39: Chapter 39 The front wheel doesn't turn, but the back wheel does.

"What are we waiting for here, Brother Shiguang?"

The two leaned their hands on the railing, standing side by side, facing Orange Island on the Xiang River. At this moment, both the river surface and Orange Island were pitch black.

Yang Shiguang checked the time; it was only 2 minutes until 8:30.

"Look over there, you'll know in a moment."

"Oh~"

An Miaomiao replied, gazing into the distance at the river surface with Yang Shiguang, her eyes full of anticipation.

At this moment, Yang Shiguang's thoughts drifted back to his university days in his previous life.

An Miaomiao had a college roommate who was from Star City, and after hearing her mention the Orange Island fireworks display, An Miaomiao had spoken to Yang Shiguang about it several times.

She had hoped that Yang Shiguang could bring her to see it once.

However, at that time, Yang Shiguang's mind was entirely on Zhang Zishan, and every time he agreed readily, only to forget it the moment he turned around.

As a result, he never managed to bring her even once before fleeing abroad.

Thinking back on it now, he still felt he owed this cute little girl too much.

Therefore, in this lifetime, he wanted to make up for it.

The time hit exactly 8:30, and a thunderous roar accompanied by brilliant light sounded right on time.

Huge colorful fireworks bloomed in the night sky like dandelions, illuminating the entire sky and the river surface.

Each firework's bloom was the sky dancing a gorgeous waltz; each was an elf of the night, using brilliance to write a short but glorious chapter of life.

An Miaomiao tilted her head slightly, opening her watery peach-blossom eyes wide to gaze at the splendor lighting up the endless darkness, her little mouth slightly open, but she made no sound.

Watching her expression, Yang Shiguang dotingly patted her little head.

An Miaomiao turned her head, and the two locked eyes.

"Miaomiao, is it beautiful?"

"Beautiful..."

"Are you happy?"

"Hap... Happy!"

The fireworks shone, reflecting in An Miaomiao's eyes, intermingling with the starry sky in her pupils.

Her peach-blossom eyes crinkled like crescent moons, the corners of her mouth turned up, and she smiled.

However, pearls of tears slid quietly from the corners of her eyes—one, two—slowly connecting into strings. Two trails of tears hung on her delicate face, shimmering like silver threads under the glow of the fireworks.

"I..."

An Miaomiao used her lotus-root-like arms to wipe the tears from her cheeks, but they were like a spring, hard to stop.

"I'm clearly very happy, but... but why?"

Yang Shiguang gently took her into his arms and whispered in her ear:

"As long as you like it."

An Miaomiao nodded vigorously, then buried her head tightly in Yang Shiguang's chest.

"I like it, I really like it, really..."

I really want to tell you, I like you so much.

Gradually, the light faded, the night sky returned to darkness, and the river surface regained its calm.

The crowd also slowly dispersed.

Yang Shiguang gently released his hands that were holding An Miaomiao.

"It's over, let's go back."

"Mm!"

However, as soon as An Miaomiao took a step, her legs went weak, and just as she was about to fall, Yang Shiguang caught her by the shoulders.

"What's wrong, Miaomiao? Are you not feeling well?"

An Miaomiao revealed a hint of shyness and shook her head.

"Maybe it's because I stood for too long, they're a bit numb."

Yang Shiguang smiled helplessly, turned his back to her, and crouched down slightly.

"Get on."

An Miaomiao smiled beautifully, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed onto his back.

Yang Shiguang exerted strength with both hands, supporting her rounded thighs, and carried her slowly outward.

An Miaomiao's off-the-shoulder long shirt was very thin, and soon a soft sense of pressure came to Yang Shiguang's back, causing his thoughts to go into a chaotic whirl.

"Sin, what a sin..."

Just as they reached the roadside, a sad and angry roar came from the side.

"F*ck!!!! You animals!!!!"

Yang Shiguang and An Miaomiao on his back were attracted by the roar and turned to look.

