《Fake Wine》


 CH 1

    ¡°Debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay.¡± That was what Han Yi¡¯s father told him when he was young.


    And that trip to China was precisely for the purpose of repaying a favor he owed in the past.


    The flight from Sydney to Xiangshan would take about ten hours. Han Yi asked the flight attendant for a cup of hot milk, drank about a third of it, and gradually felt a bit tired. His consciousness began to blur as he drifted off to sleep.


    In his dream, he once again returned to the scene of the fire five years ago.


    To ensure the safe evacuation of all the horses trapped in the stable, he raced against time, risking his life as he moved around the fire.


    The cries of people for help mixed with the neighing of horses, like the chaotic times of war, confusing his senses to the point where he didn¡¯t even notice the collapsing roof.


    When he looked up again, a dark mass came crashing down on him like an avalanche.


    The thick smoke choked him, and the stones buried him completely. It was too late¡­


    His hands instinctively struggled as he woke up from his sleep, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.


    He calmly looked down at his right leg, and after a while, he patted his knee.


    The movement was light, but it produced a distinct sound, different from the sound of skin slapping.


    It wasn¡¯t a dream. The fire five years ago had consumed a part of his body. His right leg, below the thigh, had long been replaced by a mechanical prosthetic.


    The imperfect body occasionally encountered inconveniences in daily life, such as going through airport security being a bit troublesome, or attracting curious gazes when wearing shorts in summer.


    But it didn¡¯t matter much. He had gotten used to it.


    Recalling scattered memories of the past, Han Yi heard music playing over the cabin¡¯s speakers.


    The flight attendant, with her sweet and gentle professional voice, reminded the passengers about landing precautions. Unbeknownst to him, they had already arrived at their destination.


    The seasons in the northern and southern hemispheres were opposite. Xiangshan was in the midst of summer, and as soon as the plane landed, a faint sense of heat came from all directions.


    Han Yi took off his sweater, leaving only a white short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body.


    He didn¡¯t have much luggage. He brought a 20-inch suitcase for his journey. When he passed through the security checkpoint, his younger brother, Han Qianjing, was already waiting at the arrival area.


    Han Qianjing took the luggage from Han Yi and led him to the parking lot, asking, ¡°Brother, when are you going to report to the university over there?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m waiting for a notification, probably in the next couple of days.¡± Han Yi replied while taking out his phone and sending an email to the president of Xiangshan University, informing him that he had already arrived in China.


    ¡°Did they arrange accommodation for you?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t know yet.¡± After sending the message, Han Yi turned the camera towards the street outside and took a photo, posting it on his Moments (social media).


    He had only downloaded WeChat the day before, and currently, Han Qianjing was his only friend in his contact list. No one liked his post, so Han Yi gave himself a like.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go to my apartment, there¡¯s a guest room there.¡±


    ¡°Okay,¡± Han Yi agreed. But before that, he felt a bit hungry and needed to find a place to eat first.


    It was dinner time, and many restaurants outside were crowded.


    The two brothers weren¡¯t picky and randomly found a restaurant that didn¡¯t require waiting for a table.


    ¡°You go inside and sit down, I¡¯ll go find a parking spot.¡± Considering that they would discuss important work matters later and to prevent external interference, Han Qianjing added, ¡°Get a private room.¡±


    As Han Yi pushed the door, the silver bells hanging on the door tinkled, and a waitress approached warmly, asking, ¡°Hello, how many people?¡±


    ¡°Two.¡± Han Yi planned to ask for a private room but was apologetically informed that all the private rooms in the restaurant were already full.


    The main dining area had plenty of available seats, so be it, they would just have to sit there.


    Han Yi found a well-lit spot and sat down, burying himself in the menu.


    He was starving, and all his attention was focused on the various dish names on the menu, completely unaware of the sound of the doorbell ringing again.


    A tall and sturdy man entered the restaurant in a hurry.


    Wearing a trendy sportswear set and a deep blue duckbill cap, he held his phone to his ear, in the middle of a phone call.


    ¡°Cuz, I¡¯ve arrived.¡± Yan Jiwen quickly scanned the surroundings, finally locking his gaze on Han Yi.


    ¡°I see him¡­ Hmm, he¡¯s alone¡­ Wearing a white T-shirt, black hair, and a face that looks like it deserves a beating.¡±


    Looking around the entire restaurant, there was only one person who matched the description. Yan Jiwen became even more certain that he hadn¡¯t found the wrong person.


