Since It's a Fine Day, I Shall Keep You Company to the End

Xue Shaohua's eyes lit up as he looked at Ye Liangchen with newfound seriousness.

If he had previously thought Ye Liangchen merely had a bit of flair, now he was willing to call him the strongest!

Without hesitation, he took the pen from Ye Liangchen's hand and wrote Hu Yuying's name on the cigarette.

Watching Xue Shaohua's actions, Ye Liangchen simply smiled without a word.

He had only revealed a fraction of his insignificant strength, yet Xue Shaohua was already utterly impressed.

Shaking his head helplessly, he poured himself another drink. Just as he had said earlier, how could a princess ever understand the burdens a knight carries?

His carefree demeanor was merely a facade—his heart had long been riddled with scars. Recalling how Hu Yuying, Li Qingxue, and Lin Wanning had treated him today,

a dull ache still lingered in his chest. How could they say such things to him?

After all he had done for them, they still wanted to cut ties with him!

In his past life, the slightest frown or hint of sorrow from him would have sent them into a frenzy of concern...

"Who would have thought the flutter of a butterfly's wings could cause such a massive ripple?"

"But this makes things a little more interesting, doesn't it?"

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Ye Liangchen's gaze darkened. In his darkened state, he could face Long Aotian head-on, even taking two direct hits to the face without falling—proof that darkness truly amplifies one's strength!

"I gave you chances, but you rejected every one. Don’t blame me for what comes next."

"Once you all see Long Aotian for what he really is, don’t expect my redemption to come easy. A 'chase-husband crematorium' awaits—I’ll make sure you suffer for it."

He downed his drink in one gulp, then tapped the table with his finger.

Noticing Xue Shaohua's attention, Ye Liangchen spoke gravely, "Keep an eye on Hu Yuying these days. If you see her jotting anything down in her notebook, find a way to send me the contents."

Hu Yuying was a business queen, having started her entrepreneurial ventures even in college. Though in his dreams, she had shielded him from the details of her ventures,

if Xue Shaohua could secretly photograph her notes and send them to him, he could intercept her plans before they took off.

This was the price for rejecting him.

"If you had just accepted me and let things unfold naturally, everything would have gone as it did in my dreams."

"But you hurt me. I didn’t even hold it against you for being forced by Long Aotian, yet you dared to reject me over and over. You’ve wounded my fragile heart!"

This plan was only the beginning for Hu Yuying. Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning wouldn’t escape his schemes either.

In his past life’s dream, Long Aotian, that beast, had resorted to despicable means to claim Li Qingxue—though Ye Liangchen had thwarted him every time.

But it proved Long Aotian’s ruthlessness: "Then don’t blame me. You’re too perfect, too pure. If only you’d cherished our nine years together, I wouldn’t have to do this. You brought this on yourself."

"I’ll show you that no one cares for you as deeply as I do!"

"Without suffering, how could you ever grow cold and composed? How could you become the future goddess of venture capital? I’m doing this for your own good."

The thought of Li Qingxue’s visionary mind, her confident and flawless demeanor, her decisive actions, and the ethereal glow of her "white moonlight" aura made Ye Liangchen’s heart race.

Once Hu Yuying and Li Qingxue were his, Lin Wanning would have no escape, no matter how hard she tried.

So what if she was the nation’s first love?

"Before she fully blossoms, once I become the capital—'nation’s first love'? Hah! She’ll be my first love alone!"

"I won’t give you another chance to build your entertainment empire. I’ll turn you into my personal canary—this is your punishment for humiliating me today!"

The mere thought of hoisting Lin Wanning’s legs—longer than his lifespan—over his shoulders sent a thrill through Ye Liangchen.

His eyes locked onto Xue Shaohua. "Do this well, and I swear you’ll reap unimaginable rewards."

"I don’t care about rewards. Just tell me one thing—how do you plan to deal with Long Aotian?"

"Hu Yuying has eyes for no one but Long Aotian. Don’t forget what you promised me."

Xue Shaohua wasn’t naive—he had considered the possibility of Ye Liangchen lying. He’d tried countless times to capture Hu Yuying’s attention, only to fail miserably each time.

But he wanted her too badly. A girl like her, once missed, would haunt him forever, an eternal regret...

The only way to have Hu Yuying was if Long Aotian stepped aside. Otherwise, it was nothing but a pipe dream.

If Ye Liangchen claimed he could help, Xue Shaohua wanted to hear his plan.

If it wasn’t convincing, he wouldn’t lift another finger.

He could tell Ye Liangchen had his own agenda—he wouldn’t be played for a fool!

At Xue Shaohua’s words, Ye Liangchen laughed—a genuine, hearty laugh.

Still chuckling, he drained his glass and slammed it onto the table with a bang.

The sudden noise made Xue Shaohua jump.

"Long Aotian? Ha! A clown!"

"If I beat him once, I’ll beat him a thousand times!"

His grip tightened around the glass.

Xue Shaohua could see the hatred burning in Ye Liangchen’s eyes. He hadn’t expected such venom toward Long Aotian.

For him, this was perfect.

He could sit back, watch the tigers fight, and reap the rewards.

As for spying on Hu Yuying’s notes? A trivial task!

Both men had their own schemes, but they shared a common enemy.

Truthfully, Xue Shaohua had never even met Long Aotian—they weren’t enemies. But since Long Aotian held Hu Yuying’s heart,

and Xue Shaohua wanted her, Long Aotian had to go.

When Hu Yuying was heartbroken, that would be his moment to sweep her into his arms.

With that in mind, Xue Shaohua grinned and agreed, "No problem. I’ll keep tabs on Hu Yuying’s notes for you."

Hearing this, the gloom on Ye Liangchen’s face lightened slightly.

If not for Long Aotian, he’d have won his beauties long ago, basking in their adoration.

He wouldn’t have suffered like this.

Every ounce of humiliation he’d endured would be repaid to Long Aotian tenfold.

"If you want to play, then Liangchen will gladly play to the end!"

The darkened version of himself was truly terrifying.

But then again—where was the fun without a little danger, without a racing heart?

["Power's on, power's on, once is not enough, twice is just right, thrice brings eternal youth..."]