Stronger from Earth-Chapter 120: It’s for You—Do You Like It?

"Uncle Wang, where have you been these past two months? None of my messages got through to you. I visited the big house you bought for me, it’s really so big, I absolutely love it.

But after I told Auntie, she became very cautious, saying you’re trying to kidnap me, but Xiaowei doesn’t believe it. Uncle Wang has never deceived me."

Su Xiaowei said this with a smile on her face, her eyes turned into crescent moons, spreading her joyful mood all around.

Wang Xuan said, "That was all your money. In fact, you helped me out quite a bit, and I should be thanking you."

"Really? Even though I don’t know exactly how, I’m happy to have helped Uncle Wang.

By the way, Uncle Wang, were the piano and guzheng in the villa also bought by you? Xiaowei really likes them."

"As long as you like it." Wang Xuan smiled slightly.

Glancing at the bouquet of stars in his hand, Su Xiaowei asked curiously, "Uncle Wang, the bouquet of stars in your hand is so beautiful, it really feels like they’re twinkling. Did you buy the flowers to give to some sister? Or are they perhaps for Xiaowei?"

"They’re for a big sister you don’t know. We’ve known each other for six or seven years. This is the first bouquet I’ve given her." Wang Xuan said, feeling a bit guilty, as they both had feelings yet never expressed them.

"So does that mean Uncle Wang might have a girlfriend today?"

"It’s possible?" Wang Xuan chuckled.

Su Xiaowei really liked this bouquet of stars and couldn’t help but envy that big sister. Receiving flowers from Uncle Wang must be a very happy thing.

She also wanted them, but asking for a whole bouquet would seem greedy.

"Could you, maybe give Xiaowei just one flower? Just one would be enough." Su Xiaowei looked at Wang Xuan with her big eyes, full of hope.

"Just one." She said cautiously.

Wang Xuan was stunned, not expecting the young girl to make such a request and asked instead, "Can you guess how many star flowers are in this bouquet?"

"Ninety-nine flowers. Usually, boys give ninety-nine flowers to their girlfriends, representing eternal love. Oh dear, if a flower is missing, it wouldn’t be good, ninety-nine would become ninety-eight, which carries bad implications, Uncle Wang, if Xiaowei takes away a flower, you will have bad luck."

"You guessed wrong. I bought a hundred flowers, ten being perfect. But when I think about it now, nothing is perfect in this world; a long-lasting love is already beautiful enough. I can’t be too greedy.

Then let me give you one flower, but you mustn’t tell that big sister okay? She’ll be angry."

Wang Xuan pulled out one radiant and twinkling star flower, and Su Xiaowei happily accepted it, her smile growing even wider.

Two months have passed, and the final exams were long over. During this period, Su Xiaowei was enjoying a pleasant summer vacation, and today she brought her husky to the villa to practice piano.

She and Aunt Bai Yuzhen and sister Su Qiubai didn’t move houses because they really got used to that neighborhood, with neighbors and past memories.

She entrusted one million two hundred thousand to her aunt for safekeeping, and the remaining three hundred thousand belonged to herself, so she was quite a little wealthy girl.

"Goodbye Uncle Wang!" Su Xiaowei waved goodbye.

...

Walking down the street, Wang Xuan could clearly sense the joys and sorrows of the people passing by, whether their spirit was optimistic or depressed.

Children’s pure joys and sorrows, adults’ complex and contradictory happiness and sadness, joy like sunshine, and sadness like autumn wind sweeping away leaves, sometimes anxious and sometimes leisurely.

Such are the many facets of life; the complexity of the world is more profound than the stars, trying to comprehend it is indeed very difficult.

After the sound of braking, a supercar stopped next to Wang Xuan, and Ling Tian, the eldest son of Ling Pharmaceutical, got out of the car.

Upon seeing Wang Xuan, Ling Tian felt anxious, his face conflicted, burdened with resentment, fear, worry, and yearning, his emotions utterly complex.