    He hung up the phone and walked up to Han Yi, striking the table with the back of his hand clenched into a fist.


    Initially, Han Yi thought it was his younger brother returning after parking the car. When he looked up, however, he saw a stranger¡ªa handsome young man with an arrogant aura between his brows.


    Under Han Yi¡¯s gaze, the man directly pulled out the chair across from him and sat down, showing no intention of introducing himself.


    Han Yi was a bit puzzled, ¡°Excuse me, may I ask who you are?¡±


    Yan Jiwen, with a tone of disgust, didn¡¯t bother being polite, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter who I am. I¡¯m here today on behalf of my cousin to make things clear to you. You two are done. Don¡¯t ever think of approaching her again.¡±


    Han Yi curiously looked at the person in front of him and couldn¡¯t help but find it amusing, ¡°I think we probably don¡¯t know each other. Did you mistake me for someone else?¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s with the pretense? Don¡¯t dare deny it,¡± Yan Jiwen struggled to contain his anger, ¡± I¡¯m telling you this, if I ever see you bothering her again, things will not look so good for you!¡±


    He intentionally raised his voice, attracting the attention of the diners around them, determined to make that cheating scum feel ashamed.


    After delivering his harsh words, Yan Jiwen didn¡¯t stay for long. He came in fiercely and left gracefully.


    On his way back, he took out his phone and called his cousin to report the situation.


    ¡°Hey, cuz, I talked to that scum¡­ No, I didn¡¯t hit him, really, I didn¡¯t. I managed to control my anger¡­ But if he dares to harass you again, I can¡¯t promise anything¡­¡±


    As he was speaking, Yan Jiwen suddenly noticed that it became quiet on the other end of the call. Thinking it was a signal issue, he called out to the other person a couple more times.


    After a while, the girl on the other end of the phone asked, ¡°Did you really go to see him just now? How come he messaged me saying he waited for a long time but didn¡¯t see anyone?¡±


    How is that possible?


    A white T-shirt, black hair, a natural playboy look. There were only a few tables in the restaurant, so there was no way he could have mistaken it.


    His cousin confirmed again, ¡°Were you really at Haiyue Restaurant just now?¡±


    ¡°Yes¡­¡± Yan Jiwen suddenly fell silent.


    The restaurant he had just entered was called¡­ Kaiyue?


    The names of the two restaurants were only one character apart, and they were located on the same street.


    Damn it, he cursed at the wrong person¡­


    Han Qianjing, who had just parked the car and returned, had no idea about what had happened in the restaurant. As soon as he came in and before he could even sit down, he heard Han Yi saying inexplicably, ¡°Brother, I just met Laozi.¡±


    ¡°What?¡± Han Qianjing couldn¡¯t understand what he was saying at all.


    ¡°I was sitting here waiting for you, and I met Laozi. I think he must have mistaken me for someone else, but it¡¯s nothing.¡±

 CH 2

    Han Yi¡¯s experience was different from his younger brother Han Qianjing. It was Han Yi¡¯s first time back in China, and he was bound to have some misconceptions about many things.


    Those misconceptions were undoubtedly a result of his upbringing. Growing up abroad, Han Yi¡¯s only time he came into contact with the Chinese language was when he chatting with his father and younger brother at home.


    Five years ago, his younger brother Han Qianjing had a conflict with their father and ran away to China. At that time, Han Yi had thought of coming to find him, but he was too busy with the horse farm and couldn¡¯t go after him.


    What happened after that? Their family suffered a big disaster, and his own health suffered as a result.


    He didn¡¯t want to dwell too much on the painful memories of the past, instead focusing on the present and the more practical matters.


    After having dinner and taking a shower, Han Yi lazily plopped onto the bed, his busy day finally coming to an end.


    He briefly gave his right leg a simple daily massage and then lazily lay down on the bed. As usual, before falling asleep, he opened his email to check for messages.


    The principal of the university had replied to his email half an hour ago, setting up a meeting with him at 3pm the next day in the office building of Xiangshan University.


    Han Yi always valued punctuality. He didn¡¯t like to keep others waiting, so whenever he had an appointment, he would consciously arrive ten minutes early.


    Preparation proved to be worthwhile. The next afternoon, as he was leaving, the rental car he was in took a wrong turn due to the driver¡¯s unfamiliarity with the route, causing a slight delay. In the end, he managed to arrive just in time.


