they stayed away from Wang Weiwei. Now that they were trying to re-establish ties, Wang Weiwei wasn’t interested.

Many people like them are the same way; most of them had childhoods and friendships similar to those of ordinary children. But different is that while ordinary kids might fight over a matter and ignore each other for days, these would drift apart due to family circumstances or get closer under familial push.

Su Chen didn’t pay much attention to the conversations in this waiting area aside from occasional glances and interest shown by two girls towards him. He was more interested in estimating the scale and nature of the cocktail party just by looking around the hall and observing the people passing through.

The theme seemed quite casual, with those present being children who received invitations; some even entered accompanied by their parents.

Boys and girls wore different clothes. From Su Chen’s perspective, which far surpassed this era's standards, nothing was too outlandish—the attire was generally proper. Among the boys were shy ones, while among the girls, there were those who dressed appropriately. There were pretty girls as well as plain-looking ones; they mixed in together.

The conversation among their group then shifted to waiting for someone else. They felt it wasn’t feasible to wait here any longer and suggested going into the cocktail party instead.

Although it was just a suggestion, it seemed the people accompanying Wang Weiwei were slightly displeased; after all, they thought he was acting too big and important. Having a Party Secretary’s son waiting around like this had never happened before.

However, when the person Wang Weiwei was waiting for arrived, their hearts suddenly jolted, and they roughly understood why.

A few cars stopped at the door. A girl wearing a dark green evening dress walked out, accompanied by laughing men and women. As soon as she entered Dynasty Hotel, Wang Weiwei stood up and looked at her from afar.

The crowd here also got up one after another. Ye Huishang was pleasantly surprised, hurried over to carefully examine the long-missed Wang Weiwei. She was very beautiful; when she smiled, her mouth opened wide, her teeth white against red lips, exuding infinite vitality. However, Wang Weiwei was so nervous that even his expression became stiff.

"Little Five, Luoran, it's been a long time," Ye Huishang spoke strangely, although speaking standard Putonghua, she carried some Shanghai accent. She clenched her fist and bumped fists with Lin Zhoushu, seemingly an old friends' greeting mannerism. Then she pulled Lin Luoran's hand, baring her teeth in a grin.

"By the way, let me introduce you to Su Cen."

"Hello, Su Cen, nice to meet you," Ye Huishang extended her hand to shake his, looking very open and amiable.

Su Cen inwardly praised this girl's maturity and charm, no wonder Wang Weiwei was captivated by her. Her personality did not belong to the quiet demeanor of a lady of noble birth but possessed an extremely cheerful disposition.

Aside from Su Cen, these surrounding people were beyond the scope of whom Wang Weiwei introduced, so Ye Huishang couldn't help but pay more attention to Su Cen with her eyes.

The crowd then started heading towards the cocktail party venue. Ye Huishang hooked Wang Weiwei's wrist; at that moment, Wang Weiwei's face turned red. Seeking guidance from spiritual leader Su Cen, he saw Su Cen nod lightly at him, slightly reassuring his nervousness.

Ye Huishang glanced at Wang Weiwei and pursed her lips in a smile, as if she had returned to how she was before studying abroad.

However, Ye Huishang's casual hooking of Wang Weiwei's arm caused Lin Luoran and Lin Zhoushu to involuntarily frown.

Closing the distance a bit, Ye Huishang whispered in Wang Weiwei’s ear, "Kong Qinghua's father wants to expand the market for Dynasty Hotel this下半年我們換一種翻譯方式，僅提供文字內容的翻譯，不包括HTML標簽。以下是提供的中文內容的英文翻譯：However, when the person Wang Weiwei was waiting for arrived, their hearts suddenly jolted, and they roughly understood why. A few cars stopped at the door; a girl wearing a dark green evening dress walked out, accompanied by laughing men and women. As soon as she entered Dynasty Hotel, Wang Weiwei stood up and looked at her from afar. The crowd here also got up one after another. Ye Huishang was pleasantly surprised, hurried over to carefully examine the long-missed Wang Weiwei. She was very beautiful; when she smiled, her mouth opened wide, her teeth white against red lips, exuding infinite vitality. However, Wang Weiwei was so nervous that even his expression became stiff. "Little Five, Luoran, it's been a long time," Ye Huishang spoke strangely, although speaking standard Putonghua, she carried some Shanghai accent. She clenched her fist and bumped fists with Lin Zhoushu, seemingly an old friends' greeting mannerism. Then she pulled Lin Luoran's hand, baring her teeth in a grin. "By the way, let me introduce you to Su Cen." "Hello, Su Cen, nice to meet you," Ye Huishang extended her hand to shake his, looking very open and amiable. Su Cen inwardly praised this girl's maturity and charm; no wonder Wang Weiwei was captivated by her. Her personality did not belong to the quiet demeanor of a lady of noble birth but possessed an extremely cheerful disposition. Aside from Su Cen, these surrounding people were beyond the scope of whom Wang Weiwei introduced, so Ye Huishang couldn't help but pay more attention to Su Cen with her eyes. The crowd then started heading towards the cocktail party venue. Ye Huishang hooked Wang Weiwei's wrist; at that moment, Wang Weiwei's face turned red. Seeking guidance from spiritual leader Su Cen, he saw Su Cen nod lightly at him, slightly reassuring his nervousness. Ye Huishang glanced at Wang Weiwei and pursed her lips in a smile, as if she had returned to how she was before studying abroad. However, Ye Huishang's casual hooking of Wang Weiwei's arm caused Lin Luoran and Lin Zhoushu to involuntarily frown. Closing the distance a bit, Ye Huishang whispered in Wang Weiwei’s ear, "Kong Qinghua's father wants to expand the market for Dynasty Hotel this year. Kong Qinghua took it upon himself to organize such a large-scale cocktail party to impress people. This person is really annoying whether abroad or at home; he often irritates me.. "Sis, I'm eating now. Do you miss me Wait a bit, maybe during vacation I'll come play at your university."Upon returning to their dormitory, Tang Wu and her three roommates briefly greeted each othe...