Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting-Chapter 332 - 297: Do You Know What Love Is?

Then, Bai Shunyuan said to her, "I don’t understand either."

The two of them gazed into each other’s eyes. Su Jin was calm, yet Bai Shunyuan’s heart felt as though it had been struck by lightning, slightly tingling and trembling.

"But at least I know now, my guess was right."

Su Jin suddenly said.

"What?"

"You indeed have issues with your relationship with my cousin, which is why you are especially... um, awful to me!"

Bai Shunyuan actually didn’t want to admit it, but upon careful consideration...

Knowing that Su Jin is Su Xiaomeng’s cousin, and not knowing she is her cousin, maybe, would really make for two completely different attitudes.

"So, do you want me to be nice to you?"

Bai Shunyuan arched his eyebrows and suddenly leaned closer.

Su Jin smiled, "No need, as long as you’re happy, besides, we won’t be in contact often in the future anyway."

Clearly a matter of course, yet hearing it from Su Jin’s mouth now, it made my heart feel unexpectedly empty...

Seeing Bai Shunyuan eating the cookie and getting crumbs everywhere, Su Jin sighed softly and handed him a tea cup, "Here, don’t choke."

Bai Shunyuan glanced at her, then took the cup and drank a sip to swallow down the not-so-tasty cookie.

He handed the cup back to her, then spread his hand out in front of her.

"What?"

"Hand over your phone."

Su Jin looked at Bai Shunyuan in confusion, clearly not understanding why he was asking for her phone.

"You’re Xiaomeng’s cousin, so you’re naturally my sister—oops, you count as my junior. You helped me in a fight today, I remember that, let’s save each other’s numbers for easy contact."

Su Jin pursed her lips and handed him her phone from her pocket.

As soon as the phone reached Bai Shunyuan’s hand, he was stunned for quite a while, "Wow, what year and model is this? Besides making a call, what else can it do?"

His disdain and disbelief were undisguised on his face.

Despite being a twenty-first-century girl, she was still using a non-smart phone?

"It can send text messages."

Bai Shunyuan had never really admired anyone in his life, but now he genuinely had a bit of admiration for Su Jin.

"So you don’t use social media apps?"

"I do. When using a computer, I use Twitter."

Bai Shunyuan was taken aback again, "You use Twitter?"

Su Jin thought Bai Shunyuan perceived her as unable to access Twitter, so she explained, "Getting to foreign websites isn’t that hard, just need to change a few IPs—"

"I know you’re in the computer science department."

"Besides Twitter?"

"Nothing else."

Bai Shunyuan scrolled through Su Jin’s phone and indeed did not see any of the popular domestic social media apps, not a single one.

"Why use a foreign social media site like Twitter and not the domestic ones?"

"The atmosphere for academic exchanges is really good on foreign social networking sites, while domestic ones are still quite backward in that regard."

That truly is... a top student’s answer.

You call her old-fashioned? A country girl?

But not every city university student uses Twitter.

She, however, casually bypasses the firewall.

Call her young, immature?

But in his eyes, she actually seems more mature and rational than her peers.

Bai Shunyuan entered his phone number and saved the name before handing it back to her.

"If there’s anything, just call this number."

"Alright."

Su Jin responded on the surface, though there was virtually no possibility she’d actually need to call him.

Besides, once he goes abroad, this number is going to be useless anyway.

The sky had darkened, and Su Jin glanced at the time, only able to silently mourn her homework.

Bai Shunyuan understood very well that he had delayed her from doing her homework and reading.

Yet... inexplicably, it made him feel at ease.

With wounds on his face and a body covered in bruises, he didn’t feel much pain.

The autumn evening, the breeze brushing against his face, felt exceptionally comfortable.

"Are you still going to the library?"

"Yeah."

Su Jin nodded, then stood up. Bai Shunyuan also stood up with her, "I’ll walk you there."

"Pff, that’s not necessary, is it?"

"Evening has fallen, there are not many people around here usually."

"I feel... it would still be difficult for anyone to bully me, don’t you think?"

Bai Shunyuan recalled the earlier fight and indeed it was so.

He couldn’t help but chuckle while scratching his head, "Alright, then I’ll head back."

Su Jin nodded, "I’ll go to the library, see you."

Having said that, Su Jin began walking in the direction of the library—

"Su Jin."

She had just taken two steps when Bai Shunyuan called out to her again, "Is there anything else?"

Bai Shunyuan took a shallow breath, shifted his gaze, "What I told you earlier... is... is... a secret."

Su Jin was momentarily stunned.

Bai Shunyuan looked at her directly, rarely with a serious expression, "It’s my secret."

Su Jin nodded, "I won’t tell anyone."

"Alright. You should hurry to the library."

Bai Shunyuan replied, then quickly raised his hand to urge her to go.

Su Jin wasn’t particularly attentive, so naturally, she didn’t notice that Bai Shunyuan was actually quite shy at that moment.

She walked out of his sight, and Bai Shunyuan didn’t stay there much longer either.

