Shen Muxi, hearing Wen Zhi say that, quickly hugged her arm, putting on a pitiful face as she tried to win sympathy. “Oh, don’t scold me anymore. Your best friend is about to go through a breakup, and you’re not even comforting me.”
She was even acting all wronged now.
Wen Zhi snorted. “Please be clear about this: you can’t even call it a breakup since you two never actually got together!”
Shen Muxi was struck by this blow. She let go of Wen Zhi’s arm, placed her hands on her slender waist, and said nothing. Instead, she just stared at Wen Zhi with those charming eyes—directly, resentfully, like a scorned woman.
Wen Zhi couldn’t help but let the corners of her mouth curl upward. She reached out, pulled down Shen Muxi’s hands from her waist, and led her out of the airport, offering a compromise-like consolation. “Alright, alright, it’s my fault. I have no tact. I should have been paying attention to our Miss Shen’s emotional state all along. It’s just that Lin You has no taste! Such a stunning beauty like you has been right in front of him all this time, and he remains unmoved. It’s his loss for not seizing the opportunity!”
Wen Zhi was talking nonsense with a straight face.
“But you can’t say that about him…” Shen Muxi immediately lost her backbone and mumbled.
Seeing her best friend’s spineless behavior, Wen Zhi rolled her eyes elegantly, utterly speechless.
The driver had been waiting outside the airport all along.
Wen Bing, Wen Zhi’s father, knew his daughter was going to Hong Kong and, worried about the two young girls, had arranged for a driver to pick them up.
The two of them checked into a five-star hotel located in the bustling area of Kowloon’s Central and Western District. The hotel’s location was exceptionally advantageous, situated not only close to the commercial core but also surrounded by a shopping paradise.
What was most anticipated, however, was the breathtaking view of Victoria Harbour from the hotel’s observation deck—a magnificent sight hailed as the world’s best nightscape.
Wen Zhi had originally wanted to experience the vibrant local nightlife. Although that was her plan before arriving, after what happened at the bar earlier, she had long since developed a healthy aversion to such places.
She’d rather be a refined, shopaholic, well-behaved girl.
After resting, Wen Zhi and Shen Muxi took advantage of the still-bright daylight, tidied up, and headed out for some shopping.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps between Hong Kong’s iconic skyscrapers, casting dappled shadows on the bustling streets.
Their first stop was a local time-honored cha chaan teng. The red signboard at the entrance stood out vividly under the sun.
Inside, the place was packed, and the air was filled with the aroma of dim sum and coffee.
They found a seat by the window, and an auntie immediately came over with an order pad, asking, “What would you like, two beauties?”
This shop still maintained the most traditional ordering method, with the auntie servers manually writing down orders.
“Huh?” Hearing the standard Cantonese, both Wen Zhi and Shen Muxi were a bit confused. The auntie spoke quite fast, and their brains couldn’t process it quickly enough to understand what she meant.
“Auntie, can you understand if I speak Mandarin?” Wen Zhi asked softly.
“Sure, sure, I can understand but can’t speak it. Whatever you like.”
The auntie nodded, smiling at Wen Zhi, seeming very good-natured.
Although Wen Zhi didn’t fully understand either, seeing her nod, she and Shen Muxi ordered a few classic dim sum items: har gow (shrimp dumplings), phoenix claws (chicken feet), beef tripe, beef short ribs, siu mai, char siu bao, and cheong fun, along with a bowl of sampan congee.
The auntie worked quickly, and after writing it down, she didn’t forget to say, “Little miss, you’ve ordered so much, you won’t be able to finish it all.”
But she seemed to just say it casually, and once she was done, she hurried off with the order slip.
Wen Zhi and Shen Muxi looked at each other, still completely confused.
“What?”
“I don’t understand~”
After saying that, both of them burst into laughter.
When the dim sum was served, Wen Zhi first took a photo to keep as a memory, and then the two eagerly began to taste.
Picking up a shrimp dumpling and taking a gentle bite, the fresh shrimp meat and tender dumpling wrapper were delightfully springy and smooth!
