Jiang Yan and Fang Han are sworn enemies.
From the age of five to fifteen, from little biscuits to coming first in the final exams, they were always competing as if their lives depended on it, always assuming the worst of each other.
Later, both families moved away from the village, and each of them struck it rich overnight thanks to a lucky opportunity.
Then an elderly villager passed away, forcing the two billionaire sworn enemies to return to the village at the same time.
They had not seen each other in ten years, but both recognized the other at first sight.
Their inner monologues synchronized perfectly: "Oh no! That brat looks so down on his luck. Could he be about to ask me for a loan?"
In the blink of an eye, the two award-winning actors rushed forward and clasped each other's hands, their acting instincts kicking in.
Jiang Yan dabbed at imaginary tears, his voice full of sorrow. "Tiezhu! How have you been? I, I just can't make it in the city anymore. I've even had to split my Huabei payments into twelve installments!"
Fang Han slapped his thigh in anguish. "Erniu! I won't hide it from you, brother. I saved up the fare for this trip by living on steamed buns for half a month!"
They turned around.
Jiang Yan's Rolls-Royce drifted around on the dirt road at the village entrance, then sped away in a panic.
Fang Han's private jet drew a huge circle in the sky before sheepishly taking a detour to the neighboring county.
By day,
The two of them squatted together at a fly-ridden roadside stall at the village entrance, arguing red-faced over who would pay five yuan for a bowl of cold noodles.
At last, Fang Han reluctantly fished out a few crumpled bills, gritting his teeth as he forced out the words:
"You little idiot."
Jiang Yan immediately accepted the money with a beaming smile and shot back:
"You're the idiot."
Late at night,
The signal in the village was so bad that the two of them had to sneak up the hill behind the village in the dark to work.
In the moonlight, they stood back to back, each lowering his voice to roar into his phone.
Jiang Yan: "I'll say this one last time! The ten-billion-yuan acquisition has to follow my plan! Do you understand?"
Fang Han: "Put the money into the overseas project right now! Do I look like someone who's short on budget?"
When they finished, a deathly silence fell.
They slowly turned around. Their phones still carried the crystal-clear, anxious voices of their subordinates asking, "Hello? Hello?"
Their eyes met, and the air froze instantly.
Jiang Yan cleared his throat. "...I, I was just passing on a message from my boss."
Fang Han nodded at once. "...What a coincidence. Me too."
[Bonus Scene]
Inside the Rolls-Royce, Jiang Yan rubbed his aching lower back and kicked at Fang Han. "Fang Han, are you a dog or something? That's the fifth time this week. Why does it have to be in the car..."
Fang Han caught him by the ankle and pulled him back. As Jiang Yan struggled, his coat slipped off, leaving the red marks all over his body exposed beneath the moonlight. Fang Han chuckled. "It's especially good in here, wife."
Their bodies fit together perfectly once more. Jiang Yan shivered all over, then kicked out. "Get off me! I'm blowing this stupid car up tomorrow."
Fang Han held his ankle, kissed his brow, and mumbled, "Such a beautiful wife."
★ Just a couple in love, nothing but romance
Theme: Building a harmonious, beautiful new home together