A young man was kneeling on the ground, roaring at a utility pole.

The two vaguely remembered that the spot was exactly where they had locked that Honda motorcycle when they arrived.

And now, in front of the young man, under the utility pole.

Only that front wheel, still locked and chained, remained standing in the hot summer wind.

As for the other parts of the motorcycle?

They were probably already in the cargo hold of some Iveco van.

The front wheel doesn't turn, but the back wheel does, Simida!

...

It was already late when they returned to the hotel. After Yang Shiguang sent An Miaomiao back to her room, he returned to his own.

Although he said he "sent her back," it was actually just next door.

After showering, Yang Shiguang took out his phone and browsed through his unread text messages.

After all, he had been busy outside all day and hadn't had time to look at them carefully.

There was a business report from You Li, and A-Long said that the two new storefronts had already started renovations.

Ouyang Xintian had some good news: the Binjiang Branch had won the bid for the dinner banquet of Jianye's semi-annual marketing conference.

Yang Shiguang replied to the message, saying that this banquet must be done well; the goal was to build a reputation among state-owned enterprises, and low profit or even no profit was fine.

There was also a text from Bai Mengxi.

Ever since the day Yang Shiguang left Fenghuang, he had received messages from this little beauty every day.

There were daily anecdotes, little complaints about her part-time job, and concern for Yang Shiguang.

Boss Nian had helped her find a part-time job at a silver shop in the ancient city, which was quite suitable for this miao ethnic group girl.

The text sent today was to tell Yang Shiguang about her university registration time.

Yang Shiguang took a look; it was two days later than his own registration time.

So he replied that he would go to the train station to pick her up.

Within a few minutes, Bai Mengxi's text came back. Although she said she was afraid of troubling Yang Shiguang, she obediently didn't refuse. Her few words revealed a little bit of happiness.

Just as Yang Shiguang exchanged "good night" with her and was about to put away his phone and go to bed, there was an abrupt knock on the door.

"Room service?"

That's not right, he hadn't ordered any late-night snacks or anything.

Yang Shiguang walked to open the door, puzzled.

He saw a heavily made-up woman, nearly 30 years old, standing outside the door, holding a "little toolbox."

"Handsome, do you need special services?"

"No need!"

Yang Shiguang refused directly and closed the door without waiting for the woman to speak.

Not to mention whether it was clean or not, just this barely 5-out-of-10 appearance made him unable to muster any interest.

Moreover, Yang Shiguang, who had seen countless women, could tell at a glance that 2 points of this woman's 5-point appearance came from the thick layer of putty on her face.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Yang Shiguang had just gotten into bed when the knocking started again.

After opening the door, it was that same woman again.

"Handsome, you're so handsome, let me give you a discount, sister..."

Before the woman could finish, Yang Shiguang slammed the door shut.

"Discount? Even if you were free, I wouldn't want to! Sister? Auntie is more like it. Go away and drink a cappuccino."

After swearing behind the door, Yang Shiguang returned to bed again.

A few minutes later, there was another knock on the door.

Yang Shiguang was already a bit annoyed, but this time it wasn't the same woman outside.

The person this time had a higher appearance, reaching 6.5 points, but it made Yang Shiguang doubt his life.

"Little brother, do you need special services? I can be the top or the bottom..."

"Get lost!"

Yang Shiguang shouted angrily and slammed the door shut hard.

What's the meaning of this? Just because I rejected you twice, you think I have a problem with my orientation? Sending a man over.

Yang Shiguang had just turned around to get into bed when the knocking sounded again.

Yang Shiguang pulled the door open forcefully, his choice words already locked and loaded.

"F*cking kidding me? I told you your daddy doesn't want service, are you..."

However, when he saw who was at the door, his words were stifled.

"What kind of service, Brother Shiguang?"

He saw An Miaomiao, dressed in a nightgown, standing prettily at the door.

Her pretty face was full of confusion, and she looked a bit aggrieved, frightened by his colorful language.