Super Rich: Starting the game by going back ten years to buy Bitcoin

After Li Yichen parked his car, he saw a figure in a work dress leaning against the railing in the distance. She wasn't looking at her phone or looking around; she just stood there, waiting blankly.

He rolled down the car window, stuck half his head out, and waved in her direction.

The speed at which Liu Xiaoyu turned her head almost made him burst out laughing—his earnestness in listening intently vanished instantly.

Then she started jogging.

It wasn't the kind of stiff, measured steps; it was a real jog, her skirt fluttering, her hair flying back, and her high heels clicking rapidly on the floor tiles.

Li Yichen pushed open the car door and got out, but Liu Xiaoyu stopped him after he had only taken a few steps.

The two people were a step apart.

She looked up at him, still breathing heavily.

"I thought you weren't coming."

"fool."

Li Yichen reached out and patted her head twice, not hard, just a light tap. "I said I'd come."

Liu Xiaoyu glanced at him sideways, but didn't look away.

"You also said you wouldn't disappear."

That statement really hit home.

Yes, he really didn't tell her he was leaving back then. One phone call, three words, then he changed his number, changed cities, without even leaving a deadline.

"That's different." Li Yichen took half a step to the side and opened the passenger door. "Get in."

Liu Xiaoyu stood there, staring down at the open car door, stunned for nearly three seconds.

She recognized the car; it was from the "Look Up" series, and it cost over a million yuan.

Liu Xiaoyu carefully examined the car. It was stone green, wide-body, and the temporary license plate still read "New Car".

"Your car?"

I just bought it today.

Liu Xiaoyu looked up at him, but didn't ask any more questions.

She bent down and sat down. The leather seats were warm, and the screen on the center console lit up automatically, quietly displaying the speed and navigation interface.

The headrest in the passenger seat was very high, and when she leaned back, she felt like her back was completely enveloped.

This car is so comfortable to sit in.

Li Yichen walked around to the driver's seat, sat down, and started the car.

"What do you want to eat?"

Liu Xiaoyu placed her hands on her skirt and turned her head to look at him.

"I'll eat anything with you."

These words were spoken so honestly that they slipped out, and I was momentarily stunned afterward—what did I just say?

But she didn't accept it.

Li Yichen's hand rested on the steering wheel. He paused for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched to one side. He didn't say anything.

He turned the car westward. He had delivered food around the mall for two years before, and he knew every street and shop like the back of his hand.

Five minutes later, the car stopped in front of a seafood restaurant.

The signboard was a bit old, but the water tank at the entrance was piled high with swimming crabs and clams. He had delivered to this shop thirty or forty times.

Liu Xiaoyu likes seafood, but doesn't like it too salty. She likes clams and scallops, but doesn't like mantis shrimp—Li Yichen knew all this back in high school.

The two sat down in a corner.

The menu was handed over, Liu Xiaoyu took it, and then pushed it back to him.

"You order."

"OK."

Li Yichen turned a page, his finger pausing over a few dishes.

Steamed blue crab, blanched clams, garlic scallops, scallops with scallion oil, and a side of handmade shrimp paste and tofu.

Liu Xiaoyu sat opposite him, watching him nod, and became quieter and quieter the more she watched.

She didn't speak, but she tapped her fingers twice on the edge of the table.

The menu was taken away. She looked down, pulled a tissue from the table, folded it twice, and then just held it there without doing anything else.

Then look up.

"Yichen, do you still remember what I like to eat?"

"nonsense."

Li Yichen picked up his teacup and took a sip, his tone as flat as if he were saying, "Of course I remember what time I got up yesterday."

Liu Xiaoyu held the stack of tissues and remained silent.

But she turned her face away to look out the window, her nose slightly red.

The food was served quickly.

When the table was covered with clams, Liu Xiaoyu sat up straight, picked up her chopsticks, took one from the clam, bit it open, and some broth spurted onto the corner of her mouth.

She dabbed at her mouth with a tissue while mumbling—

"I know there's a night market nearby. Shall we go for a walk after we finish eating?"

Li Yichen picked up a garlic scallop and placed it on the plate next to her without looking up.