    As soon as Han Yi stepped in the principal¡¯s office, Principal He eagerly came over to greet him, extending his hand with enthusiasm, his tone tinged with excitement, ¡°Nice to meet you, Han Mr. Han!¡±


    Apart from the principal, there was another guest sitting on the office sofa, whom Han Yi immediately recognized as the person he owed a favor¡ªJiang Hongfeng.


    Jiang Hongfeng was over sixty years old but appeared to be in his fifties. He was an alumnus of Xiangshan University and a well-known entrepreneur in the country.


    In Han Yi¡¯s field, that Mr. Jiang was also a somewhat famous horse owner.


    Five years ago, Jiang Hongfeng had a valuable stallion sent to the Starry Ranch for breeding, but it tragically died in a fire.


    Upon learning of this, Jiang Hongfeng didn¡¯t demand compensation from them. On the contrary, during the most difficult time for the horse farm, he extended a helping hand to the Han family.


    So when Han Yi received a call from Jiang Hongfeng, asking him to help with training related to promoting the domestic horse industry, he readily agreed without any hesitation.


    At half-past three in the afternoon, after finishing their class, the students began to pack up and move from the staircase room to another teaching building for their next class.


    Only Yan Jiwen remained lying on his seat, fast asleep.


    No one reminded him that the class was over. After all, he was only there to substitute for someone else¡¯s class. Once the class was over, so was his business. A straightforward transaction.


    He had a strong personality. Since he had fallen out with his old man, Yan Jiwen hadn¡¯t asked his family for money for almost two months.


    During that time, he had been relying on odd jobs and substituting for other people¡¯s classes to earn some pocket money.


    Fortunately, the university campus had a lot of students. As long as there were classes, there would never be a shortage of orders. Although he didn¡¯t earn as much as he spent, at least he could support himself.


    The class bell rang, and the next class had already begun.


    For some reason, that class seemed particularly noisy. Even though they had officially started the class more than ten minutes ago, the students were still chattering away.


    ¡°Isn¡¯t Professor Feng¡¯s veterinary pharmacology class today? Did we go to the wrong classroom?¡±


    ¡°Didn¡¯t you hear just now? It¡¯s a special invited lecturer who will take over.¡±


    ¡°Oh my, he¡¯s so handsome! I¡¯m in love!¡±


    ¡°I can finally attend a handsome lecture¡¯s class. Sob, sob, sob, I¡¯ll never skip class again!!!¡±


    ¡­


    The drowsiness that had been lingering was continuously interrupted, and Yan Jiwen finally couldn¡¯t take it anymore and sat up abruptly.


    As he raised his head to look forward, his gaze coincidentally met the person at the front, their eyes meeting.


    Looking at that somewhat familiar face, Yan Jiwen felt like he had seen that person somewhere before.


    Then he saw that person smile at him and call out, ¡°Hey, old friend.¡±


    Who is the old friend? Where is the old friend? Why is everyone looking at him?


    Yan Jiwen had stayed up late drinking the previous night, and due to lack of sleep, he now had a splitting headache and felt even more confused. ¡°What old friend? Who¡¯s the old friend?¡±


    Han Yi didn¡¯t expect such a coincidence. On his first day of teaching at the university, he bumped into Yan Jiwen again.


    Han Yi continued, ¡°Hey old friend, it seems like you¡¯re not feeling well. If you¡¯re really sleepy, why don¡¯t you go back to the dorm and rest?¡±


    On his first day of teaching, Han Yi  had hoped to leave a good first impression on his students.


    He had a good personality and always spoke with a smile, but when combined with the current atmosphere, it took on a totally different meaning. He completely failed to realize that he was speaking with the most harmless tone while saying the most bizarre words.

 CH 3

    The classroom fell silent, and everyone¡¯s gaze shifted back and forth between Han Yi and Yan Jiwen.


    Han Yi had no ill intentions. In fact, he was so easy going that he didn¡¯t really care if students skipped class once or twice. Who hadn¡¯t done that in college?


    But Sleeping in class was truly uncomfortable; the desk was too hard, and lying down wasn¡¯t comfortable at all.


    Yan Jiwen was confused for a few seconds before gradually changing his impression of Han Yi.


    His initial thought was that Han Yi was getting back at him for mistaking him for someone else the previous day.


