Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

The next morning, Lian Qingyang went downstairs for breakfast. Only his mother was at the table. He sat down and looked around: "Where are Dad and Jing Chen?"

Lian's mother just picked up her chopsticks and picked up a pan-fried bun for him. She raised her chin and looked upstairs: "He's in the study. Xiao Jing and I were just chatting happily, and your dad called him to the study. I guess he won't be able to come out for a while, so let's just eat first."

Lian Qingyang glanced up and nodded, then picked up the pan-fried bun and took a bite. After chewing and swallowing, he spoke again, "By the way, Mom, Jing Chen and I are going to Qing Young for lunch today. Xie Anze is back."

When Lian's mother heard this, she looked up at him. Last year on Xie Anze's birthday, Lian Qingyang came back and went upstairs to lock himself in the room. No matter how they called him, it was useless. He didn't come down until a whole day later. After that, he threatened to break up with Xie Anze. Not long after, Xie Anze went abroad, and Lian Qingyang never mentioned this friend again.

If she wanted to know what happened that day, she could have found out clearly, but that was her son's own business. Seeing that her son had recovered as usual, she did not interfere too much and did not let Lian's father check.

Now, no one mentioned Xie Anze much: "Don't be hard on yourself when you go there, and take good care of Xiao Jing. He's independent and quiet."

Lian Qingyang didn't think there was anything wrong and nodded obediently.

After they finished their meal, Lian Dad and Jing Chen slowly walked down from upstairs. The two of them were not idle on the stairs, chatting as they walked.

Lian's mother asked the cook to bring their meal. Although she was scolding him, her words were gentle: "Why did you call Xiaojing over so early in the morning? Can't you talk about it after breakfast? You have a bad stomach, and you want to bring Xiaojing along with you to get a stomach problem?"

Lian's father smiled as he watched Lian's mother speak, and only started to eat after she finished. Jing Chen glanced at Lian Qingyang who was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching a movie, picked up his chopsticks and lowered his head to eat.

After finishing his meal and tidying up his clothes, when Lian's father heard that Lian Qingyang and Jing Chen were going out to eat at noon, he took Lian's mother away and went to work with him.

Jing Chen helped his aunt clean up the table, then walked to the living room to find Lian Qingyang. Lian Qingyang heard the footsteps and looked back. Seeing Jing Chen coming, he called out to him: "Come on, this movie is great." As he said that, he reached out and pulled him.

Jing Chen sat down next to him and looked at the screen: "The Legend of 1900?"

"Well, have you seen it?" Lian Qingyang nodded and asked him with his head tilted.

Jing Chen shook his head and curled his fingers: "No, I just have a little understanding."

A melodious piano sound was heard in the film. Jing Chen listened to the sound and his thoughts gradually drifted away. Although he had no memory of learning the piano, his fingers unconsciously followed the sound when he heard it.

Lian Qingyang noticed it too, and leaned close to him and whispered, "It seems you learned piano when you were a kid, but I couldn't learn it. I couldn't sit still, and I had to run to the bathroom three times after studying for a while. So they sent me to learn Sanda instead."

Jing Chen lowered his head to look at Lian Qingyang's face so close to him, his eyes shining. He gave him a sly look as he spoke. He coughed lightly and turned his head away, his Adam's apple rolling up and down unconsciously.

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The agreed time was eleven o'clock. It took about half an hour to drive from home to Qingyoung. They packed up at ten o'clock. Uncle Chen sent the two of them there and asked Lian Qingyang to go back first. They estimated that they would not leave until the afternoon.

Qing Young Bar is located in a busy area, and there is only one bar on this street. It is exactly half past ten. Lian Qingyang takes Jing Chen for a walk around, takes a close look at his family's assets, and jokes, "Maybe all of these will be yours in the future. Now, just treat it as an incognito visit."

Jing Chen raised his hand to cover his mouth through the mask, lowered his head and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense."

