After a huge shopping spree, the two casually found a nice-looking restaurant nearby to eat.
Xiao Bai said, "For the time being, you can just focus on continuing the game development at home, and leave the task of turning the game into money to Second Brother."
Wan Chu’er nodded and responded, "No problem."
Now with Xiao Bai by her side, especially after having just witnessed his power, Wan Chu’er felt even more at ease.
After the meal and taking home their spoils from the shopping spree, Xiao Bai looked around and then picked up his suitcase saying, "Second Brother is going to find another place to stay. Call me if you need anything."
Wan Chu’er was stunned and asked, "Aren’t you going to sleep here on the floor?"
Xiao Bai gave her a strange look, "Second Brother has never slept on the floor from the day he was born until now."
Wan Chu’er said, "Then I’ll sleep on the floor."
Xiao Bai glanced at her, "You just focus on developing your game at home. Second Brother has a place to stay outside, it’s also convenient for me to go out and do business. Not to criticize you, but look at this tiny place you bought, it even feels cramped to me, let alone to live in. Just wait, in no more than two months, I will for sure find you a more spacious place."
Looking around her humble abode, Wan Chu’er never felt it was small before. But now that Xiao Bai had to find another place, she indeed felt it was too cramped.
She nodded, "Then I’ll trouble Second Brother for a while. Once we make big money, I’ll buy you a luxurious mansion."
"Let’s not talk mansions yet. If you really feel bad for Second Brother, can we not always resort to fisticuffs in the future?" Xiao Bai seized the opportunity to make a request.
Wan Chu’er shooed him away, "If you need anything, just call An Zihao. He knows Beijing well and can help you with anything."
Xiao Bai waved his hand, "Got it, got it."
On this point, the two agreed: the twenty percent share they gave An Zihao shouldn’t be for nothing—he needed to earn it back.
The next day, while Wan Chu’er was working on a game operation proposal—after all, having lived an additional decade and a half, she knew some strategies for future game operations—although not deeply professional, providing some general ideas could be used for Xiao Bai and An Zihao to consider.
Throw a sprat to catch a mackerel, Wan Chu’er believed that with Xiao Bai’s sharp wits, the mackerel would assuredly be made.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Wan Chu’er picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number.
Nearly nobody knew this phone number, so Wan Chu’er thought it was a wrong dial and tossed the phone aside without answering.
The phone rang persistently, hung up automatically after a while, and then started ringing again.
Facing the relentless ringing, Wan Chu’er dropped her pen and answered the phone.
The deep voice of Jiang Kechu came from the other end of the line.
Wan Chu’er was taken aback, immediately remembering the day Jiang Kechu left when he forcefully kissed her, and said angrily, "Jiang Kechu, you still dare to call me!"
Hearing Wan Chu’er’s words, the corners of Jiang Kechu’s mouth lifted, as if he could picture her frowning and glaring, he slowly said, "I’ve been thinking about calling you every day, but the mission’s been tight. It was not easy to find the opportunity."
Wan Chu’er huffed, "Cut the crap, get to the point."
Calling her during a mission interval—knowing Jiang Kechu, it must be something urgent.
Jiang Kechu laughed and said, "I’m just calling to ask how you’re getting on with that matter?"
Wan Chu’er’s expression darkened, "If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up."
"Don’t, I haven’t had enough of your voice yet. Can’t you say something nice?" cajoled Jiang Kechu.