HLM – Chapter 948 Master Xing

Auntie hadn’t finished speaking when someone else interjected: “Alright, second aunt, your daughter already has someone. But young man, where are you from? My daughter is single.”

“My niece is single too—a graduate student at the Provincial Public Security University, a highly educated female police officer. How about that?”

“Hey, your niece may be highly educated, but she might not be the type that guy likes. My niece, on the other hand, is beautiful—over 1.7 meters tall, long legs. Young man, what do you think?”

Wang Bo looked at this shifty-eyed man and felt utterly awkward. Holy crap, sir… is it really okay to describe your niece like that? Your brother won’t kill you, right?

Seeing that the scene was about to turn into a matchmaking event, he quickly imitated Zhou Haojie and bowed politely: “Uncles, aunts, thank you for your kind attention, but I already have a girlfriend. She’s over there—the foreign girl.”

“It’s okay to have a girlfriend, as long as you’re not married. My niece isn’t just long-legged, she’s talented in music and the arts, very artistic.”

Wang Bo smiled wryly: “Although we’re not married, we do have a child—a little girl that my girlfriend is raising.”

That settled things. The crowd dispersed quickly.

Cao Bo beside him looked envious: “Damn, Bozi, all the young men here are single, so why are you always so popular wherever you go? They couldn’t possibly know about your wealth, right?”

“Maybe it’s the aura,” Wang Bo joked.

“Pfft!”

“Wang Bo, you’ve really become shameless now!”

“Ah, time, oh time, please return to me that ugly but sincere, lazy yet kind young man of the past…”

“Get lost!” Wang Bo laughed.

Zhou Haojie’s cousin explained: “When it came to the three-arrow game earlier, Little Wang performed really well. Handsome, spirited, and quick-witted—there’s no one like him in our Fengcheng who would make a good son-in-law.”

“Fengcheng is nice—choosing a son-in-law based on talent, not money.”

Zhou Haojie’s cousin glanced at Su Dongdong: “Who said money doesn’t matter? I can’t tell the brand of Little Wang’s suit or shoes, but they must have cost a lot. I can tell, let alone the sharp-eyed uncles and aunts.”

“Ah, I see. Wang Bo, how much was your suit? I can’t recognize the brand either.”

Wang Bo smiled wryly: “It’s not the brand. I had it custom-made by a tailor in New Zealand.”

“How much?”

“Not much.”

“Not much? How much is not much?”

“Less than twenty thousand yuan—actually not expensive,” Wang Bo said.

Nowadays, a twenty-thousand-yuan suit isn’t really expensive. Everyone nodded.

Fan Dong suddenly asked: “Twenty thousand? In New Zealand dollars?”

“Yeah,” Wang Bo admitted honestly.

A collective intake of breath echoed.

There was no “teasing the bride and groom” at the wedding itself because it was a Han-style wedding. But once they left the hotel, traditional wedding customs took over—naturally, teasing the bride and groom couldn’t be avoided.

Fan Dong gathered everyone together: “Listen up, folks. We’re all highly cultured people, so those nasty traditions of teasing the bridesmaids are off-limits!”

“What the hell, are there bridesmaids? I didn’t see any,” Qingyang asked in confusion.

This wedding only had the young attendants accompanying the bride—not bridesmaids.

Fan Dong glared at him: “You’re so nosy. Let me finish! We won’t tease the bridesmaids or groomsmen—just the bride and groom!”

Eva looked at Wang Bo, puzzled. He sighed and cast a pitying glance at Zhou Haojie and Li Jiayi: “These two are the unlucky ones.”

He was right. That night, Zhou Haojie and Li Jiayi were heavily teased—though everyone exercised restraint; nothing indecent happened. They were just messing with the couple.

After watching, Eva whispered: “Darling, our wedding… won’t have these things, right?”

Zhou Haojie, wiping egg whites off his pants, heard this and laughed: “Damn, there definitely will be. Wait and see—I’m going to totally get Bozi back!”

Eva shrugged: “I mean, if something like that happens, and I reach my limit… I might actually fight back.”

“Whoa, I totally forgot—Eva’s a Russian operative!” Hou Haibo exclaimed.

Wang Bo gave Zhou Haojie a mischievous look: “Bro, if you try anything, I won’t stop Eva. I’ll even help her!”

Zhou Haojie ground his teeth: “You’re lucky, or I’d make you pay!”

Fan Dong said with envy: “I need to marry a wife who can fight someday.”

Cao Bo sneered: “And then one day you cheat, and she beats you half to death.”

Fan Dong froze, then sighed sadly: “Damn, finding a wife is tough.”

They were about to leave when Zhou Haojie’s phone rang. He answered, looking surprised:  “Master Xing? Wait—you’re in Fengcheng? Where are you now?”

Wang Bo and the others were also shocked. He whispered: “Master Xing? You mean Li Xing?”

Zhou Haojie exchanged a few words and said: “Wait there, I’ll come pick you up. Lots of classmates are here, just wait for us!”

He hung up, smiling wryly: “Yeah, Li Xing. He somehow found out I’m getting married today and wanted to come.”

“At this hour? What a tease,” Fan Dong scoffed.

Li Xing was also their college classmate—loyal, strong, and intelligent. Naturally, someone like him would do well in life. Indeed, he did—but in his junior year, before graduating, he suddenly dropped out to join the military while still a student.

They kept in touch occasionally during senior year. After graduation, the contact stopped. When Wang Bo went to New Zealand, he got a message that Li Xing had left the military, joined the underworld, and was arrested.

By then, their friendship had faded somewhat. Plus, Wang Bo was worried about his own life and future, so he didn’t pay much attention.

Li Xing had helped them a lot in college—except Fan Dong, since Li Xing had tried to take his place as class monitor. Wang Bo and Li Xing were very close; in the beginning of college, Li Xing helped Wang Bo when he was learning basketball and nearly got into trouble with a jock. Li Xing and his friends stepped in to protect Wang Bo.

Zhou Haojie was about to drive to pick him up. Wang Bo patted him on the shoulder: “It’s your wedding night. Stay with your bride. I’ll go get Master Xing.”

The midwinter night was bitterly cold, the moon clear, stars sparse, frost-like light glimmering.

Wang Bo navigated to the Fengcheng bus station and saw a broad-shouldered young man pacing with his arms crossed, dressed too lightly for the cold.

Seeing his old classmate shivering yet trying to keep warm through movement, Wang Bo felt a pang of sadness. In college, Li Xing had been one of his best friends. He never expected that when they’d meet again, it would be under such circumstances.