Chapter 3 A Happy Day

The fried rice at home suddenly didn't smell as good anymore.

Chen Pingsheng took Little An'an to eat her long-craved KFC.

The little one was very happy, and after ordering a big burger and a fried chicken leg at the restaurant, she also got a large portion of fries.

"Daddy, I want to drink some Coke too," she said.

"Order whatever you want to eat, today your dad will satisfy all your cravings."

Chen Pingsheng stroked her head, noting that the little darling was quite sensible; he hadn't been able to provide well for her in the past.

Now that he could earn money, his daughter must be raised in abundance.

Starting with eating whatever she wanted at KFC.

Little An'an was easily content, holding her own Family Bucket meal with a beam.

Her teeth nearly crooked with her wide grin.

Seeing her satisfied and innocent smile, Chen Pingsheng couldn't help but take out his phone to snap a photo of her and post it on his social circle.

"Click, click," a few snaps.

There was a picture of Little An'an holding up a chicken leg and another of her sweet little face smeared with grease.

Chen Pingsheng added his own little caption, a happy day.

To him, watching his daughter grow up bit by bit and seeing her brimming with smiles was indeed a pleasure.

It should be mentioned that this social circle feature was only launched in April of this year.

Upon its release, it immediately became popular nationwide.

Browsing it when there was nothing else to do soon became a small habit for most people.

Chen Pingsheng had just posted to his social circle, and unexpectedly, the first person to like it was his sister-in-law Song Wu.

"Little An'an is so well-behaved, you finally treated her to KFC," she commented.

Chen Pingsheng couldn't be bothered to reply to her; this sister-in-law was studying at an art school in Capital City, where everyone was either wealthy or noble.

Over time, she had developed the habit of looking down on others.

However, she was very good to Little An'an, often taking her out to play.

Song Wu had just turned on her phone and was idly scrolling through her social circle.

There were no short videos in 2012, and naturally no little sisters doing trendy dances.

This year was also known as the beginning of the mobile internet era.

Major internet titans were established during this phase.

For example, the merger of food delivery services and Youku with Tudou, etc.

Of course, the hottest thing was still the mobile terminals, that is, smartphones.

Baidu, 360, Penguin, Alibaba, NetEase, Sohu, Xiaomi, and others all announced their entry into the smart phone market in this year.

Among them, the one who surged ahead and was hailed as an entrepreneurial legend was naturally Lei Jun.

All this was still very foreign to Chen Pingsheng; after all, he was far removed from the level of those capital moguls.

What he longed for was just how to sell durians well and then use the Golden Finger to randomly multiply them.

That way, his monthly income could be doubled several times over.

"Daddy, I'm full," Little An'an declared, patting her tiny stomach contentedly and letting out a dainty burp.

Chen Pingsheng pinched her little cheek, "Since you're full, let's go pick up your mom from work."

With the cold December weather plus the pouring rain, it was truly freezing.

The temperature had dropped to three or four degrees below zero.

Chen Pingsheng held Little An'an in front of him, tucking the little one securely under the large raincoat.

Father and daughter rode the small electric scooter to pick up Mom.

By four-thirty, Chen Pingsheng arrived at the entrance of the office building where Song Yanxi worked.

No matter how busy he was, he still made it a point to punctually pick up his wife from work every day.

This had been one of the few things he could do for his wife in the past few years that made others slightly envious.

After all, there weren't many like him who, for years, relentlessly fetched their wives back and forth to work.

Though initially, there would always be a faint hint of disdain in people's eyes when they saw him on his electric scooter.

After all, Song Yanxi was so young and beautiful, and when they saw him continue this routine for months, one year, two years, three years.

Gradually, people stopped making snide remarks.

Everyone has a heart of flesh, after all, not every man is born in Rome.

An outsider like him may not have much money, but his genuine care for his wife earned him a measure of respect from some people.

Especially since he had a good nature, despite the cold sarcasm and verbal belittling from many colleagues in the past.

He always greeted everyone with a smile, leading Song Yanxi's colleagues to think that if they really couldn't find a rich man, settling for a down-to-earth outsider like him wouldn't be so bad.

At least they didn't have to worry about him changing his heart or not treating them well.

On rainy days, Chen Pingsheng would wait outside with Little An'an.

This towering office building required a certain level of education just to enter; everyone working there had at least a college degree.

Song Yanxi was an exception, as her company was just starting up at the time, and thus the hiring requirements weren't high.

"Oh Yanxi, your husband really does come to pick you up come rain or shine," said Du Juan, a colleague of his wife's and a young girl who had been on good terms with her since she graduated and came here.

Chen Pingsheng didn't even take off his raincoat as Song Yanxi shot him a reproachful look, "It's so cold outside, why didn't you wait inside?"

"Forget it, I sweated a lot helping someone move earlier. Everyone inside is so presentable, it's better for someone like me not to go in."

Song Yanxi didn't know what to say to him; he had been so proud and excellent in his youth, yet now he was cautious in every step.

As if he was afraid of causing her trouble.

Over the years, Song Yanxi had never wavered in her true heart.

Whenever her colleagues asked what her husband did, she would tell them without hesitation, "My husband sells durians outside. He also helps people move. If any of you are planning to move, you can ask for his help. He's strong, not afraid of hard work, and can do the work of three people."

At first, her colleagues would just laugh and not comment, for this was Capital City, where appearances mattered a lot.

In being so indifferent to her husband's humble background and occupation, Song Yanxi was quite a rare flower herself.

Song Yanxi also pinched Little An'an's cheek before she lifted the raincoat and sat behind Chen Pingsheng.

She wrapped her arms around him, trying to provide him with a bit more warmth.

Once Chen Pingsheng accelerated away, his colleagues immediately began their discussion.

First to speak was Du Juan again, with a hint of envy, "Yanxi's husband is really good to her."

"What's the use of that?"

A dissenting voice rose at once, belonging to Yang Dan, who was also a college graduate with confidence that outstripped her looks.

"To come pick up his wife on a scooter in such chilly weather, he's got some nerve. If it were me, I'd rather sit in a BMW and cry than laugh on the back of a scooter."

There was no use arguing with someone you don't see eye to eye with, and Du Juan couldn't be bothered with her any longer. She was a true local of Capital City.

She didn't look down on outsiders, and couldn't understand where Yang Dan got the nerve to speak like that.

Moreover, everyone in the company knew what kind of person she was.

Marry a rich second-generation, or don't marry at all—that was Yang Dan's motto etched in her mind.