Everyday Romance After Becoming a Billionaire

Isn’t that so?

Time would prove everything—at least, that’s what they thought.

"Let’s go! I need to go greet the guests."

Shan Weizi took Su Ran’s hand and strode outside.

When they reached the front courtyard, a few relatives had arrived. Shan Weizi went up to greet them. She was very thoughtful, chatting with the relatives for a bit and introducing Su Ran before he walked over to Liu Piaopiao.

Su Ran: "Sister Piaopiao, thanks for taking care of me last night."

Liu Piaopiao: "If you can’t hold your liquor, you shouldn’t drink."

Su Ran: "Sister Piaopiao, is that a mosquito bite on your neck?"

Liu Piaopiao spun around, stomped hard on his foot with her high heel, and whispered, "You did this!" Then she turned and went to greet the other guests.

Su Ran: ???

The next two days were quite busy. Guests came in a steady stream to offer their birthday wishes, and Su Ran helped greet them. Most were figures from the Art World, and they had all heard from the old master that Su Ran was a Wu School artist with absolutely divine brushwork.

And so... a scene that left Su Ran at a loss for whether to laugh or cry unfolded.

Every time someone new arrived, the old master would call Su Ran over and say, "This is my grandson-in-law, Su Ran. Su Ran, show everyone your skills. Let the uncles and aunties see."

Ugh... It was just like when he was a child and Mrs. Su would drag him out to perform for relatives and friends.

The Shan Family had far too many relatives and friends. Su Ran painted so much over those two days he was sick of it. Every night, he needed Shan Weizi to give him a massage. The most infuriating part was when the old master, in high spirits during a midnight snack, would suddenly shout from downstairs, "Su Ran! Come down and paint another one for your Uncle Liu!"

Pfft~

The old man was seriously showing off. He absolutely loved flaunting Su Ran.

And Liu Buqun wasn’t just sitting idle, either. He would do the same thing, pulling Su Ran in front of a crowd to announce, "This is my grandson-in-law, Su Ran. The future husband of Spirit Sword Mountain’s Sect Leader! All of Spirit Sword Mountain will belong to him and Weizi."

’That’s not too bad.’

’After all, Spirit Sword Mountain is huge. Becoming the Mountain Master would be pretty awesome.’

On the third day, the old master’s 70th birthday celebration continued as scheduled, with a full house of distinguished guests.

After the banquet ended at six o’clock that afternoon, it was time for guests to depart. Su Ran had to leave, as did Liu Buqun. It was the end of the year, after all, and everyone was busy. Even the Shan Family had a packed schedule of visiting relatives and friends, not to mention dinner invitations from people in the Art World. So, after saying their goodbyes, people started to leave.

Besides, there was always tomorrow. They would have plenty of time to get together in the future.

「At the high-speed rail station.」

Shan Weizi held Su Ran’s hand and said, "Please say hello to your uncle and aunt for me. I’ll go visit them when I have time in the future."

Shan Weizi had heard from Su Ran that he only had an uncle left. Because of this, she held him in high regard. In her eyes, this uncle was like a father to Su Ran, and no matter their relationship, he deserved her respect. Of course, having been steeped in traditional Chinese culture, the value she prized most was filial piety.

No matter how much she liked Su Ran, if he weren’t a filial person, she would absolutely never be with him, regardless of how wonderful or outstanding he was otherwise.

A man had his right to choose.

And a woman had her own standards for a partner.

"Okay. Once the New Year is over and things aren’t so busy, I’ll take you to meet him. He’ll definitely give you a big red envelope."

"Haha, okay."

After that, silence. Nothing more needed to be said. All that was left was an embrace.

A minute later, they separated.

"Mwah~ Love you."

"Wait..." Something occurred to Su Ran. He said, "It’s been so hectic these past two days, I completely forgot about the important stuff. I found a good sales channel for your hanfu business."

"What kind of sales channel?"

"I know a celebrity, and she knows a lot of film crews. I was talking to her the other day about how infuriating it is that so many historical dramas use that Japanese-influenced costume style. So I mentioned that I have a friend who’s an expert on traditional culture and specializes in making authentic hanfu—purely Chinese in style, none of that Japanese-looking stuff. We discussed it, and she thinks that if a production needs a wardrobe consultant, you could go. You could even design the costumes for the main actors. It would be a great way to build your reputation. What do you think?"

"Su Ran, you’re so invested in my career."

Shan Weizi was touched. She took Su Ran’s hand and swayed it back and forth.

"Of course I support you. It’s not just for you, but because our Chinese culture needs to be promoted. Our people need to have cultural confidence. Otherwise, we’ll get led astray by a few bad apples and end up with all this Japanese-influenced clothing. As if that style can even compare to our hanfu!"

"Mm, okay, I’ll listen to you. I’ll do my part to promote our national culture and spread Chinese heritage. So, who is this big star you mentioned?"

"Reba."

"Reba?"

"What’s with that look? Hey, Shan Weizi, what are you thinking? Didn’t you watch that show? Reba was the one who helped us out. There’s nothing going on between us, we’re just friends."

"Why are you getting so worked up? You’re making me suspicious."

"There’s nothing! Don’t overthink it. Now, be good and go. I’ll call her later and ask for more details. I’ll let you know when I hear anything. Besides, Hengdian is in Hangzhou, so it’s super close, right?"

"Mm, okay. Travel safely, and call me when you get there. Mwah."

"Okay."

Shan Weizi left, and Su Ran boarded the train to Shanghai.

On the way, he pulled out his phone and started chatting with Reba.

Su Ran: [Hello there, superstar.]

Reba: [Knock it off, Young Master Su. That’s too much for me to handle.]

Su Ran: [Handle it or not, you’re getting it.]

Reba: [Get your mind out of the gutter.]

Su Ran: [Could you record a wake-up message for me? One of my roommates is dying to have Reba’s voice wake him up. He wants the cutesy, flirty kind.]

Reba: [Not a chance. Unless it’s for you.]

Su Ran: [I don’t want it. Anyway, let’s talk business...]

Su Ran explained the situation to Reba.

A passenger sitting next to Su Ran stared, dumbfounded, at his phone screen. ’Is this motherfucker really chatting with Reba?’