Everyday Romance After Becoming a Billionaire

"Alright, don’t cry anymore."

Su Ran raised his other hand and pulled her into a tighter embrace, turning his head to look at the young man lying in a pool of blood.

Sigh...

...

Heavy rain. A street corner. One umbrella. Two people.

Raindrops pattered on the umbrella, ran down its curve, and dripped into the mud on the ground. The water splashed back up, landing on the girl’s ankles.

She continued to embrace Su Ran, feeling as if she would lose him the moment she let go.

"Is that enough?"

"Not yet."

She hugged him a little tighter.

Su Ran turned his head to look at the sign by the school gate: [No Puppy Love].

"Alright, you’re soaked. Let’s go. Go home and change. Stop crying. If you keep crying, I’m turning around and leaving. Stop!"

Hic...

Wenwen pursed her lips, holding back her sobs.

Su Ran reached out and wiped her tears away again. His hand fell, taking Ning Wenwen’s small hand as he hailed a taxi. They got in and left.

In the car, Wenwen still clung to Su Ran’s arm, refusing to let go.

’She’s gotten even clingier.’

Just now, when Su Ran saw Wenwen run out, he had been genuinely touched.

She had abandoned her unfinished math test to run out.

She ran out of the exam hall and straight into her Su Ran’s heart.

"Wenwen, what do you want to eat? After we get home and you change, I’ll take you out." Su Ran stroked her small face. He planned to spoil her rotten today. "Alright, stop crying. I’m perfectly fine, aren’t I? Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

Ning Wenwen sobbed twice. "Can you really make it happen?"

"I have to."

"I want to eat seafood."

"That’s simple. Consider it arranged."

"I’m not letting you off that easy. I was so scared just now. I want to hear a violin accompaniment, the sound of ocean waves, and a sunset to dance by. Only that can mend my wounded heart."

"Ninghai doesn’t have an ocean. Pretend I never asked."

"But didn’t you just say you could make it happen?"

"I can make anything else happen."

"No, this is what I want."

Girls always liked to be mischievous.

"Really?"

"Yep, hehehe."

She giggled foolishly, deliberately teasing Su Ran.

Crying one moment, laughing the next. That’s what it was to be a young girl.

"Hmm, let me think... Alright... I’ll make it happen for you..." Su Ran raised his hand. "Wenwen, look at this."

"What?"

"This. SNAP~"

With a snap of his fingers, Wenwen slumped into his arms.

The driver was stunned. ’Damn, that’s impressive,’ he thought. ’That’s way more effective than slipping something into a girl’s drink. When a hypnotist decides to act like a beast, even other beasts get scared.’

’Holy shit! Holy shit!’ his mind screamed. ’This guy just hypnotized a young girl! What the hell is he planning to do?!’

It was nothing, just one of Su Ran’s little magic tricks. Of course, he knew a bit of hypnotism.

’Sigh... Well, what can you do? I made a promise, so I have to keep it.’

...

「Two hours later.」

Xisha.

A small island.

A beach.

The light of the setting sun scattered across the sparkling sea.

A gentle breeze stirred the waves, sending them lapping against the shore.

A lighthouse on a distant cliff.

A lone sailboat and seagulls on the distant horizon.

Where the sea met the sky in a single line.

Everything was as romantic as a fairy tale.

It was the kind of romance that was deadliest to a young girl; what girl could resist such a temptation?

Su Ran didn’t understand romance, but for a girl, every solid, tangible thing he did was the most romantic thing of all.

Amidst the sunset.

On the deck of a rusty, beached ship, a faint candlelight flickered.

The cry of a seagull startled Ning Wenwen awake. She lifted her head from Su Ran’s shoulder and rubbed her eyes. "I overslept..." she murmured, slowly opening her eyes to see Su Ran sitting beside her.

"I think I was just dreaming. I dreamt I was flying."

Su Ran smiled, a mysterious sort of smile. Seeing him smile, Ning Wenwen felt her own heart lighten.

"What are you smiling at? Do you think my dream is silly?"

"Ning Wenwen, I’ve arranged the grand meal you asked for."

Su Ran stood up and walked toward a seafood feast on the deck.

Ning Wenwen’s astonished gaze swept around her. With a soft gasp, she covered her mouth, still thinking it was a dream she was afraid to wake from.

The sea breeze.

The waves.

The seagulls.

The beach.

The lighthouse on the distant cliff top.

The seafood feast, the red wine, the violin behind her.

At first, Ning Wenwen was so shocked she could only cover her mouth, unable to believe any of it was real. ’I just took a nap, and when I opened my eyes, I was by a calm sea.’