But eventually, his face transformed into a fawning expression, and he clung to Wang Xuan’s leg: "Brother Wang! I was wrong!!!"

His shout was so tragic, unable to be a man for a few months had been torturous for him.

"Have you realized your mistake?" Wang Xuan said calmly.

"I truly understand my mistake." Ling Tian said earnestly, his handsome face looking pitifully sad.

Wang Xuan asked, "Do you hate me?"

"No, I wouldn’t, I don’t hate you." Ling Tian quickly shook his hand.

"It’s not that you don’t hate, but you don’t dare." Wang Xuan reached out and flicked Ling Tian’s forehead three times, "The psychological suggestion I implanted has been cleared. Starting tomorrow, you will return to normal."

"Really? Thank you, Brother Wang, thank you!" Ling Tian cried tears of joy.

"Do you plan to continue living this reckless lifestyle?

Your abilities are indeed lacking compared to other heirs in the Ling Family; you’re farther down the succession list. Without more effort, you’ll end up as a leisurely second-generation wealthy kid, with money for fun but no depth."

Ling Tian didn’t expect Wang Xuan to say this, feeling somewhat bitter, he chuckled bitterly: "Brother Wang you know how much those truly promising heirs strive and excel, they’re so outstanding that I have no desire to compete. Since I can’t win, I’d rather indulge in pleasure."

"Find something worthwhile to do, whether in business, cultivation, or the arts and politics. You have a long life ahead of you; pleasure will eventually become boring. Don’t let yourself be empty.

I know you’re someone with weak willpower, and you find tasks tiring, unable to persist. But from now on, you’ll possess immense determination.

Once you have a set goal, you’ll stick to it, never giving up easily.

Remember, when I say you have willpower, you certainly will."

After lifting one hypnosis and implanting another, Wang Xuan gradually drifted away. As Lin Cheng’s younger brother, he should forgive his youthful ignorance.

He was also curious about the changes in Ling Tian’s future with great determination after he applied his hypnosis.

Besides affecting a person’s behavior, hypnosis can be used in combat, to strengthen or weaken certain personality traits, with profound impacts on one’s life.

Strengthening Ling Tian’s determination should steer him towards a more excellent path, right?

Holding the bouquet of stars, Wang Xuan finally arrived at the laboratory. After verification, he walked in, passed through several security checks, and finally saw Lin Cheng.

Busy as ever, Lin Cheng was still conducting experiments, looking quite worn down. She probably stayed all day in the lab during the days Wang Xuan was away.

"Lin Cheng." Wang Xuan gently called.

Upon hearing his voice, Lin Cheng’s body froze, and she dropped the test tube in her hand to the ground, unable to believe Wang Xuan was right in front of her.

"You, you’ve returned?" Lin Cheng accidentally laughed out tears; during Wang Xuan’s previous farewell, she thought they might never meet again.

"Let me wash up first; I look absolutely terrible right now." She wiped her tears and prepared to head to the bathroom.

But Wang Xuan embraced her, gently speaking, "You’re always beautiful, truly."

"You, when did you learn to be so glib?" Lin Cheng felt her heart skip a beat, and time seemed to stand still in this moment.

"Since I met you, it naturally came to me." Wang Xuan beamed with joy, finally welcoming his long-awaited moment of holding his senior sister in his arms.

He raised the bouquet of stars he’d kept behind his back, presenting it to her, asking, "It’s for you, do you like it?"

Lin Cheng joyfully embraced the flowers, her teary eyes gazing at Wang Xuan: "I like them, it’s the first bouquet you’ve ever given me, and I love it.

You bastard, I’ve waited all these years, and only now do you decide to send me flowers; I really thought you were a blockhead."

"I guess I am a blockhead, but eventually you waited for this day where I finally understood."

Wang Xuan held Lin Cheng’s gentle hand, embraced her shoulder, and softly kissed her forehead.