    Yan Jiwen opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in front of the other students, it felt impossible to explain himself, so he ultimately gave up.


    Expressionless, he closed his book and stood up from his seat, giving Han Yi a glare before turning and leaving through the back door of the classroom.


    The news of a handsome lecturer coming to the Veterinary College quickly spread throughout the university campus.


    When Yan Jiwen returned to his shared room, photos and videos of Han Yi in the classroom had already spread rapidly online.


    At first, it was just the students discussing it privately in groups, but it accidentally spread outside. It reached the marketing accounts and was used to generate traffic on Weibo.


    In order to attract clicks, they intentionally added the tag #TheMostHandsomeCollegeProfessor.


    As expected, a large number of netizens gathered in the comment section.


    ¡°Let out a chicken-like scream! Where did you find such a handsome immortal-like teacher?¡±


    ¡°Is this a teacher? He¡¯s at the level of a campus heartthrob!¡±


    ¡°Why is it that our college professors are either middle-aged with bald heads or beer bellies? [crying emoticon].¡±


    ¡°What? This is our new teacher at our college? And he got featured by a marketing account!¡±


    ¡°Teacher Han speaks very gently, but he also has a temper. On the first day of class, he kicked a sleeping student out of the classroom.¡±


    ¡°With such a good-looking teacher, how could he still fall asleep in class? It¡¯s simply outrageous!¡±


    ¡­


    ¡°Hey Yanzi, you finally came back. I have something to ask you.¡±


    As Yan Jiwen entered the room, Gao Hang, who was lying on the lower bunk, quickly approached him and asked, ¡°Did you go to the Xiangda University this afternoon to pick up orders? Did you see this person?¡±


    Gao Hang handed his phone to Yan Jiwen, and on the screen was a photo of Han Yi teaching in the classroom.


    There were no beauty filters added, and it was taken from a hidden angle, yet it didn¡¯t alter his good looks. It was clear at a glance that he was a handsome guy.


    Gao Hang said, ¡°I heard he¡¯s a new teacher at the Veterinary College.¡±


    Yan Jiwen glanced at him. ¡°Since when did you become interested in men?¡±


    ¡°Pfft, I¡¯m a straight guy,¡± Gao Hang quickly explained, ¡°I saw it on Xiao Yu¡¯s Weibo.¡±


    Xiao Yu, whom Gao Hang mentioned, was his crush and happened to be studying at Xiangda University.


    Normally, Gao Hang had a straightforward and cheerful personality, but when it came to pursuing girls, he was hesitant and had been secretly admiring her for half a year without mustering the courage to confess. But when he saw Xiao Yu¡¯s Weibo repost, he was hurt by the joke ¡°I won¡¯t marry anyone except Teacher Han¡± and suddenly became anxious. Subconsciously, he regarded Han Yi as his love rival.


    ¡°Is he really Xiao Yu¡¯s new teacher?¡± Gao Hang stared at Yan Jiwen and continued questioning.


    Yan Jiwen replied casually, ¡°Probably.¡±


    ¡°Do you have any job orders for tomorrow? Are you going to Xiangda University? If you go, can you find out some information about my competitor¡­¡±


    Yan Jiwen was exhausted and didn¡¯t wait for Gao Hang to finish speaking. He replied in an unenthusiastic manner, ¡°Let¡¯s talk about it later.¡± He took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, covering his head and falling into a deep sleep.


    He slept from the afternoon until the evening, only to be awakened by the ringing of his phone.


    Impatiently, he fumbled for his phone from under his pillow and intended to hang up directly. But in a daze, he glanced at the screen, which displayed ¡°Mom¡± as the caller ID. In the end, he chose to answer the call.


    With a hoarse morning voice, Yan Jiwen softly said, ¡°Hello.¡±


    Immediately, Jiang Wei¡¯s voice came through the earpiece, anxious and hurried, ¡°Xiao Ji, come back quickly! Something happened to your father!¡±


    Yan Jiwen felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, instantly jolting him awake.


    ¡°Mom, calm down first. What happened to Dad?¡± he asked.


    ¡°Your father got drunk and is causing a huge scene in a hotel with someone else. I really can¡¯t stop him. Oh no, they¡¯re about to fight¡­¡±


    ¡°Send me the address, I¡¯ll come find you right away.¡±


    Yan Jiwen kicked off the blanket, jumped off the top bunk, and quickly put on his shoes. With lightning speed, he rushed downstairs, straddled his Yamaha R1 motorcycle, and sped off to the scene.