“Mmm!!” Wen Zhi squinted her eyes contentedly, eating with pure joy and satisfaction.
“Zhi Zhi, these chicken feet are so delicious! Try them quickly,” Shen Muxi urged after taking a bite, eager to share with Wen Zhi.
“You too, try this shrimp dumpling!”
“I don’t care, I’m definitely coming here often from now on!”
“Me too!”
After finishing the dim sum, the two headed to a nearby mall to stroll around. Shen Muxi pulled Wen Zhi along, saying it was to help digest the food.
When Shen Muxi started carrying several luxury shopping bags, Wen Zhi stopped her: “Miss Shen, take it easy. We didn’t bring a nanny with us, and I’m not carrying those for you!”
Shen Muxi looked completely unfazed. Seeing Wen Zhi empty-handed, she couldn’t help but wonder, “Are you really a girl, babe? How can you resist buying all this stuff?!”
After all, Wen Zhi had just watched Shen Muxi shop with a face as calm as still water, showing no trace of material desire.
Wen Zhi was used to her best friend’s teasing and casually replied, “I already have plenty of bags at home. Plus, since starting university, I don’t want to be too flashy. Buying so many would just mean hoarding them.”
Wen Zhi was indeed quite low-key. She rarely brought the tens-of-thousands-yuan bags from home to wear at school, usually opting for trendy bags costing just a few thousand yuan.
After saying this, she considerately took two shopping bags from Shen Muxi’s hands, wearing a little expression that seemed to say, “See how nice I am? I’m not buying anything myself, but I’m helping you carry your stuff.”
Shen Muxi first gave her a half-bow of admiration, then squeezed out a perfect smile and said, “Thank you.”
“Hmph.”
“Mr. Su, after Mr. Wang found out you were in Hong Kong, he sent someone to contact me, asking if you could spare some time to come home for a meal.”
A Bentley with a consecutive-numbered Hong Kong license plate sped along the road.
Su Wenjing, who had just gotten off the plane and into the car, hadn’t even turned on his phone when he heard his secretary’s words. He relaxed against the backrest, his long legs, clad in suit pants, casually crossed.
He shook his head slightly, then turned on his phone and called his grandfather.
In the back seat, Su Wenjing had a few strands of black hair falling over his forehead. His jawline was sharp and clean, and the corners of his lips curled into a faint, elusive smile.
“Impressive, Grandpa. Your intel is pretty good.”
After the call connected, Su Wenjing spoke lazily, seemingly unconcerned that he was talking to his stern and old-fashioned grandfather.
Having spent a lot of time here as a child, Cantonese came effortlessly to Su Wenjing.
“Ahem, watch your tone!”
“Alright, old ancestor, let me finish this business deal first, then I’ll come see you. I’m already here, what’s the rush?”
Su Wenjing’s maternal grandfather, Wang Cheng, was a renowned calligraphy master in Hong Kong. The Wang family was a true scholarly lineage, with most members pursuing careers in the arts, including Su Wenjing’s mother, Wang Wenci, who held a respected position in the art world.
However, back then, Wang Wenci had been thriving in Hong Kong when she met Su Wenjing’s father, Su Yanli, who was on a business trip there. By chance, they crossed paths, fell in love at first sight, and hit it off instantly!
Soon after, Wang Wenci followed Su Yanli back to Haishi, where they married, had children, built careers, and settled down.
Wang Wenci often had to accompany her husband to various social events or navigate the so-called high-society circles, leaving her little time to visit her family.
Thus, during holidays when Su Wenjing was still young, his mother would send him off to Hong Kong, claiming it was for him to learn calligraphy and practice handwriting under his grandfather’s guidance. In reality, it was just a way for him to keep his grandfather company on her behalf.
Unfortunately, Su Wenjing had always been a restless child from a young age. Calligraphy requires patience and composure, but he had no interest in such tedious pursuits. As a result, grandfather and grandson often clashed, frequently turning the Wang family’s main residence upside down with their antics.