You Are Deep in The Stars

The only thing that pleased Liu Chunchun at this birthday banquet was that there was no aunt to introduce Mr. Wang to a girlfriend. This was entirely due to his wit. He had sent a group message early to inform everyone that he would bring someone back this time. “My friend already has a fiancée, and the relationship is still very good, so there is no need for this at all.”

But as the saying went, everything had its limits. Even though Mr. Wang already had a fiancée, he was too handsome. He was wearing a mid-length white coat and a grey scarf that looked of good quality. Even the knot tied behind his head looked particularly charming. No matter what age group they were, women’s interest in handsome boys didn’t diminish, so they came to take care of Xiao Wang one after another, fearing that this beautiful boy from the south might not be accustomed to the Northeast.

“Your fiancée, what does she do?” Someone finally asked this shocking question.

There was a “bang” in Liu Chunchun’s head, and he almost dropped the porcelain spoon in his hand to the ground. It was obviously too late to cover the perpetrator’s mouth, so he turned his head tremblingly and looked at Wang Yuanchen with very uneasy eyes.

Wang Yuanchen was a little confused when he first heard the word “fiancée,” but he only confused for less than two seconds. After meeting Liu Chunchun’s stupid look of recognition, he quickly understood what was going on. So, he curled his lips and said softly, “My fiancée? That’s a princess.”

“Cough!” Liu Chunchun choked on the soup and squatted on the ground coughing for a long time.

The old aunts around were shocked. After all, the word “princess” sounded a little unclear. But it happened to be Mr. Wang who said this. He was very sparkling, gorgeous, and noble, and it was not an exaggeration to say he was a prince, so some people still believed this statement and asked, “Is she a European princess?”

Mr. Wang shook his head and replied, “She is the princess in my heart.”

This sentence said with deep affection and magnetism, and instantly, countless pink hearts spread out from the scene – the source were all the women who heard this sentence, ranging in age from eight to sixty-eight years old.

Mr. Rampant Swan King temporarily went offline and replaced by the lovely lover bartender at the Qiye Road nightclub. He was holding the glass juice glass on the table as if it were the most expensive red wine. He leaned lazily on the chair with his upper body and praised a necklace from an aunt opposite: “Very beautiful.”

The aunt smiled happily and said that her husband bought it. It was not worth much, only more than 10,000 yuan.

“Your husband is very discerning,” Wang Yuanchen said. “Not only because he chose this beautiful necklace, but also because he chose the beautiful you.”

Liu Chunchun held his forehead with one hand and was about to cry but had no tears.

But the atmosphere around him was very cheerful, and the joy almost overwhelmed him. The top student, who was usually the most popular at home, was treated coldly by his relatives and friends. Was this a loss of morality or a loss of humanity?

As the birthday banquet came to an end, the eighty-year-old grandfather happily embraced by his children and grandchildren. Wang Yuanchen became more and more unscrupulous. He transformed a bright red rose from the palm of his hand and gave it to the little girl in front of him: “How old are you, my little princess?”

But the other party didn’t answer, just babbling and biting her fat hand and giggling.

Should an eight-month-old baby be flirted?! Liu Chunchun’s head was buzzing, and he couldn’t be able to bear it anymore, so he forced his way through the crowd, dragged Mr. Wang out, who was still doing magic, and ran away holding his arm.

“Xiao Wang, we haven’t added WeChat yet!” Someone reluctantly called from behind.

Liu Chunchun stuffed Wang Yuanchen into the taxi like a big quilt.

“No. 8, Island Road, thank you.” He said breathlessly and quickly closed the car door.

Wang Yuanchen leaned back on the chair, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and glanced at him again. “Fiancée?”

“I’m willing to apologize for this.” Liu Chunchun raised his hand. “But I mean well… I’m really afraid that auntie will introduce a girlfriend to you.”

“So, you plan ahead and arrange a fiancée for me?” Wang Yuanchen pinched his face with his nails, as if it a piece of super soft glutinous rice ball.

Liu Chunchun frowned in pain, looking even more pitiful.

Wang Yuanchen let him go with great compassion, stroked the red mark with his palm, and said, “Tell me in advance next time.”

“Next time?” Liu Chunchun was surprised by the word. “Are you willing to come next time?” He originally thought that this proud Mr. Ultraman would hate this noisy and tacky social occasion on Earth from the bottom of his heart, but he didn’t expect that he would actually mention next time.

Wang Yuanchen paused for two seconds, and then said fiercely, “Of course not.”

“Oh.” Liu Chunchun curled his lips.

‘That’s what I thought.’

The rest of the journey fell into silence. The taxi driver probably felt that the air pressure in the car was too low, so he took the initiative to turn on the radio and played a cheerful song, “Good Days.”

The sun was painted red today, the flower of life was our smile.

Liu Chunchun covered his face with his hands, feeling exhausted from the day.