    Along the way, he contemplated in his mind.


    Although he had a little disagreement with his old man, they were still father and son, and he couldn¡¯t just stay still as his father was involved in a fight.


    If his own father was really being bullied, he would definitely not hesitate to step forward and help.


    But then again, with his old man¡¯s tall and sturdy build, if it came down to a physical altercation, the other party would most likely end up in hospital.


    When he arrived in front of the hotel suite, Yan Jiwen was mentally prepared for a mess after opening the door.


    But as he turned the doorknob, he was greeted with cheerful voices and laughter. There was no sign of any fight. His father, Yan Guohua, was sitting at the dining table, happily devouring freshly roasted lamb.


    Seeing his son¡¯s arrival, Jiang Wei smiled and pulled him over, saying, ¡°Xiao Ji, you finally came. You haven¡¯t had dinner, have you? Come sit here and eat with us.¡±


    What a pair his parents were, playing this scam together.


    Yan Jiwen wasn¡¯t sure what Yan Guohua and Jiang Wei were up to, so he became cautious. ¡°Mom, didn¡¯t you just call and say Dad got drunk and got into a fight with someone?¡±


    Yan Guohua lifted his eyelid and sneered, ¡°I have a high alcohol tolerance. I rarely get drunk. If your mom didn¡¯t say that, would you have come?¡±


    ¡°Alright, sit down and have dinner,¡± Jiang Wei quickly changed the subject. ¡°Come, let me introduce you. This is your father¡¯s friend, Uncle Jiang. You¡¯ve met him before. And this is Mr. Han Yi, whom your father often mentions, the head of F¨¢nx¨©ng Ranch.¡±


    Yan Jiwen¡¯s gaze paused for a moment, slightly taken aback.


    ¡°What are you looking at? Hurry up and say hi,¡± Yan Guohua urged him, then turned his head and apologized to Han Yi, ¡°This brat, Yan Jiwen. He doesn¡¯t quite understand manners. If he offends you in any way, please forgive him.¡±


    Han Yi nodded with a smile, not minding at all. ¡°No problem.¡±


    The Yan family was originally from Inner Mongolia, known for their agricultural and animal husbandry businesses. They later expanded their business into other fields.


    Yan Guohua always said that one should not forget their roots, and the family¡¯s inherited industries must be well managed. According to his plan, after Yan Jiwen graduated from university, he would send him to Australia to further his studies and learn about ranch management.


    In order to find a good school and internship opportunity for his son, Yan Guohua had put in a lot of effort. But to his surprise, that brat Yan Jiwen went and partnered with someone to open a photography studio, using the funds intended for his studies to buy a bunch of equipment that seemed completely useless in Yan Guohua¡¯s eyes.


    After learning about this, Yan Guohua scolded him for being distracted and not focusing on his main career. In a fit of anger, he cut off all financial support for Yan Jiwen.


    Yan Jiwen was not the type to endure silently. The more they pushed him, the less he would compromise. If they didn¡¯t give him living expenses, then fine. He was young, strong, and fully capable of supporting himself.


    Afraid that Yan Jiwen would start arguing with her husband again, Jiang Wei patted her son¡¯s arm and quietly advised, ¡°Behave yourself tonight and give your father some face.¡±


    Yan Jiwen pursed his lips and remained silent, quietly eating his own food. Every now and then, he would glance up at Han Yi, who was sitting diagonally across from him at the table.


    Han Yi was fully focused on chatting with Yan Guohua and Jiang Hongfeng. The three of them seemed to get along well, discussing ranches, horse breeding, and other mundane topics that didn¡¯t interest Yan Jiwen.


    Han Yi looked quite young, and Yan Jiwen roughly estimated that there was at least a two-generation gap between him and his father. Yet, there seemed to be no generation gap between them, which was hard to understand.


    Their previous encounters in the restaurant and classroom were rushed, and this was the first time Yan Jiwen carefully observed Han Yi.


    Han Yi was still wearing white clothes , except he had changed from a T-shirt to a shirt. His style was simple yet exuded an air of elegance from the inside out. If it wasn¡¯t for knowing his identity in advance, it would be hard to associate him with those wealthy ranch owners overseas.


    To be honest, Han Yi was extremely handsome. No wonder he had captivated a bunch of young girls. Even Yan Guohua, Yan Jiwei¡¯s father, at that moment, couldn¡¯t wait to introduce potential partners to him.


