Chapter 3: Farewell to My First Love, Journey to Hong Kong

Ignoring the strange looks from his classmates and teachers, Huang Feiyang walked straight ahead.

Soon, he made his way to the only empty seat in the classroom.

At last, he sat down beside the frost-cold beauty, in the vacant seat next to her.

“Xiruò, long time no see.”

Turning his head to look at the icy beauty beside him, Huang Feiyang said with a smile.

Seeing the girl before him again, he could not help feeling a pang of nostalgia.

This girl had once been the white moonlight of his past life.

Back then, Huang Feiyang had pursued Chen Xiruo for years.

Regrettably, she had never been moved.

The only thing that made Huang Feiyang feel a little better was that her indifference was not reserved for him alone.

She treated all her suitors with the same cold refusal.

He had heard that after graduating from university, she had devoted herself to research?

And remained alone ever since?

“Wouldn’t that be true for anyone you met after a long time?”

Chen Xiruo lifted her eyes and looked at him calmly before speaking in a faint voice.

“...”

Hearing her words, Huang Feiyang was left speechless.

He opened his mouth, but did not know how to answer.

Who told him that, in this life, he had become the king of truancy?

And a notoriously dissolute rich heir, at that!

Even Huang Feiyang himself felt that Chen Xiruo’s words carried a double meaning.

Perhaps even a thick thread of sarcasm?

Shaking his head lightly and casting those thoughts aside, Huang Feiyang turned to stare out of the window.

Or rather, he was thinking.

As some information suddenly surfaced in his mind, a strange look flashed through Huang Feiyang’s eyes.

Chen Xiruo’s family background was actually no simple matter?

In fact, it might not be any weaker than his own?

Good heavens.

That was absurd.

Huang Feiyang murmured to himself inwardly.

One had to admit that, as a reborn man, he truly was not used to school life.

After spending one period in the classroom, he decisively slipped away and left the school.

What disappointed Huang Feiyang a little was that there was still one person he had not seen.

A girl like the little sister next door.

As for Huang Feiyang’s departure, everyone in Class 8 of Senior Year 3 reacted with utter indifference.

They were already used to his elusive, dragon-like ways.

Only Chen Xiruo felt somewhat puzzled.

In the past, hadn’t this guy’s eyes always been filled with possessiveness and fervor whenever he looked at her?

Why had they been so clear today?

How strange.

Before long, she cast aside the doubts in her heart.

Because she believed that she and Huang Feiyang were destined to have no future connection.

This fellow was a notorious spoiled rich brat.

The very type of person she disliked most.

After leaving school, Huang Feiyang did not immediately go home.

Instead, he wandered around aimlessly.

Looking at the somewhat dilapidated streets along the way, Huang Feiyang’s eyes held a thoughtful glint.

Not far behind him, four bodyguards followed at a measured distance.

“Do any of you feel that Young Master Huang is a little odd today?”

“I think so too.”

“If it were normal, he’d probably already have gone off somewhere to chase girls.”

“And he’s been unusually polite to us today too! I’m almost not used to it!”

Following behind Huang Feiyang, the bodyguards chatted among themselves.

If in the past Huang Feiyang had given them the impression of being nothing more than a pampered rich brat, then today he gave them rather the air of a noble young master from a powerful family.

In the blink of an eye, the day passed.

Early the next morning, Huang Feiyang left Yang City.

The only people with him were the four bodyguards.

His destination was Shenzhen.

And then, onward to Hong Kong.

The night before, Huang Feiyang had already received a phone call that left him exhilarated.

The offshore company had been registered for him.

The accounts for the securities firm and the futures company had also been opened.

In addition, his travel permits and visa had been delivered to his home early that morning.

Thinking of this, Huang Feiyang could not help but sigh.

How wonderful it was to have money and power.

Things that ordinary people would have to spend endless time on were settled with a single phone call from him.

By evening that same day, Huang Feiyang was already walking the streets of Central, Hong Kong.

In those days, Hong Kong was far more prosperous than the mainland.

But who could have imagined that ten or twenty years later, Shenzhen, separated from it only by a river, would steadily narrow the gap?

And even catch up from behind.

One thing, however, was beyond dispute: Hong Kong’s standing in the financial world was still truly unshakable.

At least, it was not something that could change in the short term.

Not far behind Huang Feiyang, the four bodyguards were all in a state of bewilderment.

Each of them was thinking the very same question.

What exactly had Young Master Huang come to Hong Kong to do?

...

In Yang City, inside a lavish private room at a private club, a burly young man was standing before a middle-aged man with a sullen face, reporting something.

“So you mean,”

“that brat Huang Feiyang suddenly left Yang City and went to Hong Kong?”

The middle-aged man looked at the burly youth and asked in astonishment.

“Yes, Boss.”

The young man nodded and replied.

“Bloody Tiger, do you remember what I told you?”

“No matter what method you use, within half a month you must set a trap for Huang Feiyang!”

Frowning, the middle-aged man looked at the burly youth in dissatisfaction.

“I gave you so much money and let you get close to him for one or two months. Don’t tell me you can’t even manage something this small?”

With a cold snort, he continued.

“Boss, I definitely can do it!”

Hearing the middle-aged man’s words, Bloody Tiger could not help shuddering all over.

At the same time, he felt a little confused inside.

Had the boss not told him to think of a way to cheat Huang Feiyang out of more money?

Why did it now sound as though this was not merely about swindling money?

At that thought, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.

The Huang family was not so easy to provoke.

If he ruined Huang Feiyang too badly, would the Huang family let him off?

There was no need to think about it; Bloody Tiger knew that was impossible.

Yet what made him suffer in secret was this:

he had already boarded the pirate ship.

If he wanted to back out now, the first person who would never let him go was probably his own boss.

All at once, Bloody Tiger even began to regret it.

He should never have taken this job for a million.

By now, he had no way back.

He could only keep walking down the dark road to the end.

Finish the task, and then run.

Sigh.

As for what was happening in Yang City, Huang Feiyang knew nothing of it.

At that moment, he was in a suite at a hotel in Central, avidly reading the news.

International news, financial news.

Of course, he was not trying to use these reports to analyze anything and make a fortune.

He simply wanted to see whether, in this life, history’s course was truly different from his previous one.

The answer was yes.

Aside from his own family background, everything else remained unchanged.