More than twenty minutes later, the two returned to the entrance of the bar. Lian Qingyang hadn't been there for over half a year. He took off his mask and walked without stopping. The bodyguard standing in front of the door bowed respectfully: "Hello, boss."

Lian Qingyang nodded, and with a stern face, he walked in with Jing Chen. As soon as he entered, he ran into the manager who had been waiting. He led the two of them to the elevator before speaking: "Yesterday your friend said he would come today, and I just took him in. Besides the fixed meals, do you need anything else?"

Lian Qingyang glanced at Jing Chen and said in a serious tone, "Take away the wine and serve some freshly squeezed fruit drinks, peach flavored, and some light dishes."

As they were talking, the elevator stopped on the fifth floor. The manager stood in the elevator and watched the two people walk out of the elevator door: "Okay, boss, I'll arrange it right away. I wish you and your friends have a good time."

Lian Qingyang's face fell only after the elevator door closed. He raised his hand to rub his cheek, and turned his head to see Jing Chen with a smile on his face.

"What are you laughing at?" Lian Qingyang pulled Jing Chen towards the private room, and they stopped at the door after turning two corners.

Jing Chen grabbed him, his voice full of laughter: "You have the dignity of a boss."

Lian Qingyang raised his chin slightly and reached out to push open the door. The people inside were talking and stopped to look at the door when they heard the noise. Ma Sixue came back to his senses first, stood up and walked over to greet them. "Brother Qing, so the person you want to bring is Brother Jing. I was wondering why the waiter took the wine away so quickly just now."

Ma Sixue took the two of them over. Lian Qingyang glanced at the people standing awkwardly. In addition to Xie Anze, there were the three people he had blocked: Xiang Kaiwei, Lou Changying and Chang Kaishang.

Xie Anze kept his eyes on Lian Qingyang, and after a while he raised his voice and said, "Long time no see, come and sit down, I saved a seat for you."

On Xie Anze's left are Xiang Kaiwei and Lou Changying, with an empty seat on his right, followed by Ma Sixue and Chang Kaishang, with another seat on Chang Kaishang's right.

Lian Qingyang didn't even look at him. Instead, he stared at Ma Sixue and raised his chin: "Go sit over there."

Ma Sixue whispered to him, "That's right in the middle. It's not right for a servant to sit there."

Lian Qingyang laughed angrily, raised his leg and kicked him lightly, and scolded him with a smile: "I'm not the emperor, you will shorten your life by sitting there." Then he asked Chang Kaishang to sit next to Ma Sixue, leaving only two seats next to each other.

He then took Jing Chen, who had been keeping his head down and saying nothing, to sit down. After everyone was seated, he introduced them to the others, "This is my friend Jing Chen. You can just call him Brother Jing." He turned to Jing Chen, who looked like a young wife, and said softly, "Ma Sixue, you know him. The one next to me is Chang Kaishang. Over there is Lou Changying, and next to Lou Changying is Xiang Kaiwei."

The only person who was not introduced was Xie Anze. Xie Anze did not get angry. He stood up and extended his hand: "Hello, my name is Xie Anze, and I am Qingyang's friend. You can just call me Anze."

Jing Chen raised his head, stood up silently and shook hands with him.

The atmosphere remained tense until the waiter started serving the dishes. Seeing quite a few bland dishes on the table, Xie Anze knew it was Lian Qingyang who had ordered new dishes. Before, Lian Qingyang loved spicy food, so they would eat with him. Now, he acted as if jokingly saying, "I didn't expect that after six months, you can't handle spicy food anymore."

Lian Qingyang didn't say anything. He picked up the chopsticks he had just unpacked, picked up some vegetables and put them into Jing Chen's bowl.

Just as Ma Sixue was about to speak, Lian Qingyang spoke up: "How can it compare to your iron stomach? Jing Chen can't eat spicy food."

Xie Anze was stunned and stopped talking. The others watched him intently and picked up their dishes to start eating. The table fell silent for a moment.