"Not today."

Liu Xiaoyu paused, her chopsticks still.

"I have something to do at 8:30, I'll take you another day."

She didn't say anything.

But Li Yichen sensed the subtle change in the atmosphere on the table—she put down her chopsticks a little more gently, picked up food a beat slower, and the smile in her eyes faded considerably.

She thought he was making excuses.

Li Yichen put down his chopsticks and spoke directly.

"I've arranged to meet someone knowledgeable in finance tonight to chat. I'm thinking of making some money in the futures market recently, so I need to talk to a professional."

Liu Xiaoyu's chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

She turned to look at him, her mind racing.

Futures trading. Such an important matter, scheduled for 8:30 PM?

Her mind wasn't slow. She quickly went through the whole story—if this could have been done earlier, why wait until after 8:30?

He came to pick her up at six o'clock.

Because he prioritized eating.

She lowered her head, silently suppressing this conclusion in her mind, not letting her expression reveal too much. But her earlobe still felt a little hot, and she pretended to be picking up clams with her head down.

"Is it because of me...?"

Her voice was very low, as if she were talking to herself.

"You scheduled such an important event for tonight because you promised to have dinner with me tonight?"

Li Yichen looked at her but didn't reply immediately.

Two seconds later, he picked up a piece of salmon and pushed it onto her plate.

"Don't overthink it. What I promised you has come. These two things are unrelated."

Liu Xiaoyu put the piece of salmon into her mouth and chewed it slowly.

It's okay.

But she didn't believe it.

However, she didn't pursue it—some things don't need to be said, it's enough to keep them in your heart.

We ate dinner around 7:20.

The plates on the table were mostly empty. Li Yichen paid the bill and got up.

"I'll take you back."

"No need, you have something to do later—"

"Get in the car."

It was the same two words again, leaving her no room for negotiation.

Liu Xiaoyu stood next to the seat, pursed her lips, and didn't push it away again.

She followed him out.

The neighborhood is in the west of the city, a 20-minute drive away.

Neither of the two people in the car spoke, but the silence was comforting, not harsh.

Liu Xiaoyu leaned back in the passenger seat, her face turned towards the window. The streetlights receded one by one, casting flickering light on her face.

What is she thinking?

She was thinking that in the past five or six years, she had asked six or seven people to inquire about his whereabouts, and she had searched for him in three different cities. In the end, she almost thought that she would never see Li Yichen again.

As a result, he ended up in Shanghai.

Luckily, she moved to Shanghai recently, otherwise she would have really missed out on Li Yichen.

The car slowed down and turned into the residential area.

The streetlights weren't very bright, and the two rows of plane trees made the road surface a bit dark. Li Yichen parked the car in front of the apartment building and pulled the handbrake.

Liu Xiaoyu opened the car door, stepped out, turned around, and bent down to look at him.

"They're inside."

"Um."

She straightened up, took two steps, stopped, and turned back.

"Yichen".

"What?"

"It's nothing, just drive slowly on the road."

Li Yichen looked at her. Her eyes shone slightly under the streetlight.

"Okay! I'm leaving now."

Liu Xiaoyu pursed her lips, responded with an "Mm," and turned to push open the unit door.

The light from inside the door frame cut out a line from her silhouette, then the door closed and the light disappeared.

Li Yichen sat still for two seconds, then started the car, turned around, and merged into the main road.

The navigation light is on, destination: Tai'anmen.

Distance: 8 kilometers.

Estimated arrival time: 20:17.

He pressed the accelerator, and the U8 silently accelerated.

The traffic light turned red, and he stepped on the brakes and stopped.

The phone screen flickered.

It was sent by Xiao Yuqing.

"Shen Ruolan and I have arrived. Where are you?"

Li Yichen stared at the words. The light turned green, and he stepped on the gas. He picked up his phone with his right hand and sent a message to Xiao Yuqing: "I was delayed by something, but I'm on my way. I'll be there in ten minutes."

After replying to the message, Li Yichen flipped his phone over, placed it face down on the passenger seat, and sped towards Tai'an Gate.