Chapter 18: People who think alike will definitely end up together.

"Sir." Ruan Cheng suddenly called when he received a message from his phone.

"What is it?" Zhou Tianshan asked as he sat back on his seat.

"... Hong Mengyun's privilege card was reactivated." Ruan Cheng answered.

"What?!" Zhou Tianshan said. "Where?!" he asked.

"... Haifeng." Ruan Cheng answered. "In the department store." He added.

Zhou Tianshan's eyes widened in shock. "Damn it!" he cursed. "That's where Lan Xing is! I thought Hong Mengyun decided to live in America?!" he gritted his teeth. "That Huang Ziming... why didn't he tell me?!" he asked.

"If Mr. Huang didn't tell you, then Hong Mengyun must be sane now." Ruan Cheng told him. "This... might not be as bad as we thought." He added.

Zhou Tianshan's face darkened. "immediately do an image search where could Hong Mengyun be right now." He told him.

"Yes." Ruan Cheng answered. "He's not in the department store right now." He answered when he saw no result came out.

Zhou Tianshan sighed in relief. "Then it's good. As long as he and Lan Xing wouldn't meet, my son won't be in danger." He said. "Hong Mengyun owns one third of Haifeng, so he can freely roam around it. Just under the condition he won't harm anyone again." He explained.

Ruan Cheng nodded. "Yes." He answered as he stopped the image search.

Haifeng Mall, department store.

"Ai. It's been too long since I last used this card. Fortunately, it can be reactivated." Hong Yue muttered and sighed in relief. Then, he smiled as he looked at the paper bags at the back of the car. I can finally gift some to Lan Xing, too! And senior Hei and senior Bai! He thought when he remembered the hoverboard and the seafoods. He picked the free size for men since he doesn't know the three men's sizes.

The driver can't help but curiously glance at Hong Yue. "Sir..." he called. "Your name's 'Hong Mengyun'?" he said.

"No. It's 'Hong Yue'." Hong Yue answered.

"But, the card..." the driver said when he heard the name mentioned by the cashier and Hong Yue earlier. Why does the name sound familiar? He thought. When he didn't hear Hong Yue's answer, he had forgotten it.

"You bought so many?" Lan Xing said when he saw their vehicle almost became full. He felt his heart ached for Hong Yue. He started to regret choosing Haifeng. He must have lost tens of thousands. He thought.

"You found us!" Hong Yue exclaimed as he turned to Lan Xing.

"The car has a GPS tracker and can be installed on your phone for you to look for where your driver is." Lan Xing explained.

"This place is so magical!" Hong Yue said.

Seeing the bright smile on Hong Yue's face, Lan Xing felt his heart calmed down. As long as he is happy. He thought and gave Hong Yue a paper bag. "For you." He told him as he boarded the vehicle and the driver started to drive.

"This is..." Hong Yue said and saw the clothes inside. "Thanks." He told Lan Xing.

Lan Xing nodded. "Let's pass by the fitting room." He told the driver.

"... I have to wear this now?" Hong Yue asked.

"Yes. If it doesn't suit you, then I'll buy you another one." Lan Xing told him.

"..." I really thought Lan Xing might be a poor guy. After all, he can cook such a delicious meal he must have practiced cooking and finally perfected it. So, he isn't poor? Hong Yue thought. He must be one of those rich second-generation young masters. He suddenly felt ashamed of what he bought for him.

Lan Xing noticed Hong Yue glanced at one of the paper bags. "You bought me something?" he asked.

"Yes." Hong Yue said and gave the paper bag to Lan Xing. "As thanks for always helping me." he told him.

Lan Xing's eyes immediately brightened and he took the paper bag. He pressed down the excitement he felt as he took out the clothes. "Looks like we have the same taste." He said when he saw the same shirt he bought for Hong Yue. But, they differed in color. He bought black for Hong Yue while Hong Yue bought him white. He chose black for Hong Yue since Hong Yue has a fair skin, and the black fabric would definitely make a beautiful contrast with his skin.

They reached the fitting room and immediately changed their clothes. "Wow..." Hong Yue exclaimed as he stared at the pants and shirt Lan Xing bought for him. His image greatly changed.

"Is something the matter?" Lan Xing asked when he heard Hong Yue's voice from the other side of the wall.

"Nothing. I just suddenly looked handsome!" Hong Yue exclaimed.

You're already handsome. Lan Xing thought as he went out and held his breath when he saw Hong Yue. The young man looked like he's glowing.

"Lan Xing!" Hong Yue called and beamed at him. He always wore faded and old clothes since he doesn't care what image he'll have. He's always locked up in his room thus he didn't need to wear much or dress up. However, today, Lan Xing bought clothes for him. "You're amazing! I suddenly felt like I'm a prince!" he laughed.

Lan Xing's breath hitched when he heard Hong Yue's sweet laughter. How long was it since I last felt this happy? He thought and lowered his eyelids to hide his emotions. "Mn." He smiled and rubbed Hong Yue's head, making his hair messy. "Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Oh. Now that you've mentioned it..." Hong Yue said and held his stomach.

Lan Xing held back a chuckled and he pulled him inside the vehicle. He grabbed a cap on the side and made Hong Yue wore it. "Let's go." He told the driver.

"Yes!" the driver answered and immediately drove them to the restaurant.

Hong Yue felt very happy. This is what brotherhood should feel like! He thought. He didn't notice the vehicle behind them. Song Xuqi and Huang Anyi who were waiting for Hong Yue to go home is currently boarding it as they watched Lan Xing and Hong Yue with heated gaze.

As early as last night, they were waiting for Hong Yue to call them. Until this morning, they didn't receive a call from Hong Yue. They realized Hong Yue might stay in his dormitory so they went to the university to visit him, only for them to see Hong Yue and Lan Xing inside the taxi. They immediately followed the taxi, then followed them inside.

Their driver glanced at them, his expression worried. Are they paparazzi? He thought when he looked at their covered up body.