"The seafood, the seaside, the beach, the violin... I was only joking! How did you do all this? Where are we right now? Am I dreaming?"

She fired off a string of questions.

"Don’t worry about the rest. Just come and enjoy your seafood feast."

The superpower of money was omnipotent.

By using his superpower of money, Su Ran could truly make any dream a reality. He had Qi Shan arrange everything. When Qi Shan got the call, his first thought was, ’What? To the seaside? Right now? That’s just willful, man.’ But there was nothing for it; he just had to get it done. He contacted a private jet to pick them up from Anyang’s small airport and fly directly to Xisha. Of course, flight paths and all the rest could be arranged quickly when the money was right. If something couldn’t be arranged, it just meant you hadn’t paid enough.

The flickering candlelight enhanced the atmosphere.

To the right, a violinist began to play, and a gentle, beautiful melody filled the air.

"Is this... am I dreaming?" Wenwen asked again, her voice trembling with emotion as she stood before the white dining table.

It was all too dreamlike. How could a young girl handle something she had said offhandedly suddenly becoming reality? What girl could withstand this kind of romance?

Her maidenly heart was completely captivated.

Shimmering teardrops slowly rolled down her cheeks.

Two hours ago, she was standing in the bone-chilling wind and rain.

Now, just two hours later, she was in Xisha.

The sea breeze blew again, making the hems of their clothes flutter in the wind at the ship’s bow...

Her black hair danced in the breeze, her youthful face so beautiful and moving.

On a long table covered with a white cloth sat a single candle, its faint light illuminating the red wine, the stemmed glasses, and the steak, foie gras, and cake covered by glass cloches...

"Do you like it?"

"Mhm."

The girl pursed her lips, her moist eyes taking in the dreamlike scene. ’At this moment,’ she thought, ’I’m the happiest girl in the world.’

The violinist, dressed in a tailcoat, gave a gentlemanly bow.

"Are the two of you ready to dine?"

"Stop crying."

"I’m just so moved."

If she hadn’t abandoned her exam and run out just now, Su Ran wouldn’t have gone to such great lengths.

"See how this tastes." Su Ran placed a piece of French lobster onto Wenwen’s plate.

"Can I have some red wine?"

"Just a little."

She held up her wine glass with both hands and said, "To you, Su Ran. Thank you for turning my wild fantasies into reality, and thank you for tutoring me every day."

"How much of the math test did you finish today?"

"I just didn’t do the last two big problems. But it’s okay, I probably couldn’t have solved them anyway."

"Mm, alright."

The beautiful melody paired with a French feast by the sea—it was all destined to become the happiest, most unforgettable moment of the young girl’s life.

After the French dinner, Ning Wenwen wiped her mouth, sat up straight in a very ladylike manner, and cleared her throat a few times. Then she gave Su Ran a very formal look, as if to remind him: after a French dinner, isn’t it customary to ask a lady to dance?

In this atmosphere, Su Ran was naturally inclined to fulfill all the girl’s dreams.

He stood, walked over, and held out his hand, inviting her to dance.

"Thank you."

Mimicking the way an adult would, Ning Wenwen elegantly placed her hand in Su Ran’s palm. She rose and walked onto the deck, and they danced together in the afterglow of the sunset.

Her bare feet trod upon the damp, glistening deck of the beached ship.

Her flowing skirt was like a wisp of white, fragrant smoke.

Like bowing down, yet also looking up.

Like coming, yet also going.

A graceful, unhurried, and endless melancholy.

A dance of freedom, lost in distant, lingering thoughts.

It was destined to be frozen forever in the purest corner of Su Ran’s heart.

The music stopped. The dance ended.

Ning Wenwen was breathing heavily.

"Was my dancing good?"

"It was so awkward it hurt to watch. Not good at all."

"Hmph!"

"I’ve granted your wish. It’s getting late, we can go back now."

"Nooo, the sun hasn’t completely set yet. Let’s stay a little longer, please?"

She tugged on Su Ran’s arm, acting cute and wheedling.

"Alright."

’Truthfully, a part of him had deliberately wanted to hear her plead like this.’

The two of them sat at the bow, facing the sunset. She chattered on and on, while Su Ran just responded with, "Oh," "Mhm," "Okay," "Hey, why’d you pinch me..."

The sun finally set, and the moon and stars appeared in the sky. The ship’s deck was empty. On a runway, a private jet taxied and took off, heading in the direction of Jiangning.

「That night.」

When Wenwen got home, she lay on her bed and posted on her QQ feed: [It’s so good to have you], along with a picture: a view from behind of her resting her head on his shoulder in the sunset’s glow.

All night, her dreams were sweet.