    ¡°Mr. Han, being so talented and still single, it¡¯s really strange. I have a niece who is beautiful and also single. If Mr. Han is interested, I can play matchmaker for you¡­¡±


    That sounded like a pimp¡¯s talk and Yan Jiwen silently sat watching his father state all the good qualities of his cousin in an attempt to match those two.


    when dinner was almost over, Yan Guohua gestured towards Yan Jiwen, ¡°Later, you¡¯ll escort Mr. Han back.¡±


    Yan Jiwen noticed the subtle eye contact his father gave him. Escorting Mr. Han back wasn¡¯t the most important thing; the main goal was for his son to build a good relationship with Han Yi and learn many things from him in the future.


    Yan Jiwen¡¯s attitude wasn¡¯t particularly enthusiastic. ¡°I came here on a motorcycle, and I only have one helmet.¡±


    ¡°Why did you ride a motorcycle here? Are you willing to let Mr. Han feel uncomfortable sitting on it?¡± Yan Guohua threw his car keys to him. ¡°Use my car.¡±


    Yan Jiwen had no excuse and reluctantly took on the role of a chauffeur.


    He and Han Yi were really not familiar. From yesterday until now, they had spoken no more than ten sentences to each other.


    On the way back, there was an awkward silence in the car.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry for the trouble of giving me a ride.¡± Han Yi took the initiative to break the silence and talk to Yan Jiwen.


    Yan Jiwen responded indifferently, ¡°No problem.¡±


    ¡°I looked you up in the school¡¯s website.¡±


    ¡°What did you search for?¡± Yan Jiwen didn¡¯t quite grasp his meaning.


    Han Yi explained seriously, ¡°When you said ¡®laozi¡¯ yesterday, I thought your name was Laozi. It turns out I got it wrong.¡±


    Yan Jiwen: ¡°¡­¡±


    Some things needed clarification, so Yan Jiwen said, ¡°I mistook you for someone yesterday. I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    Han Yi said, ¡°It¡¯s okay, I didn¡¯t take it to heart.¡±


    ¡°Also, my dad mentioned introducing you to someone, you don¡¯t have to take it seriously.¡±


    Han Yi just smiled and nodded.


    Another moment of silence.


    Yan Jiwen couldn¡¯t find a topic, so he played music to ease the atmosphere.


    But he forgot that he was driving Yan Guohua¡¯s car. As soon as he turned on the radio, a rhythmically catchy cheesy love song played loudly.


    Selling my love, forcing me to leave


    Finally, knowing the truth, tears fell from my eyes


    ¡­


    Love is not something you can buy and sell as you please


    ¡­


    Yan Jiwen frowned and was about to change the song when Han Yi suddenly turned to him and asked, ¡°I love th vibe of this song. It sounds nice.¡±


    ¡°?¡±


    Yan Jiwen was quite surprised. He always thought that only people of his father¡¯s generation could appreciate such a cheesy and enthusiastic song.


    During dinner, he heard his dad say that Han Yi grew up abroad.


    Although that may be the case¡­


    As Yan Jiwen drove, he wondered why everyone from abroad was like that?


    The song ¡°Love Exchange¡± continued to play. The car stopped at a crossroad, and Yan Jiwen absentmindedly glanced at Han Yi sitting next to him.


    Han Yi was on his phone, and the interface on the screen looked somewhat familiar. It was a social media app.


    The two weren¡¯t far apart, and Yan Jiwen could clearly see the chat homepage with numerous unread messages and a collection of beautiful girls¡¯ profile pictures.


    [Hello, big brother]


    [Big brother Mua~]


    [Is your profile picture a picture of yourself? So handsome [heart emoji]]


    ¡­


    Sporting a player who casts nets everywhere, just like his cousin¡¯s lousy ex-boyfriend. Yan Jiwei thought to himself.


    Suddenly, Yan Jiwen¡¯s phone, which was left on the side, rang with a loud notification sound.


    A random account had sent him a friend request with a message: ¡°Good evening.¡±


    Yan Jiwen stared at the screen and contemplated for a while between deleting the friend request and ignoring the message. Suddenly, the chat page refreshed on its own, and he noticed the name change from ID7688 to [Love Exchange].


    Immediately, a second message popped up: ¡°This is my new screen name.¡±