Zhao Yiming finally learned Su Meilin's Wuchat ID—it was written on the paper Luo Yanyu had given him.
At first, he had planned to send her an email instead, but Yanyu gave him a look like he'd just suggested sending a message by pigeon.
"Are you an old man?! Who even uses email to chat anymore?! It's not like you're sending a résumé to a company!"
He blinked, confused. "Huh? Isn't that what people use to talk these days?"
Yanyu groaned, exasperated. "No! We use Wuchat! Look, her ID's right here!" she pointed to the scribble on the corner of the paper. "Chat with her through this!"
"Ugh... I don't think I have that app…"
Zhao Yiming mumbled, fishing out his phone from the small sling bag he'd bought since his costume was all tight latex and had no pockets.
He handed it to her. Luo Yanyu blinked, stunned.
"Seriously? Who in their right mind doesn't have a Wuchat account in this era?! Are you living in the Stone Age or something?!"
She tapped on the phone and was even more shocked to see that it was practically empty—not a single photo, no chat history, and clearly brand new… and expensive as hell.
Zhao Yiming just scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. His last phone had actual buttons and was only good for texting and calling.
The new one confused the hell out of him—too many features, too much swiping, and he didn't even know where to start. So he never did.
"Wow. Rich people sure a different breed," Yanyu muttered as she shook her head in disbelief, but eventually helped him set up a Wuchat account.
"I also added myself as a friend..." she mumbled, turning her head away shyly. "You can text me… if you want."
Zhao Yiming chuckled, "I'll message you for sure. Let's have tea once in a while."
She blushed and started explaining how the app worked. With her help, he finally sent a message to Su Meilin.
But… there was no reply.
Not even after a whole day of waiting like a fool. He even tried contacting her through her Weibu account, but he couldn't figure out how that worked either.
Now that he was home, there was no one to guide him.
He considered calling Yanyu, but she was already touchy about the Meilin situation. Just asking how to contact her had made things awkward.
In the end, Zhao Yiming didn't sleep a wink. He lay awake until the birds started singing and the early morning sun beamed straight into his eyes.
Dark circles began forming under his eyes. He clicked his tongue, frustrated. "Tch! Fine! I'll just buy a car from the system and head to that damn beach to find Meilin myself!"
"I can't let her suffer through that torturous vacation any longer! Who knows what that bastard Jin Haolong might do to her?! That devil could be planning something!"
Without hesitation, he opened the system and searched for a car. He wasn't a car enthusiast—he'd been too busy chasing money his whole life to have hobbies.
Well, except for tea. But that was different—his wife used to give him seasonal teas with unique flavors. It was one of the few things that brought warmth into his otherwise work-filled life.
After scrolling for a bit, he finally chose the one that looked the best to him—a sleek Rolls-Royce Wraith, costing 314 AP. Yes. Very expensive.
Then, he practically ran toward the parking lot, searching for his new car. After almost an hour of looking, he finally found it parked near the third apartment building.
Just as he opened the door, another car suddenly pulled into the lot and parked not far from him.
From that car, Su Meilin stepped out.
She looked fine—but exhausted. Her eyes were hollow as if her spirit had been completely drained.
For a brief moment, their eyes met—and Meilin's expression lit up. Without a second thought, she ran toward him and threw herself into his arms.
"I missed you so much," she whispered.
Zhao Yiming held her tightly, breathing in the soft scent of jasmine that clung to her. Calming. Familiar. It melted the storm of worry inside him.
After a while, they pulled apart. He smiled gently at her, brushing her hair back behind her ear as he said, "I tried to reach you through Wuchat... Waited all night. Thought something happened."
Su Meilin's eyes widened, regret instantly washing over her face. "I'm so sorry… The signal at that remote beach was practically garbage."
"And the journey back was exhausting… I didn't even check my phone."
Zhao Yiming shook his head. "As long as you're safe, that's all I care about."
He leaned in, intending to steal a kiss—only to be interrupted by a loud, obnoxious voice from behind her.
"Oi! What the hell are you doing?! Go grab those bags and bring them upstairs already!"
Jin Haolong's shout shattered the moment like glass, souring the atmosphere instantly.
It was the first time Zhao Yiming had seen that bastard directly since his soul transferred into this young man's body—and sure enough, he hadn't changed at all. Still the same smug, entitled jerk.
Su Meilin sighed. Her shoulders slumped, the energy visibly draining from her. She turned to go to him—but Zhao Yiming grabbed her wrist, spun her back around, and kissed her deeply.
From this angle, it would look like they were passionately making out—and honestly, he hoped that bastard saw every second of it.
When the kiss ended, Meilin stood frozen, her lips parted in shock, and her face flushed red as she quickly covered it with both hands.
Zhao Yiming smiled with satisfaction—especially when Jin Haolong stormed over and yanked Meilin by the arm, causing her to flinch at the rough grip.
"What the hell do you think you two are doing?" Jin demanded, his voice sharp and laced with suspicion.
Zhao Yiming's smirk widened. His eyes were calm, but beneath the surface, a storm of rage and amusement danced dangerously.
Perfect.