Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Before he could finish, he saw Lian Qingyang glaring up at him, as if Lian Qingyang would pounce on him and bite him a few times if he continued. He had no choice but to change the subject: "Okay, it's my husband's fault. Bring me the phone. I'll hand over my salary as an apology and promise to respect your wishes in the future."

Lian Qingyang had no resistance to money. He could not get along with anyone but money, right? He ignored Zuo Yanchen's self-proclaimed identity and accepted it with pleasure. He immediately took the phone and handed it to Zuo Yanchen. However, Zuo Yanchen did not take it and continued, "But you have to acknowledge our legal status first, then I can transfer it to you..."

It was just a matter of nodding. Even Qingcheng could tell the difference between the important and the unimportant, so he nodded vigorously: "Okay, okay, okay, transfer the money quickly, I've already opened the payment code!"

No one expected that the youngest son of the richest man in Jiulin City would have his eyes shining when he saw the money. However, Zuo Yanchen still didn't take it. He stared at Lian Qingyang with his hands on his head.

Lian Qingyang suddenly realized what was happening. He threw his phone on the pillow, stood up and crawled over to the place where he had been hit. With a distressed look on his face, he reached out and touched the place where he had been hit. He asked with concern: "Did it hurt just now? Otherwise, I can give you a blow?"

Zuo Yanchen didn't know what to say to his greed for money. He scanned the payment code and transferred the money. Before Lian Qingyang could recover from the transfer notification sound, his big hand came down on Lian Qingyang's butt with a crisp sound. Then he turned around and walked away. Lian Qingyang was left behind, holding his phone and shouting: "Zuo Yanchen, you pervert!!"

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More than a week had passed since the last misunderstanding. The two of them got along much better after this incident. Even Qingyang rarely went out anymore. Instead, he changed his personality and started shopping online crazily. He was interested in anything weird and strange. There were already several weird items in the living room that Zuo Yanchen could not describe in words. Of course, all of these were bought at Zuo Yanchen's expense.

The coffee table in the living room has been replaced with one shaped like an inverted iron. Next to the TV is a pink, dancing skeleton. The sofa pillows have transformed into several little alpacas that spit when you pinch their necks. The vintage gramophone on the coffee table is actually a small, powerful fan. The cup-shaped object is a heated aromatherapy device, and the toilet-shaped object is actually a cup...

At first, when Zuo Yanchen saw these things, he couldn't look at them directly, and even didn't want to stay in the living room for long. But over time, he got used to it, and even took the initiative to help Lian Qingyang open the express delivery.

It was another weekend. When Lian Qingyang woke up naturally and walked out of the room, he found that Zuo Yanchen did not go to the company, but was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching a documentary on TV.

He walked over quickly and tilted his head to look at the TV screen: "Animal World? Why are you watching this? No, why aren't you at work?"

Zuo Yanchen, dressed in home clothes, crossed his legs and calmly took a sip of water from a toilet-shaped cup. "My father came back from abroad a while ago, and my work has become much easier. I can occasionally skip the office. Oh, right? He just called and said he'll be at our house soon and wants to come see you."

"What? Your dad is coming over now?"

Lian Qingyang took off his shoes and stood on the sofa, looking at Zuo Yanchen in shock, who was as calm and steady as an old dog.

"No, why didn't you tell me in advance? I'm like this, this, this!!" He lowered his eyes to look at his Doraemon pajamas, and randomly tugged at his hair that was a mess from sleeping. He was really a little overwhelmed.

"No, I need to take a shower, change into something more mature, and then spray my hair with hairspray. Zuo Yanchen, stop watching TV! Do you think a suit and a slicked-back hair go together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang. Lian Qingyang jumped off the sofa in a panic, put on his shoes, turned around and wanted to run into the room, but an arm was blocked in front of him.

Zuo Yanchen pointed to the several unopened packages piled on the coffee table and said, "Don't worry, he can't come that fast. Maybe it's your package that has arrived. I collected a few for you while you were still asleep. You can open them first and see what they are. I'll go get it."

He stood up and walked over to open the door. It was indeed the courier outside, holding a palm-sized cardboard box and handing it to him. Zuo Yanchen reached out to take it, thanked him, closed the door and returned to the living room.

Lian Qingyang was sitting on the ground unpacking a package. He glanced up and said casually, "Just put it next to me. I'll finish this first."

Zuo Yanchen did as he was told and sighed as he looked at the scene, "I didn't expect you to be so down-to-earth."

"Isn't express delivery for convenience? Why can't I shop online?" Lian Qingyang thought that Zuo Yanchen, a young master in Yin Yang, would also buy these little gadgets online. In fact, this weird thing is not cheap.

Zuo Yanchen drank a sip of water in silence, then explained what he meant: "I mean, isn't it very down-to-earth for you to sit on the floor and open the package?"

Wow! Someone was even more abstract than him. Lian Qingyang looked up, rolled his eyes, and said with a pout, "This joke isn't very funny!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang again. Zuo Yanchen got up and opened the door again. This time it was another express delivery. Lian Qingyang seemed to have found fun in opening the express delivery. After opening one item, he introduced its use. Zuo Yanchen walked back and forth three or four times to get the express delivery.

Zuo Yanchen, who always regarded time as money, had no complaints about Lian Qingyang's trivial matters. Later, he simply took a stool and sat at the door to guard it, so as to avoid running back and forth. As luck would have it, the doorbell rang again as soon as he sat down.

The moment he opened the door, Zuo Yanchen's heart skipped a beat. He looked closely and saw that the person standing outside the door was indeed his father, Zuo Renhui.

The two nodded in greeting. Zuo Renhui walked into the house and put on his disposable slippers. The father and son didn't say a word the whole time. Even the noise when they entered the living room was very quiet. Lian Qingyang was still unpacking a package. When he heard the footsteps, he picked up the things he had just unpacked and raised his head to look at the newcomer. He said happily, "Zuo Yanchen! Look at this..."

His voice grew fainter as he spoke. Lian Qingyang paused for a moment before immediately putting down his things and standing up. He quietly pushed the mess on the ground aside with his foot and greeted him stiffly, "Hello, uncle. Please come and sit down! Um... I'll get you some water."

As he spoke, Zuo Yanchen had already brought over the kettle and glass from the kitchen. He quickly poured the water and placed it on the coffee table. He spoke in a calm voice in English, "Please choose a seat. Qingyang is quite shy, so please don't be too offensive when you speak to him."

He gently nudged Lian Qingyang, who was standing blankly beside him, and quietly asked him to come over and sit down. He then bent down, picked up the pile of cardboard beside the coffee table, and walked towards the door.