Chapter 124

124. The Real Man (Previous title had a numbering error)

“Haven’t seen you in a while.” Lin Wu Ju closed the door. “It’s our lifelong honor to have Officer Su from the Light Magic Society visit us!”

“What would you like to drink?” Wen Han looked at Lin Wu Ju with great interest.

Lin Wu Ju glanced down at the cappuccino and sneered. “So Mr. Su can’t handle bitterness?”

He smiled as he sat down. “The aroma of coffee actually lies within that bitterness… Just give me an Americano.”

An Americano is made by pouring water or adding ice over the liquid extracted from ground coffee beans, giving it a very invigorating and mind-blowing taste.

Choked by this remark, Su Zeheng put down the cappuccino. “Isn’t this Little Fang?”

With a swish, Lin Wu Ju’s face changed abruptly.

After a moment, he smiled again. “This tone shouldn’t come from a member of the Light Magic Society.”

“Members of the Light Magic Society are also human beings,” Su Zeheng said calmly. “We make mistakes, get annoyed, and have troubles. We just know what we must absolutely not do and what we must hold onto firmly.”

“I admire those who believe in something,” Lin Wu Ju nodded. “By the way, the juice here tastes good. Since Mr. Su can’t drink coffee, why not try some juice?”

“Uncle,” Wen Han followed up quickly. “How about I make you a baby smoothie?”

“Baby… smoothie?!” Su Zeheng’s eyes twitched, and he sneered. “Give me an Americano too.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Wu Ju burst out laughing. “Wen Han, make it a double Americano for me. Only a stronger brew will let me truly savor the coffee’s aroma.”

Su Zeheng narrowed his eyes. “Coincidentally, so do I. Double.”

“Make it five times!” Lin Wu Ju spread his palms. “No water, no ice, pure coffee extract!”

“Make it seven times!” Su Zeheng met his gaze. “Similarly, no water, no ice. I want to experience the taste of an Americano.”

“Is that so?” Lin Wu Ju sneered. “Mr. Su is truly a real man. Make it ten times then!”

Both men clenched their teeth and glared at each other.

In the middle, Wen Han raised her eyebrows and silently poured the entire can of coffee beans into the grinder.

…

Boom! Boom!

A few minutes later, two huge cups, each nearly a liter, were placed in front of Su Zeheng and Lin Wu Ju.

Inside the cups was a dark black coffee liquid, with the smell of coffee filling the air, along with a bitter and sour taste reminiscent of herbal medicine.

“Can you guys drink this?” Wen Han supported her chin, egging them on. “If not, don’t force yourselves.”

Men hated being told they couldn’t do something the most.

While Su Zeheng was still hesitating, Lin Wu Ju picked up his cup and gulped down a fifth of it.

“Hmph!” He sneered, lifting the cup and gulping again…

“Guh!” The sudden bitterness and sourness made Su Zeheng widen his eyes.

Having wandered half his life, Su had never tasted anything so awful…

This taste more stimulating than herbal medicine almost made him retch.

He could only force himself to endure it, and as he glanced over, he saw Lin Wu Ju gulping down the rest of the coffee, but his face was already ashen.

“Uncle, if you can’t manage it, stop,” Wen Han smiled, trying to persuade him.

Su Zeheng’s face turned pale, but he opened his mouth and gulped down the rest immediately.

Boom! Boom!

A few minutes later, two empty cups were slammed down.

Su and Lin held their bloated stomachs and sat there, pale-faced, as if their souls had been sucked out.

Two fools!

Drinking so much coffee in the middle of the night and still managing to sleep?!

Wen Han covered her mouth and laughed. “Such tough guys, awesome!”

She clapped her hands as if encouraging a child, then suddenly brought out two more cups.

“But you haven’t determined the winner yet!”

“Huh?”

…

Indeed, Su Zeheng couldn’t sleep.

“Sss!”

Glancing at his phone showing four in the morning, he tossed and turned in agony.

His physical fatigue and mental alertness put him in a peculiar state.

He wanted to sleep, but couldn’t.

Only when it got really cold did a familiar sense of exhaustion finally wash over him.

Su Zeheng gradually lost consciousness.

He had a dream.

In the dream, Wen Han left the Recycling Station to join the light side.

And he confessed to her, and together they fought evil, forming a happy family.

“Husband!” At this wonderful moment, Wen Han suddenly lifted her skirt. “Something suddenly grew down there!”

On the sunlit bed, two clear tears raced down Su Zeheng’s face.

…

“At this time, Uncle should be just falling asleep, right?”

Why would Wen Han have asked Su Zeheng to come for coffee, unless it was just to earn a few bucks?

Wen Han lowered her arm, wearing a watch, and a hint of a sneer flashed across her face.

She intentionally wanted to keep Su Zeheng awake, unable to sleep.

After drinking so much coffee, he would need to wait until dawn to fall asleep.

If he didn’t sleep, his mental state would definitely suffer.

As for herself…

“Lin Gui, I’m here!” Seeing the figure in the distance, Wen Han waved and instantly switched to a gentle mode.

Lin Gui hurried over. “I kept you waiting.”

“Not at all!” Wen Han giggled. “Shall we chat while we walk?”

“Mm-hmm!” In front of a goddess, Lin Gui was flustered.

Though he couldn’t accept Wen Han’s past right away, thinking about how kind she was to him and how beautiful she was… after some internal struggle, Lin Gui chose to accept it.

Since she didn’t mind his poverty and plain looks, why should he mind her past?

And the moment he successfully invited Lin Gui out, Wen Han realized her plan from last night had worked.

When someone’s “bottom line” is slowly chipped away and lowered bit by bit, when they look back, their bottom line has drifted far from where it once was, making them feel they’ve invested too much.

Since he accepted all these things and stayed up many nights agonizing over them, choosing to accept them eventually, it meant he must love her deeply.

Once this thought took root, that person would constantly deceive and bewilder themselves, believing they truly loved the other person, regardless of whether it was true or not, and willing to do anything for them. This is called self-delusion.

This was Wen Han’s goal.

Did Su Zeheng tell Lin Gui about Little Yuan’s existence?

Fine, let’s go with the flow, “accidentally” reveal that I don’t actually like spicy hot pot, just to save money for Lin Gui. Let the next “fact” cover up what Su Zeheng said.

In fact, I should thank Su Zeheng for this.

Internally, he was smiling contentedly.

Wen Han seemed not to notice, and asked with concern, “By the way, you mentioned sending your painting to the art academy yesterday. Any results?”