He turned around, hands in his pockets, and strolled back casually, muttering to himself, "Twitter, Twitter... it’s just perfect..."

He went to study in the United States, and using Twitter was actually more convenient than domestic social media software...

Speaking of which, in the afternoon, Su Jin and Bai Shunyuan left Yijing Manor together for quite some time.

Only then did a certain clueless person belatedly emerge from the garden of green roses planted by Bai Fengmao.

As soon as he came out, he blankly asked, "Where’s Su Jin sister?"

Naturally, no one responded to him.

In the afternoon, Xiao Meng and Yin Shixiu went down the mountain after two o’clock.

Shan Minglang seemed particularly fascinated by the flowers and plants in Bai Fengmao’s garden, so he continued squatting there, randomly studying.

Bai Fengmao walked over to this young boy with his hands clasped behind him, "Ming Lang, if you like them, take some back to plant. It’s not the blooming season yet, and Rosaceae plants are originally easy to grow—"

Before the old man finished speaking, Ming Lang quickly waved his hand, "No, Grandpa Bai, I don’t have the patience for that."

Bai Fengmao laughed twice.

He walked to a nearby chair and sat down, watching Shan Minglang squatting there, studying the roots and leaves of the green rose...

He had seen many of Yin Shaohui’s sons and grandsons.

He found these two grandsons of the Shan Family to be the most interesting and clever.

Both boys were bright and mischievous.

"Ming Lang, your brother has joined the army, do you miss him?"

"Of course! My brother and I haven’t been apart many times since we were little. Now, being apart, it feels like an endless separation before we meet again, eh..."

Shan Minglang touched the spiky leaves of the green rose.

"I heard he performs quite well in the military; your grandpa must be very pleased, right?"

"Absolutely, my brother is amazing! Nothing’s too hard for him!"

Shan Minglang waved his hand, feeling very proud of his brother.

Bai Fengmao chuckled softly, "So Ming Lang, what do you want to do in the future?"

"Me?"

Shan Minglang suddenly stood up and looked at Bai Fengmao, hands on his hips, "I want to be a poet!"

"Chasing dreams and distant lands..."

He gazed at a forty-five-degree angle into the sky, his handsome face full of longing...

"What?"

Bai Fengmao thought he had heard wrong.

"I said I want to be a poet!"

"A poet?"

Shan Minglang nodded, and his expression was genuinely serious...

"Haha! Hahaha!"

"Why are you laughing?"

"Being a poet is good..."

Bai Fengmao sighed.

Sighing at Shan Minglang’s innocence and liveliness, sighing at Shan Minglang’s youth and optimism, sighing at Shan Minglang’s uniqueness...

"When my brother comes back, I want to backpack and travel around the world! Hehe!"

Bai Fengmao raised his eyes to look at Shan Minglang.

Waiting... for Shan Mingxu to return?

"Did your brother say he would come back?"

"Of course he’ll come back; he agreed earlier to serve for just two years. Once that time is up, he’ll be free to return home!"

Bai Fengmao squinted his eyes...

"But Grandpa Bai, you don’t know, my brother really scared our family before. Around the end of last year, he wanted to sign up for some Special Forces selection!"

"...Oh?"

"Luckily, he didn’t make it, otherwise the whole family would worry themselves sick, right?"

Shan Minglang said while patting his chest.

"Who told you he didn’t make it?"

Shan Minglang said earnestly, "When my brother came back, he said so himself."

Bai Fengmao vaguely sensed something...

This eldest son of the Shan Family seemed to have done something astonishing.

"Grandpa Bai, what’s wrong? Is there something off?"

Shan Minglang raised his eyebrows and looked at Bai Fengmao. Even if this boy was slow, he could sense that Bai Fengmao’s words hinted at something.

Bai Fengmao smiled, "It’s nothing, just that I’ve always remembered you and Ming Xu as these little kids reaching my knees, and suddenly more than ten years have passed."

"Haha, Grandpa Bai has become a gray-haired, old man now!"

Bai Fengmao was speechless.

Shan Minglang didn’t feel his wording was problematic and leaned close to Bai Fengmao, whispering, "Grandpa Bai, you can’t tell my grandpa about me wanting to be a poet, nor can you tell my parents."

"Oh? Are you worried it’ll be opposed?"

Shan Minglang rubbed his nose, chuckling, "Hehe" twice.

Bai Fengmao nodded, as if agreeing.

Anyway, what this kid says, he never takes to heart.

Shan Minglang is inherently whimsical, and his words are even less consistent.

"Alright, play here yourself. This old man doesn’t have as much energy as you young folks, I’m going for a rest."

"Okay, go ahead, don’t mind me."

Shan Minglang said, then sat cross-legged on the grass, thoroughly making himself at home on his own turf.

He even beckoned to Ah Bu, who was lying nearby.

"Come here, little dog!"

(Come here, little dog!)

Ah Bu originally had round almond-shaped black eyes watching Shan Minglang, but when Shan Minglang said "little dog," Ah Bu’s gaze shifted away and even closed.