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The lawyer entrusted by Yue Junzhe's father was quite pleased with her understanding, yet he felt a twinge of pity for the girl. Yue Junzhe's father was doing well abroad, but he decided to sell the family home due to his wife's urging to invest in a venture that required more funds. Thus, he set his sights on the property back home. Zhou Lawyer was unaware that Yue Junzhe had a sister still living in Harbor City when he accepted the commission. It was clear that the house in Harbor City was meant for this girl to live in. After learning from the village chief that Yue Junzhe's father had abandoned his daughter, leaving her only this house which he now intended to sell, Zhou Lawyer began to regret taking on this case. He never expected his client to be of such poor character; if it weren't for his professional ethics preventing him from withdrawing midway, he would not want to pressure a girl like this.
"Sister Yue, here is my business card. If you have any legal matters in the future, feel free to reach out to me," Zhou Lawyer said as he handed her his card, hoping he could assist the girl someday.
Yue Junzhe sensed Zhou Lawyer's intentions and smiled as she accepted the card, casually placing it in her pocket. This lawyer seemed decent enough, but she already had her own attorney.
Ultimately, under Yue Junzhe's persuasion, the village chief and villagers decided to step back from the affairs of the Yue family ancestral home. Zhou Lawyer took full responsibility for handling the old house and surrounding land and sold it off.
Yue Junzhe felt a slight regret; land prices in Harbor City increased every year, and she couldn't help but wonder how much that large parcel would be worth in ten or twenty years! However, she did not regret her decision because her father's actions had completely severed their ties.
"Yue Junzhe, what kind of work are you doing outside? Is your money enough? Do you need me to lend you some?" The village chief, who had some familial ties with Yue Junzhe, expressed his concern. "You mustn't follow the example of that Ah Hua from the neighboring village and become a dancer."
"Don't worry, village chief," Yue Junzhe reassured him. "I've written a couple of scripts and earned some money. I've also partnered with friends to start a renovation company. I have more than enough money."
More than enough! Yue Junzhe was now quite wealthy. She no longer needed income from scriptwriting; her renovation company, co-founded with Yijia, was highly sought after due to its trendy style. Many people came to them for renovations. Uncle Yi hired several veterans from Tseung Kwan O to form two renovation teams just to handle the influx of business. Now not only was Yue Junzhe making good money, but Yijia had also moved out of Tseung Kwan O and bought his own house. Many veterans from Tseung Kwan O had improved their lives significantly as well. Everyone was very grateful to Yue Junzhe.
The village chief took a breath: "Is that really true?"
He could hardly believe that such a young girl could achieve so much success when previously there seemed to be no special talent during her time in the village. Oh right, she did study quite well. Could it be that studying hard led to earning money? Yes, she just mentioned writing scripts for profit! Indeed, scholars earn money differently than those rough around the edges.
"Of course," Yue Junzhe replied with a smile as she pulled out her checkbook and wrote a check for the village chief. "Village chief, the ancestral hall in the village is quite old; please find someone to renovate it. This money is my small contribution to the village."
After leaving the village and boarding a bus heading toward the city, Yue Junzhe still felt somewhat unhappy. Although selling the house completely severed her ties with the Yue family and her father, his actions truly disgusted her; it was pitiful for such a child to have such terrible relatives.
"Sister Yue, what a coincidence!" A familiar voice exclaimed with surprise.
Yue Junzhe looked up and indeed saw Andy Lau.
"Mr. Lau? You're actually taking the bus? Aren't you worried your fans will recognize you?"
Seeing you on the bus made me jump on without thinking! Would that be appropriate to say?
"Fans?" Andy Lau asked in confusion.
"The transliteration of 'fans,' also known as supporters, refers to a group of people who admire a certain celebrity, mostly young people. It can be understood as movie buffs and star chasers," Yue Junzhe replied.
"Oh—" Andy Lau realized, plopping down beside Yue Junzhe.
Yue Junzhe took her sunglasses out of her bag and handed them to Andy Lau. "Put these on."
Without hesitation, Andy Lau put on Yue Junzhe's sunglasses, and many uncertain gazes disappeared.
"Is Sister Yue in a bad mood?" With the sunglasses on, Andy Lau could freely observe the girl next to him and immediately noticed that her mood seemed a bit low.
