Quick Wear: Out-of-print White Moonlight, Refusing to Fall from the Altar

The club was filled with smoke, and seven or eight young men were sitting around a dark gray glass table drinking and playing cards.

From time to time, a few pretty girls or handsome men would walk behind the sofa.

One of the young men who came with them was kneeling in the corner of the sofa, pouring wine for the people around him without saying a word.

Someone saw the young man, glanced at his handsome face, seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly revealed an ambiguous smile.

"Mr. Gu, let's play. If I win, you have to lend me the thing next to your leg to play with for a few days."

Gu Rongshen looked up at him with a cigarette in his mouth, his deep eyes filled with an unknown meaning.

The man continued:

"I promise not to touch him. I'll give it back to you after a few days of observation."

The person next to him who also saw it chuckled and exposed his idea.

"Come on, you just think he looks a bit like the one from the Su family. What's the matter? Su Jin has only been gone for a few years, and you can't help but find a replacement? Aren't you afraid that he'll come back and see it and be disgusted?"

...

The club was silent for a moment. The person who spoke had a faint smile, indescribably subtle. It was unclear whether he was talking about others or himself.

The ash from the cigarette between Gu Rongshen's fingers fell because of this name.

Although he has an extraordinary family background, everyone here is a powerful and influential person in City A.

They grew up together, so naturally he wouldn't get angry about such words.

He just took the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth, put it in the ashtray and shook it to shake off the ashes.

In a self-proclaimed calm tone, he said, "He got into the Faustin Institute of Science and won't be coming back."

This sentence silenced everyone again, and the hands playing cards slowed down.

It was a boring pastime to begin with, and now it's even more boring.

Everyone knows where Stan is. It is the top research institute in the United States. As long as you can get in there, it means you have one foot in the textbook.

Su Jin has loved studying these things since he was a child. He likes to be alone and read science magazines, science fiction weeklies, etc.

I also told them that I wanted to have my own patent in the future and leave my own mark in history.

At the time, everyone thought he was joking. He was the young master of the Su family. He had a lot of money but didn't enjoy it, he had countless suitors but didn't choose, and he didn't live a wanton life.

Why go to a cold laboratory where you hardly interact with people?

Then, unexpectedly and terrifyingly... Su Jin did what he had said step by step.

And it was more successful than they imagined.

This party, which had become increasingly difficult to gather after we became adults, soon had people leaving. Most of the people had taken over the family business now, and it was time to leave after reminiscing about the past.

Gu Rongshen walked in the corridor of the club with his little pet.

At night, the corridor lit up with faint blue lights. As a pet, Jiang Liang kept his head down. Even after hearing those humiliating words, he could remain calm and his heart was not disturbed.

It doesn't matter who it is, no matter whose substitute it is, as long as he can make money and pay off his debts, it doesn't matter.

As he was thinking this, Gu Rongshen in front of him suddenly received a call.

Gu Rongshen took out his cell phone with a cigarette in his mouth and wanted to hang up the call.

But when he saw the name displayed on the phone, he stopped in his tracks!

"Hey."

Gu Rongshen picked up the phone and took the cigarette away unconsciously. He could hear the trembling in the word "hello".

He tried his best to make his voice sound ordinary.

"Master Su, how come you have time to contact me, your outdated old friend?"

Far away in Country M, Su Jin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the airport, holding his luggage in one hand and his mobile phone in the other.

His eyes were cold and penetrating, and his face, as clear as jade, was visible.

"I'm going back to China."

"Are you free? Gu Rongshen, I want to see you."

"Preferably at your house."

A few words completely broke Gu Rongshen's outward calmness.

Suddenly, there was a sound of something falling from the opposite side, and after a while, Gu Rongshen's voice came over.

"Why do you suddenly want to return home?"

"I hit a bottleneck in my research, so I took a long vacation and returned home to relax."

"When? How many days will you be back?"

"If things go well in my country, I might stay here for a while."

"Okay, I'll pick you up!"

"Ah."

Su Jin hung up the phone and then sent him the flight information.

After putting the phone in his pocket, Su Jin was still a little bit unbelievable.

Of course, he didn't want to return home because of any bottleneck, but because he had a terminal illness in the late stage. The cancer had metastasized and could not be cured. He didn't have many days left to live.

After the institute learned about this, they arranged for his resignation. His mentor and several fellow students saw him off, moved his luggage, arranged for his hospitalization, took care of everything, and told him to rest well before leaving.

Su Jin, lying in the hospital, was already disheartened. He wrote a will and set the message to be sent after his death in order not to worry his parents.

I just lie in bed, eating and waiting to die. My former ideals have not been fulfilled, my theories have not produced any results, and my old friends have gone far away.

If you think about it carefully, he was unwilling to accept it, but he had no regrets in his life.

It was also during this period that a voice suddenly popped up in his head, calling itself the system and saying that it could save him.

"I'm System Gummy, from the Great Life Extension Division of the White Star Quick Travel Bureau."

"According to the system's calculations, if you survive, you will promote the development of the times by two hundred years. The Quick Transmigration Bureau sincerely hopes that you will live a long life."

"For this, please trust me, host."

"As long as you approach the protagonist of this world and use the luck of the destined person, you can successfully save yourself. The principle is similar to how important characters never die too early."

Su Jin was lying on the hospital bed. The sunlight outside cast colorful rays through the green leaves, and shone through the double-layered floor-to-ceiling windows onto his cold and flawless face.

The thin mist continuously emitted by the nebulizer made him seem even more ethereal. He was only wearing a white short coat and his back was straight as he sat on the hospital bed.

With his hands folded, even at the last moment of his life, the elegance in his bones still made him look like the moon hanging high in the sky, unapproachable.

Even his voice was as clear and cold as the sound of icicles hitting rocks: "You said these things as if you were joking with me."

He adhered to materialism throughout his life and devoted himself to practice and truth.

But he suddenly told me that there are still people with destiny in this world?

"I would rather believe that I am mentally ill than believe what you say."

Gummy: "Host, don't think so. I'm also a product of high technology! Our civilization on White Star has experienced a huge information explosion ahead of you three. We have thoroughly researched interstellar travel and four-dimensional interference."

"Just think of me as a high-tech product, the Destiny Man as the medium of interference, and you as the result of interference. Isn't that much better?"

Su Jin suddenly understood.

"I figured it out instantly."