135. What? You want to study medicine?

The scene of checking exam results was unfolding simultaneously across the entire country. At the Huaguang Communications President’s Office, Guo Jingyuan waited anxiously until after work before nervously clicking open the results website with her mouse.

She had grown utterly fearful of this city, afraid even to step into an internet café.

After escaping from a pyramid scheme den, she hurried back to the small inn where she had first stayed upon arriving in Beicheng. It had taken her great effort to find the place again, intending to retrieve her meager luggage. Yet the landlord couple suddenly turned hostile, denying she had left behind a suitcase and accusing her of leaving without notice, forcing them to keep the room empty for so long. They demanded she pay five days’ rent as compensation.

Thrown out with only a few clothes to her name, Guo Jingyuan was overwhelmed with tears on the spot.

Seeing her vulnerable, the landlords grew even more demanding. They accused her of stealing the notebook computer in the room and damaging the door latch, insisting she pay a thousand yuan before they would release her.

Assistant Pan, who arrived later, initially wanted to just pay off the matter quietly; after all, money was no problem for them, and wasting time on disputes was not worthwhile.

But Yu Xiangli, who came along and understood the whole story, snorted coldly. With one phone call, he summoned over a dozen fully armed soldiers to surround the dilapidated building, declaring the landlords guilty of illegal rental activity and had them taken away.

The black-market landlords, who had never seen a gun before, nearly fainted from fright. They dropped the fines, handed over the hidden suitcase, and begged desperately to be let go.

“How did you do?”

Startled by the sudden question, Guo Jingyuan nearly dropped her mouse. Turning around, she saw Yu Xiangli standing behind her, watching her computer screen with interest.

Since arriving at Huaguang, Yu Xiangli had occasionally come by to check on her—sometimes asking how work was going, other times inquiring if she was adjusting well to life here.

“It’s... okay...” she stammered.

“Okay? A score of 653 in the liberal arts is very high. Have you decided which university you want to apply to?”

Instinctively, Guo Jingyuan shielded the screen behind her but said nothing.

“Apply to Peking University. With your score, you can enter the law department. Then secure a graduate research position and after graduation, I’ll arrange for you to get a government post.”

Hearing Yu Xiangli calmly lay out the entire plan for her future, Guo Jingyuan hurriedly waved her hand.

“N-no, no, no, I don’t want to stay in Beicheng, and I don’t want a government post…”

“Oh? Then what do you plan to do? Study management and enter the corporate world?”

Guo Jingyuan glanced away, “I... I want to study medicine…”

“Medicine?”

Yu Xiangli was surprised by her answer. After a moment of thought, he slowly nodded.

“Medicine isn’t impossible, but why?”

...

“What? You want to study medicine?”

At the Gao family estate in Nancheng, Gao Changrui’s face twisted in shock upon hearing his only son’s newly stated ambition.

“Weren’t you supposed to study finance? Besides, the medical school at Nanda is very hard to get into, and your score isn’t enough.”

Gao Tang casually closed the results website.

“You said, ‘Among the big four, Nanda was built by our family, so it’s easier to get in.’ That’s why I transferred to Nancheng. Now it’s just a change of major—what’s the difference?”

“Not much difference, but why medicine?” Gao Changrui eyed his son suspiciously, then sternly warned, “I’m telling you, don’t think about dropping out. Whether it’s medicine or arts, you’ll still have to take over Wanguo. Trying to run? No way!”

Gao Tang was exasperated. “Dad, I just said that in frustration. I’m not going to hand over the family business to those outsiders.”

“Good that you know.” Gao Changrui snorted, then curiously asked, “If you’re not running away, why medicine?”

Gao Tang sighed under his father’s stern gaze, raising his hands in surrender.

“To be honest, I’m chasing after a goddess. She applied to Nanda’s medical school. To be near her, I had to choose this major.”

“...Always for chasing girls?” Gao Changrui was speechless with his son.

His son was great in many ways, but utterly obsessed with women. Whenever he saw a beauty, he couldn’t resist trying to woo her, doing countless baffling things in the process.

Not that it was entirely Gao Tang’s fault, but still...

“Don’t use such vulgar words like ‘chasing girls,’ please. This time it’s different...”

“You say that every time.” Gao Changrui rolled his eyes.

“Really, this time I’m serious!”

Gao Changrui counted on his fingers, “This is the twenty-seventh time I’ve heard that line.”

“I… I’ve stuck with it for over half a year now!”

“That long? Is she hard to get?”

Gao Tang sighed. “More than hard... she almost blocked me twice.”

Gao Changrui laughed, slapping his thigh. “Good! That’ll humble you. Otherwise, you’d change girlfriends every week or two, and I wouldn’t even remember the names of your thirty-plus girlfriends.”

“…I don’t have over thirty girlfriends. I’ve never even been in a relationship.”

“Save that line for your next girlfriend!” Gao Changrui shot back.

His son never admitted to the women around him, always calling them just friends. Who would believe such nonsense?

“This one’s really pretty, huh?” Gao Changrui pried.

Gao Tang held up two fingers.

“The others were mostly seventy or eighty points—”

“And this one?”

“—ten thousand points!”

“Oh? Got photos?”

“Of course!” Gao Tang quickly pulled out his phone and opened two stolen pictures to show his father, proudly boasting, “These photos don’t do her justice.”

“Chen Ruowen?” Gao Changrui exclaimed.

Gao Tang was surprised. “You know her?”

“Who in Nancheng doesn’t know Chen Ruowen?” Gao Changrui said gravely, shaking his head. “Don’t go near her.”

Seeing the confusion in his son’s eyes, he explained further.

“Chen Liwan is fiercely protective of his daughter, and Ruowen herself isn’t easy to deal with. If you end up like before—getting her for three days and then dumping her—even I might not be able to protect you when Chen Liwan loses it.”

Gao Tang was speechless.

“Dad, I’m serious.”

“Heh.”

“Really serious!”

“Hmph.”

“I’m going to make her my wife!”

“Ha! That’s hilarious! You think she’d go for you?”

“…Am I really your son?” Gao Tang asked dejectedly.

“Hah, son, if I had a son who could marry someone like Chen Ruowen, having ten or eight sons wouldn’t be a problem.”

“…Are you really my dad? Or did you turn into her father or something?”

“Tomorrow I’ll ask Chen Liwan if he needs a son. If so, I’ll trade you for his daughter.”

His heart was in the Pacific Ocean before even becoming a son-in-law?

Gao Tang was filled with endless grievance.