"Is it that obvious?" Yue Junzhe touched her face.
She thought she had concealed her emotions quite well!
Andy Lau shook his head. "Not obvious; many people wouldn't notice. But I'm in the acting business, so I need to be sensitive to people's emotional changes. That's how I could tell."
Yue Junzhe accepted this explanation, thinking that with Andy Lau's sensitivity to emotions, it was no wonder he could portray any role so convincingly and eventually win the Best Actor award. Little did she know that in the future, Liu Wang would not be this perceptive with everyone.
"What happened? If you don't mind, you can treat me like a trash can; my lips are sealed," Andy Lau asked gently.
Yue Junzhe fell silent for a moment before slowly recounting her experiences and what had happened today. Holding her feelings inside was uncomfortable; it was better to share them with someone. She trusted Liu Wang's character.
After listening to Yue Junzhe's story, Andy Lau felt a deep sense of pity for her. He hadn't expected this confident and cheerful girl in front of others to have such experiences.
"The way they treated you is their loss; they have no eyes. A girl as wonderful as Sister Yue will definitely find someone who truly cares for you and cherishes you."
Just like him! At this thought, Andy Lau was suddenly startled. Had he really developed feelings for Yue Junzhe? But ever since he broke up with her, he had decided to focus entirely on his career and not pursue any relationships for now. What should he do now? Should he stick to his career or follow his heart and pursue the girl beside him?
Andy Lau gazed deeply at the girl before him, suddenly feeling that if he were to give up on her, it would be the greatest loss of his life. Yet, if he didn't make a decision soon, he might very well lose her.
"What are you looking at me for?" Yue Junzhe felt a bit uneasy under Andy Lau's gaze. Although Andy was wearing sunglasses that blocked most of his view, it still felt unsettling.
"I like you, and I want to pursue you." The words slipped out in response to Yue Junzhe's sudden question.
Yue Junzhe was left speechless.
………………
They had received a reply from a deity! The Li siblings couldn't find the right words to describe their feelings; even if they used all the good words they knew, it wouldn't capture even a fraction of their excitement and joy.
"The Deity is so generous. He likes the handkerchief I embroidered; I'm already thrilled about that. How could I possibly ask for a reward?" Li Zhoule lost his usual composure and rambled on, "I’ll go into town tomorrow to buy some good fabric and thread. The embroidery I give to the Deity can't be made with ordinary materials like last time. The thread for the Deity must be exquisite, truly exquisite..."
Li Yishu was fondly caressing the Xuan Paper and white paper, unable to let go. Previously, he cherished a single sheet of white paper as a treasure; now that he had so many sheets, he was overjoyed like a fool. The Xuan Paper also made Li Yishu treasure it dearly. The modern Xuan Paper was as white as jade, thin and glossy, far superior to anything produced by ancient craftsmanship. Even the historically renowned Chengxin Hall paper couldn't compare to modern Xuan Paper.
The two siblings were lost in their own worlds for quite some time before slowly returning to normalcy and finally turning their attention to the "deposit" given to them by the Deity. Li Yishu picked up a lighter and operated it as instructed in the letter; a small flame flickered to life.
"It's lit! It's lit!" Li Yishu excitedly held the flaming lighter in front of Li Zhoule.
Li Zhoule was also excited but remained much calmer than before. He smiled and said, "Do you still doubt what the Deity has given us?"
Li Yishu shook his head vigorously. "How could I!"
His fingers relaxed, and the flame extinguished. Li Yishu quickly tried to ignite it again. Relaxing his grip, lighting it again, relaxing his grip... The child was having a great time.
Li Zhoule interrupted his brother: "Have you played enough? Let's keep three of these lighters and take the other three to sell in town for fabric and thread."
Li Yishu set down the lighter and asked Li Zhoule, "Are we going together with Sister-in-law tomorrow?"
Li Zhoule thought for a moment and said, "You should ask them. If they want to go, then we can all go together. If they have something to do, then don't force them."
"Then I'll give some of the Xuan Paper and white paper to my brother-in-law, is that okay?"
"These papers are all yours; you can do whatever you want with them." Li Zhoule, who also had a fondness for the pristine white paper, picked up a sheet and kept it for himself.
