Chapter Forty-Two: Brother Nan Has Decided—From Now On, It's Called QQ

Chapter 57: Brother Nan Has Decided, From Now On It's Called QQ

When Du Fanhao left, he took with him the materials Zhuo Nan had written. On the way, he handed them to Sun Yan to look over. "Oh my god, did Brother Nan come up with all this?" Du Fanhao nodded, "Yes, I was stunned. I work in IT and I never thought of these things. Brother Nan really taught me a lesson."

Sun Yan asked doubtfully, "Brother Nan, is he really so comfortable handing all this over to you?"

Du Fanhao had asked the same naïve question earlier, so now he answered Sun Yan seriously, "Brother Nan is good to both of us, I can tell. As long as we follow him, there'll be plenty of benefits. If we tried to take this for ourselves now, there'd be nothing for us in the future..."

"By the way, what is this thing called?" Sun Yan asked.

"Brother Nan said, from now on, it's called QQ..."

"Why such a weird name?" Sun Yan looked puzzled.

"Who knows? Maybe all geniuses have their own quirks." Du Fanhao himself had no idea and could only offer this clumsy excuse.

Smart people need to be handled smartly. The Du couple weren't as stubborn as Long Kun; they cared more about their future prospects. That's why Zhuo Nan promised them such generous terms. Zhuo Nan knew very well that it wasn't yet time for him to step into the spotlight... Besides, any successful businessman needs capable lieutenants.

Having settled everything, Zhuo Nan cheerfully headed to the sports field—he had a date at noon, after all... Just thinking about it made him snicker... What would he get to touch today...?

But instead, Zhuo Nan ended up frustrated—his lunch date yielded nothing but relentless questioning from the rich girl about who Lan Qian was, and what their relationship was. He himself couldn't figure it out anymore. Siblings? That didn't seem right—who goes around groping their own sister's chest and kissing her on the lips? He'd have been paraded through the streets as a pervert long ago...

In the end, Zhuo Nan nearly talked himself hoarse before convincing the rich girl that there was nothing between him and Lan Qian—just a simple sibling relationship. At least, seeing his parched lips, the rich girl was kind enough to moisten them with her fragrant tongue. Zhuo Nan thought, all that sweating under the midday sun, at least there was some reward...

After school in the afternoon, Shi Yang still went to Long Kun's place to practice boxing. Following Zhuo Nan's advice, Long Kun finally rented a three-bedroom apartment as a base, leaving behind that appalling living environment.

After school, Zhuo Nan had nothing in particular to do, so he planned to join the others for a game of soccer. Homework? He could finish that in half an hour—plenty of time left to play. Zhuo Nan thoroughly enjoyed these youthful days, free to study or play as he pleased, without a trace of life's burdens.

Yet, someone always managed to bring pressure into Zhuo Nan's life. When Miss Lan appeared before him, dressed in an impossibly cute outfit, Zhuo Nan thought he'd mistaken her for someone else. His mouth hung open wide enough to swallow a soccer ball as he stared at her, pointing in disbelief...

Lan Qian believed her getup would be right up Zhuo Nan's alley—wasn't he into cute girls?

"Ahahaha... I... haha... I can't take it!" Lan Qian glared at Zhuo Nan, who was laughing so hard he was rolling on the ground, wishing she could kick him twice. Was it really that funny?

"Zhuo Nan, stop laughing," Lan Qian snapped, pointing at him angrily.

Zhuo Nan couldn't help himself—the more she protested, the harder he laughed. Was this girl out of her mind? Over twenty years old, dressed like a little girl...

"Zhuo Nan, if you laugh again, I'll really kick you," Lan Qian said, lifting her foot as if to strike.

Seeing her like that, Zhuo Nan guessed she really might lose her temper. He quickly stifled his laughter, got up, and brushed the grass from his clothes, still suppressing a grin. "So, what did you want?"

Looking at Lan Qian's outfit, Zhuo Nan couldn't help but burst out laughing again. "Ahahaha... You're killing me! Please, can you not be so ridiculous?"

"If you laugh again..." Lan Qian said, and sent a kick flying at Zhuo Nan's waist.

"Damn, you really kicked me!" Zhuo Nan twisted away and caught her leg with both hands, holding it firmly.

"Come on, are you serious?" Zhuo Nan was a little annoyed—was she really that petty, just over a bit of laughter?

"Let go, now!" Lan Qian's leg was trapped, her posture extremely awkward.

"Promise you won't kick me, and I'll let go," Zhuo Nan said.

"Fine, I won't kick you, now let go." Though the anger faded from her face, her tone was still stiff.

Hearing her, Zhuo Nan slowly released her leg, but—"You jerk, I'll kick you to death!" As soon as she regained her balance, Lan Qian spun and tried another kick, but Zhuo Nan seemed to expect it and caught her leg again.

