Forced into a romantic relationship

After spending the entire day playing outside with Xiao Yixia, from the height of the sun to dusk, Han Zhou finally felt relieved seeing that Xiao Yixia had had a good time and went outside the concert venue to take care of some business.

He needs to get two concert tickets by tomorrow night.

However, things were much more complicated than he had imagined. He circled around the venue several times but couldn't find a single scalper. He tried talking to fans nearby who had tickets, but no one was willing to sell them to him.

Helpless, Han Zhou could only change his approach and try to find out the whereabouts of the scalpers from them, but he was met with looks as if he were an idiot—it was unclear whether they thought he was a newcomer wanting to enter the industry or a fool who was rich but stupid.

Han Zhou would rather be the latter, since money can indeed solve many problems. As long as the price is high enough, plenty of people will be eager to send him tickets.

Unfortunately, he is now penniless. He has no money in his phone and his two former sugar daddies, Xiao Yixia and Lin Anyu, are still developing and cannot provide him with financial support.

"Looks like I'll have to figure out how to sneak in tomorrow..."

As the sky gradually darkened, Han Zhou sighed inwardly and decided to take Xiao Yixia home first, and then try his luck again later.

Seeing Han Zhou walking over from a distance with a melancholy look on his face, Xiao Yixia knew that his "ticket-hunting journey" was not going well. She slowly closed the book "Child Psychology", raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and got up from the bench.

"I thought that with your thick skin, you would kneel down and kowtow with me, begging everyone to give you the votes."

She spoke calmly, hugged the book to her chest, and slowly walked to Han Zhou's side. Her gaze passed over him and looked at the venue where the lights were gradually coming on in the twilight.

Han Zhou put his hands in his pockets and said with feigned helplessness, "I do have that idea, but I'm afraid you won't cooperate."

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but ever since I took his advice, this child seems to be becoming more and more like the future Yixia—I can't say for sure about other things, but at least his mouth is getting more and more venomous.

"If you're willing to pretend to be mentally challenged, then I can cooperate."

Xiao Yixia looked away and said nonchalantly, "I've already thought of a title: A young man with dementia is terminally ill, and his last wish is to take his sister to a concert."

Why can't it be you pretending to be demented?

Han Zhou raised an eyebrow and said irritably, "I've also thought of a title: A nine-year-old girl was born mentally challenged, her brother spent millions of his family fortune seeking medical treatment to no avail, and finally received guidance from a master: a glimmer of hope is hidden in this concert."

Xiao Yixia was silent for a moment: "Being able to make up such a stupid story means you are indeed suitable to play the role of a senile person."

"You don't understand, people nowadays are willing to believe in bizarre stories."

Han Zhou sighed and said in a deliberately profound tone, "The president must fall in love with the cleaning lady, a hero should die for his heroic deeds, and there must be unsolved mysteries hidden deep in the mountains and forests—in short, ordinary truths cannot keep people."

"Moreover, for celebrities, the most important thing is popularity. As long as we insist that there is a master in the concert, regardless of whether the organizers believe it or not, in order to promote the concert, they may actually use this as a publicity stunt and give us two concert tickets as a bonus."

Han Zhou became more and more confident as he spoke, straightening his back slightly, looking like he had everything under control, as if he could already see concert tickets beckoning to him.

Xiao Yixia remained silent, letting him immerse himself in his art. After a while, she finally spoke, "I'm not saying it's stupid of you to publicly announce that there are experts at the concert."

"Where is it stupid?"

"You're a penniless wretch; there's no way you could possibly have millions in assets."

Han Zhou: "..."

"Isn't this just making up a story?"

"Stories need to be plausible," Xiao Yixia said calmly.

"You mean, my chances of becoming a millionaire are even lower than finding a miracle cure for dementia at a concert?" Han Zhou said with great distress.

Xiao Yixia remained noncommittal.

Han Zhou sighed deeply, seemingly somewhat dejected. After a moment of silence, he suddenly thought of something and tentatively asked, "If I may ask, does your family have tens of millions in assets?"

Xiao Yixia turned her head and gave him a strange look: "Yes." Her tone was calm, as if someone had asked Han Zhou if he could take out a penny from his pocket, and he answered as if it were a trivial matter.

"Then you lose."

Han Zhou smiled slightly, straightened his back again, and seemed to instantly feel more relaxed.

Xiao Yixia was already used to this guy occasionally spouting a stupid remark or two, so she didn't bother to respond. Instead, she asked, "Are you going back?"

"It depends on whether you want to go back. It's still early, so you can wander around some more."

Han Zhou originally planned to go back, but seeing that the surroundings were starting to become lively, he simply handed the choice over to Xiao Yixia.

"Do not want to."

Little Yixia was clearly not interested in the increasingly crowded streets.

Han Zhou didn't want to stay here and squeeze in with others, so he said, "Then let's go back."

"Ah."

The last rays of the setting sun had long been replaced by the dim starlight, and the streetlights lit up one by one, casting long shadows of the two people.

Almost at the same time the two left, two girls walked hand in hand through the crowd, one of whom was Zhong Yin.

She was dragged shopping by her friend Liu Shiyue. Although she said it was to confirm the location of the stall for tomorrow, she knew very well that the other party must have other purposes.

It's important to know that although the two have a good relationship, they are not so close that they hold hands wherever they go. The main reason they agreed to go out was to see if Sun Wukong would appear nearby.

That guy didn't come home last night, and he still hasn't returned home even though it's dark today. I don't know where he's off gallivanting off to. He's such a grown man, why doesn't he have a cell phone? I can't contact him at all. If he dares to forget about setting up a stall together tomorrow, she will never forgive him.

She even changed her weekly family gathering to the evening to wait for him, and made a big cake by hand. If he really doesn't come back tonight... this isn't over!
Zhong Yin didn't know why she was so angry. It was probably because, as someone who also had a younger sister, the thought of Sun Wukong daring to abandon his sister for so long made her feel uncomfortable.

She wanted to see today what exactly that important matter was, and whether he could really just abandon his family like that.

Seeing Zhong Yin startle as soon as she arrived near the concert venue, looking around with a serious expression, Liu Shiyue was startled. Thinking she had discovered something, she quickly asked, "Zhong Yin, what are you looking for?"

"Find someone."

Upon hearing this, Liu Shiyue's heart leaped into her throat. She forced herself to remain calm and asked, "Looking for...looking for whom?"

Oh no, could it be that Zhong Yin really found out?

"It's the guy I told you about before, the one who'll be setting up a stall with me tomorrow morning."

Zhong Yin looked around and said solemnly, "You can help me look for someone around our age, very good-looking, with fair skin, just a bit thin... Oh, and he might be wearing a mask and a baseball cap, that's important!"

"Masks and baseball caps..."

Upon hearing that Zhong Yin wasn't looking for Zhang Yang, Liu Shiyue breathed a sigh of relief, then seemed to realize something, and a thoughtful expression appeared on her face.

"What, you saw him?" Zhong Yin immediately followed her gaze and looked behind her.

"Not now."

Liu Shiyue gave a wry smile and recalled, "But this afternoon I did see a guy wearing a mask and a baseball cap in the bookstore. He looked pretty much like the one you described, and he was quite interesting to talk to..."

After a moment's hesitation, she added earnestly, "Oh, and there was a pretty girl with him." (End of Chapter)