Li Yishu divided two sheets of Xuan Paper and a third of the white paper, then asked Li Zhoule for a piece of cloth to wrap them up before heading out to find the Wen Family Brothers. The temperature in early spring was still quite low, but Li Yishu felt warm from the inside out. The cold wind brushed against his face, but he only felt as if it were tickling him. There weren't many people outside; occasionally he would see one or two villagers who greeted him with smiles, their expressions filled with gratitude. Now, the two siblings were seen as great benefactors by the villagers, and everyone was able to survive this winter thanks to the support from the Li Siblings.
"Brother Wen, Ziyu, Zi Jue, I'm here! I've brought you some good things!" Li Yishu shouted as he entered the Wen Family's courtyard.
The door opened, and Wen Zixue came out with a cheerful smile. "Li Yishu, what delicious food have you brought us this time?"
"You little glutton, always thinking about food," Li Yishu said as he took Wen Zixue's hand and led him into the house.
Wen Ziyu was sitting at the table practicing large characters with a brush dipped in clean water. Upon seeing Li Yishu enter, he looked up and smiled, "What have you brought us to eat?"
Li Yishu replied with mock annoyance, "Why are you just like Zi Jue, only thinking about food?"
"Isn't it food?" Wen Ziyu asked curiously. "Then what is it?"
Li Yishu chuckled, "It's something good—absolutely good."
Wen Zixia had just finished chopping firewood and walked over from the kitchen. "Li Yishu, stop teasing us. When have you ever brought anything that wasn't good? Hurry up and show us!"
With a smile on his face, Li Yishu pushed Wen Ziyu aside and placed the wrapped bundle on the table. Slowly and deliberately, he began to unwrap one corner of the cloth. As Wen Ziyu grew impatient and reached out to snatch it open himself, Li Yishu quickly sped up his movements and revealed the other corners as well. The contents of the bundle sprang into view.
"This is paper?" The three Wen brothers stared wide-eyed at the pristine white sheets inside the bundle. Even the best paper they had seen before couldn't compare to this; it was as white as clouds.
"That's right!" Li Yishu said proudly. "Brother Wen, I came across this paper by chance and decided to share some with you. But please make sure no one else sees it!"
Suddenly, there were too many good things appearing from the Li Family, and the Wen Family Brothers knew without being told that they had to keep it a secret. After all, this paper was truly exceptional; even the emperor had probably never used such fine paper. It was essential that no one else saw it, lest it bring them trouble.
"Don't worry, I will take good care of this paper," Wen Zixia said, gesturing for Wen Ziyu to quickly wrap it up in cloth.
"There’s no need to keep it all; you can use some if you want. Who knows, I might get more of this fine white paper in the future and can share some with you then," Li Yishu quickly added.
Wen Zixia smiled lightly. "It’s better to keep it safe. Right now, we don’t have any opportunity to use white paper for writing."
"That’s true," Li Yishu nodded and said to Wen Zixia, "Brother Wen, my sister and I are going to the county town tomorrow. She asked me to see if you have anything to do and if you want to come along."
Wen Ziyu and Wen Zixue's eyes lit up as they looked at Wen Zixia expectantly.
Seeing the expressions on his younger brothers' faces, Wen Zixia pretended to look regretful. However, when he saw them both droop their heads in disappointment, he suddenly laughed and said, "There isn’t much going on in the first month; I’ll accompany you both to the county town."
Wen Ziyu and Wen Zixue immediately cheered, "We want to go too!"
Wen Zixia chuckled, "If I leave you two at home, I won’t feel at ease; I'm afraid you might tear the roof off."
Li Yishu teased, "Brother Wen treats you two like Sun Wukong. But I think Zi Jue loves food so much that he should be Zhu Bajie instead."
Wen Ziyu and Wen Zixue looked puzzled and curiously asked, "Who is Sun Wukong? Who is Zhu Bajie?"
"Sun Wukong is a monkey, a remarkable monkey who can travel through the earth!" Li Yishu replied proudly. "Sun Wukong is the main character in the story 'Journey to the West' that my brother told me about. He’s incredible; not only can he cause chaos in heaven, but he can also subdue demons and monsters. With a single somersault, he can cover eighty thousand miles! He has seventy-two transformations and a pair of fiery golden eyes that can see through all disguises—he's amazing! I admire Sun Wukong the most!"
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