The Chestnut Girl - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Liang Suting and I were classmates from high school through college.

After graduation, I went abroad to continue my studies, while he stayed in China to start his own business, and we gradually lost touch.

Later, I returned to the country, founded my own laboratory, and, while I was at it, helped integrate my family’s assets.

As luck would have it, there was a class reunion, and I saw Liang Suting again.

I was laughing and joking with my old classmates when a close friend teased me, “Oh? Back home to inherit the family fortune?”

I joked back, “We’re on the verge of bankruptcy. I’m inheriting the debt.”

Liang Suting reservedly handed me a business card. “Contact me anytime if you need anything.”

I took it and said casually, “Sure. Let’s have dinner sometime.”

By the time I’d made a full round of drinks, Liang Suting was still standing in the same spot.

“What day?” he asked.

“?”

“Didn’t you say we’d have dinner?”

Liang Suting was dressed in an extremely elite style today, practically glittering with the golden shine of money from head to toe.

In terms of social status and earning power, he was among the very best. I’d also heard he had always been enthusiastic about spending money to organize alumni gatherings and class reunions.

No matter how you looked at it, he seemed highly socially adept. So how did he not understand basic polite small talk like this?

But he pressed his lips together and looked at me with a stubborn, aggrieved expression. Somehow, my heart softened.

“Fine, fine, fine. You pick the time.”

He immediately turned his head away as if embarrassed. “A-any time is fine.”

In the end, we agreed on next Tuesday.

Halfway through dinner, he slipped out.

I wasn’t deliberately eavesdropping on his phone call. I just happened to pass by on my way to the restroom.

“-Yes, book out all those restaurants-I’m going to show her some color. Mm, she likes purple, so decorate accordingly-”

That probably had nothing to do with me.

Although I did really like purple.

My family was pretty well-off too, but I had genuinely never seen this billionaire version of “showing someone some color.”

I quietly slipped away behind him.

Liang Suting and I had actually had a pretty good relationship back then. We helped each other out while maintaining a friendly rivalry for first and second place in the entire school.

I got first more often. He got second more often.

Only third place was fixed.

Since I kept winning scholarships, I felt a little bad about it. One year, I had my family set up a special scholarship award for the school.

At the award ceremony, to show the friendly comrades-in-arms relationship Liang Suting and I had always shared, I even personally handed the scholarship to him.

“Take it. It’s not like you can win the school’s scholarships anyway.”

I still remembered how moved he was, his face turning completely red.

Could it be that he had been grateful to me all this time?

I never realized Liang Suting was such a sentimental person.

My phone buzzed. I saw a message from him: “What do you want to eat?”

I thought for a while, then replied, “Hot pot.”

At the same time, another message from him popped up: “I booked a French restaurant, a Japanese restaurant, and a continental restaurant.”

Then he quickly recalled it and changed it to: “Hot pot sounds good. I was just craving it.”

I couldn’t help laughing.

After all these years, Liang Suting was actually kind of cute.