This time, Zhuo Nan wasn't as patient. "Lan Qian, stop calling yourself my mother in front of me—you don't have that right." With that, he flung her leg aside. Unprepared, Lan Qian staggered a few steps.

Seeing Zhuo Nan's angry expression, Lan Qian realized she'd gone too far. Zhuo Nan had no mother; Wang Liru was all the mother he'd ever known. For her to call herself his mother was an insult to Wang Liru—something Zhuo Nan would never tolerate.

Still, Lan Qian had no intention of apologizing. Thinking of how this guy had taken liberties with her the previous night, she thought, I'm not even mad at you, and now you're getting angry instead... The atmosphere grew awkward.

At last, Zhuo Nan broke the silence, his tone still cold. "So, what did you want?"

"I..." Lan Qian wanted to speak, but seeing Zhuo Nan's attitude, she held back. Girls are like that—even if they're the ones at fault, they won't admit it; they just want the boy to apologize first and give them a way out.

Zhuo Nan stared at her for two seconds. "Nothing, right? Well, I'm leaving." He turned to go.

Lan Qian hurriedly called after him, "Stop right there!"

Zhuo Nan turned back. "If you have something to say, just say it."

Lan Qian hesitated, then fished a beeper from her pocket and tossed it to Zhuo Nan. "It's inconvenient to call your house. I bought you a pager—if I call, you have to reply. If I need you, you must show up..."

Buy me a pager? What's that about? "I don't want this. Why should I listen to you?" Zhuo Nan protested.

"Try refusing. If you don't, I won't hand the floppy disk over to my dad..." Lan Qian said smugly, as if she'd found his weakness.

Zhuo Nan thought, So, she's playing this game now? Fine, I'll give in this time.

"Alright, I'll keep it, okay? But I can't promise I'll respond every time you page me," Zhuo Nan said, slipping the beeper into his pocket.

"No way. If I page you, you must reply," Lan Qian insisted coquettishly.

Zhuo Nan was left speechless. "If you page me at one or two in the morning, do I still have to reply?"

Lan Qian thought about it, then amended, "If I page you during the day, you have to call back, alright?"

"Alright, alright, my dear big sister... You win," Zhuo Nan said helplessly.

Lan Qian was dissatisfied with his attitude and pouted. "I spent hundreds on a pager for you, and you're not even grateful. Not even a thank you."

Zhuo Nan thought, What's with her today? She was a violent tigress just now, and now she's playing the victim. Could it be that kiss last night really rattled her?

In that instant, Zhuo Nan realized their relationship could never return to the simple sibling bond it once was. He felt a twinge of regret and sighed, "Sis, about last night—I'm sorry."

Lan Qian was lost in thought and didn't know what to say. Hearing Zhuo Nan bring up last night, her cheeks flushed, but she replied, "It was my fault. I shouldn't have hit you. Does it still hurt?" Her concern touched Zhuo Nan. "Sis, it doesn't hurt anymore. I was the one who went too far."

"It's alright, I was wrong to curse at you earlier," Lan Qian said, feeling a bit embarrassed by Zhuo Nan's sincere apology.

Zhuo Nan grinned mischievously and sidled up to her. "Sis, when you said 'it's nothing,' did you mean I can kiss you again...?"

Seeing Zhuo Nan's cheeky expression, Lan Qian, though shy, puffed out her chest and said, "I'm not afraid. We're at your school. If you're not worried about your little girlfriend hearing about this tomorrow, you can kiss me all you like right now."

Faced with her fierce bravado, Zhuo Nan shrank back—this woman was really impossible...

Still unwilling to give up, Zhuo Nan whispered, "How about we find somewhere private to kiss..."

"As if! This is your only chance..." Lan Qian retorted, refusing to give in.

Zhuo Nan conceded, giving her a thumbs up. "Sis, you're ruthless..."

Seeing Zhuo Nan so stumped, Lan Qian felt immensely satisfied. This brat—if I don't put him in his place, he'll think I'm easy to push around...

After school, the rich girl didn't leave right away. Instead, she helped the old teacher grade papers. Only when she was finally heading home did she spot Zhuo Nan playing soccer on the field. She wanted to go over and say hello, but as she drew closer, she saw that 'older sister' was there too.

Zhuo Nan, sharp-eyed, spotted Fu Xinxin. If Lan Qian did anything outrageous, things would get complicated...

"Xinxin, you haven't left yet?" Zhuo Nan called out. Fu Xinxin just nodded, her eyes fixed on Lan Qian's face. Lan Qian, feeling guilty under her gaze, awkwardly greeted her, "Hello, little Fu."