With Mobike’s financing concluded, Lu Liang was about to leave. However, before heading out, he noticed that there weren’t many people left around Shen Peng. Out of courtesy, he decided to go over and say hello. “Lu Liang, I thought you wouldn’t show up,” Shen Peng greeted him warmly, exuding friendliness. Lu Liang smiled. “Mr. Shen, it was too crowded earlier, so I didn’t want to disturb you. Now that it’s quieter, I thought I’d come over.” Although the event was for Mobike’s financing, plenty of other entrepreneurs seeking investments had sneaked in. After all, how often do so many bigwigs gather in one place? There was always a chance someone might catch an investor’s attention and land a few million in funding. As one of the titans of venture capital in China, Shen Peng was constantly approached by people trying to curry favor, making this moment of relative calm a rarity. Shen Peng laughed heartily. “Mr. Lu, that almost sounds like a complaint.” “If you see it that way, Mr. Shen, then there’s nothing more I can say,” Lu Liang replied with a calm smile. His approach was purely out of respect for a senior figure, but he also had a question in mind. If Shen Peng viewed him as just another sycophant, there wouldn’t be much point in continuing the conversation. Adjusting his glasses and squinting slightly, Shen Peng’s demeanor shifted, becoming more serious. “How’s Xiao Tang doing lately?” “Xiao Tang?” Lu Liang was puzzled. “There’s no need for that. You still have plenty of guests to attend to here,” Lu Liang said politely. “Alright then. Have a safe trip, Mr. Lu,” she replied. Lu Liang suddenly felt a twinge of pity for Hu Weiwei. She was being played by two, perhaps even three men, all controlling her fate. The Mobike she had built with her own hands and poured her efforts into likely wouldn’t belong to her in the end. Sure, she might walk away with an enormous fortune, but what would that matter? With Mobike, Hu Weiwei was the image of a domineering and glamorous CEO. Without it, she would just be a rich woman—nothing more. Leaving the sixth-floor banquet hall, Lu Liang headed downstairs with Wen Chao. From a distance, he spotted Fang Shiyu sitting on a sofa, lost in thought. When Fang Shiyu saw him approaching, he quickly stood up, his posture straight as an iron rod. “Mr. Lu, are you done for the day?” Yesterday, Chen Jinchun had taught him a lot, including how to address Lu Liang when others were around. At the very least, he needed to call him “Mr. Lu” in front of outsiders. Lu Liang nodded slightly and turned to Wen Chao. “Xiao Wen, head back to the office and hand the subscription documents to Ms. Tang.” Wen Chao nodded and left. Lu Liang put his arm around his cousin’s shoulders and sat down beside him, smiling as he asked, “How do you feel about today?” “A bit bored,” Fang Shiyu responded bluntly, his voice low. He had been sitting in the lobby all afternoon. Since he didn’t enjoy playing with his phone, he had spent the time staring into space. “And?” Lu Liang asked, suppressing a laugh. “And a bit uncomfortable,” Fang Shiyu said as he tugged at his collar. Chen Jinchun had bought him a few suits. Although they fit well, his overdeveloped chest muscles stretched the shirt fabric tight, making it bulge awkwardly. Lu Liang couldn’t help but burst out laughing and patted him on the shoulder. “Alright, let’s go. We’ll buy you some new clothes. From now on, you don’t need to wear suits.” He hadn’t even required formal attire for the office, so who knew what was going through Chen Jinchun’s mind when she dressed his cousin like some kind of mob enforcer? “Okay.” Fang Shiyu’s honest, hearty smile contrasted sharply with his imposing physique. On the way out, Lu Liang stopped at a Nike store and bought him a few pairs of athletic pants and some polo shirts. Only then did he realize it wasn’t entirely Chen Jinchun’s fault. At 189 centimeters tall and weighing 206 pounds, Fang Shiyu’s massive frame stood out no matter what he wore. His appetite didn’t help either—he could down five bowls of rice in one sitting. With a build like his, staying low-profile simply wasn’t an option. No matter how they dressed him, he looked like a tough guy from the underworld. So they gave up trying and opted for comfortable clothing instead. “Brother, are we heading home?” Fang Shiyu asked, now in his new outfit and finally able to breathe freely. Though he wasn’t good with words, he quietly committed Lu Liang’s kindness to memory. “Home… no, let’s go to Lane 306 on Changle Road,” Lu Liang said, changing his mind mid-sentence. He had planned to head home but suddenly remembered that Zhang Qian’s restaurant was opening today. She had even messaged him about it last night, but he’d completely forgotten because of Mobike’s financing event. Fang Shiyu set the GPS. With rush-hour traffic, they didn’t arrive at Changle Road until 7 p.m. The pedestrian street was bustling with people, so they had to park and walk the rest of the way. Walking beside Lu Liang, Fang Shiyu’s towering figure created an oppressive aura. Pedestrians instinctively gave them a one-meter-wide berth as they passed. Lu Liang joked, “Shiyu, with you around, I don’t even need to hire a bodyguard.” “Brother, I can be your bodyguard,” Fang Shiyu said earnestly. “Well then, I’ll be relying on you to protect me from now on,” Lu Liang replied with a laugh, clearly not taking it seriously. “Got it,” Fang Shiyu answered with a solemn nod. As they talked, the familiar tune of Good Days played in the background. At the intersection ahead, a new fast-food restaurant called Hao Shi Yuan (Good Eats Garden) had just opened. Zhang Qian was busy inside, wearing a tailored apron over her blouse and slacks, moving briskly between tasks. The restaurant had about five or six employees and over twenty tables, each seating four people. Nearly every seat was occupied, suggesting that business was booming on its opening day. Still, it was hard to say if the success was sustainable or if it was simply due to the opening-day promotions. After all, there was a big banner outside advertising “Half-Price for the First Three Days,” plus a free bottle of soda with each meal. “Hungry?” Lu Liang asked, glancing at his cousin.