Chapter 41: Brother Bluff, Please Pull Me Up!
Today, Zhang Tian was driving a seven-seater vehicle, which was quite spacious. Including Yang Yu and Su Xiaohan, the number of people just about filled the seats perfectly. After dropping Yang Yu and the others off at the university, Yang Hao and Zhang Tian left together.
Since most of the groceries at home had already been used up, Yang Hao enlisted Zhang Tian as his free chauffeur and porter for half the day, making a round of the supermarket and seafood market and stocking up generously. By the time they got home, it was already past four o’clock. After helping Yang Hao carry the ingredients into the kitchen, Zhang Tian politely declined his invitation to stay and drove off.
As it was getting late, Yang Hao began sorting and organizing the purchases, putting everything into its proper place in the pantry and fridge, then started preparing the ingredients for dinner. Over the years, under his mother’s supervision and through long practice, Yang Hao had become exceptionally skilled in the art of cooking.
For many, cooking might seem like a chore, but not for Yang Hao. He cooked for his wife, and every step was done with meticulous care; every dish was prepared with his utmost devotion. His only wish was for Lin Zijin to eat well and stay healthy—nothing more.
His life’s pursuits were simple: he just wanted his parents to be well, to marry Lin Zijin, have a daughter, and spend the rest of their days together in harmony.
Why not a son? Yang Hao thought a daughter would be perfect. It’s said daughters are a father’s sweetheart from a previous life, and for someone like Yang Hao, who only wanted Lin Zijin as his one and only wife, having just such a “sweetheart” would make his life complete. As for a son, Yang Hao didn’t feel the need. Lin Zijin only needed one man—himself. He worried that if they had a son, there’d be another “man” vying for his wife’s affection. He couldn’t allow his own position to be threatened by anyone, not even his own son.
After nearly an hour of work, Yang Hao finally finished preparing the dishes for the evening, focusing as always on light and healthy fare, since Lin Zijin neither liked nor was accustomed to heavily seasoned food.
He made his routine delivery of dinner to Lin Zijin, exchanged a few words with her, and then happily trotted back home. Seeing the contented smile on his face, some would surely call him henpecked. But Yang Hao didn’t care—he was happy to be so.
The truest confession of love is not roses or rings, but a lifetime of companionship.
To love someone, perhaps, is like this: even if Yang Hao only had a hundred yuan, he’d spend thirty on a cab just to see her, sixty on two movie tickets, eight for her milk tea, and use the last two coins to ride the bus home himself.
Yang Hao didn’t care if there was any benefit to it; as long as he could be with Lin Zijin, it was worth it.
From the moment he fell in love with Lin Zijin, Yang Hao felt his whole life was meant only for her—to love her, cherish her, and spoil her, together forever.
Because of Lin Zijin, Yang Hao’s life had meaning; only by protecting her always would he have memories worth recalling in old age.
Otherwise, Yang Hao could have found a girl he didn’t love—one he’d never be jealous of, never get angry with, never be bothered by her tantrums, who could go wherever she pleased. Everything would be fine—except there’d be no love.
But what meaning would that have? Spending a lifetime with someone you don’t love—Yang Hao would rather be alone forever.
In his destiny, there was only Lin Zijin, and in her heart, Yang Hao had left an indelible mark. From the moment they were born, their fates were bound together. Yang Hao was willing to wait, to wait for the day she said yes, even if it took a lifetime.
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Eight o’clock in the evening.
In Lin Zijin’s livestream room, Yang Hao was chatting and joking with a crowd of fans in the chatroom, pulling all kinds of silly stunts and showing off.
Soon, Lin Zijin went live.
With her appearance, the audience in the livestream room instantly erupted with excitement. As the legendary goddess of the professional scene, Lin Zijin’s popularity was simply unmatched.
At that moment, Yang Hao had already opened the client for PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds and sent a duo invitation to Lin Zijin.
As soon as the invitation popped up, the chatroom lit up.
“Goddess, don’t team with him, he’s terrible!”
“That’s right, Trickster is such a troll, always looking for trouble.”
“Hey hey hey, just ignore his team invite, we didn’t see anything.”
“Trickster, give it up—yesterday was just a fluke.”
…
Seeing the barrage of comments, Yang Hao’s lips curled into a cold smile.
Is it that you’ve gotten careless, or do you think I’ve lost my edge?
After yesterday’s stream, the viewers were shocked to discover that the so-called “Trickster” was actually a hidden master among them. Their jibes about him being a burden or reckless were just in jest. In fact, they were more eager for the goddess to accept his invitation.
After all, with Yang Hao in the mix, the stream became far more entertaining—yesterday was proof of that.
Though Lin Zijin’s popularity was sky-high, and her personal skill and game sense were top-notch, those who knew her well were aware of one thing: the goddess was too aloof. During her streams, she rarely spoke—sometimes not at all. While her gameplay provided plenty of highlights and learning opportunities, after a while, things inevitably got monotonous.
But with Yang Hao’s participation yesterday, the audience discovered something extraordinary. Lin Zijin had the skill but didn’t like to talk; Yang Hao, though also a strong player, could liven up the atmosphere. The two complemented each other perfectly, creating a wonderful synergy.
This time, Yang Hao didn’t have to wait long. Not long after he sent the invitation, Lin Zijin accepted.
“Shall we start?”
Yang Hao was caught off guard when Lin Zijin’s voice suddenly sounded as he was quietly rejoicing. He’d thought they’d have to wait for Ling Xue’er and the others, but since Lin Zijin was ready, he didn’t bother to ask.
With Ling Xue’er and the rest out of the picture, he could finally have some one-on-one time with Lin Zijin.
Just as Yang Hao was about to enter ranked mode, a message from a friend suddenly popped up on his client. Seeing the sender’s ID, Yang Hao hesitated.
He’d just been looking forward to some alone time with Lin Zijin, but now he wavered.
“Hold on a second, I’ll invite two more people.”
Yang Hao’s voice reached Lin Zijin’s ears—and the livestream, since he was using in-game voice chat this time.
“Damn it, Trickster, invite me, invite me!”
“Come on, Trickster, don’t forget me! We just made a deal, we’re buddies now.”
“Hey, any perks? ID: Little Bird Can Fly, quick invite!”
“ID: Goddess Zijin Is Beautiful, Trickster you’re the best, please invite me!”
As soon as Yang Hao spoke, the chatroom exploded.
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