Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

The low-profile Chen Pingsheng set off on his bike worth over two hundred thousand.

Really, it's not like riding is more comfortable just because the bike is expensive.

He rather missed the bicycles of his childhood, with their bigger seats.

They were so comfortable to sit on.

Not like these Trek bikes, which are just tiny triangles, hardly comfortable at all.

Riding a bike after having money truly felt different from before.

It was particularly casual and indifferent.

Thinking this, he considered buying a little electric Xiaodi to ride.

Bai Xin and her friends' favorite milk tea shop was a tiny one at the university entrance, not even ten square meters in size.

Inside, both girls were seniors, roommates in fact.

As their academic load lightened in their junior year and the school started requiring internships, the two girls decided to set up this tiny milk tea shop.

The investment for the shop was pooled together by four girls from the dormitory.

All of them loved drinking milk tea and were also keen on researching it, plus one of the girls was the department beauty and the other was the university beauty.

After they opened, the business did quite well.

College students starting businesses was indeed a fresh concept.

In the past, there had been cases of very successful entrepreneurs who dropped out of high school, with Han Han, a writer, being a classic example.

By the end of October, the daily temperature in Capital City had dropped to around ten degrees, necessitating a slightly thicker coat to head outside.

Chen Pingsheng had ridden for about twenty minutes, and not at a slow pace.

The sunlight was brilliant, carrying a touch of early winter chill, while a few people queued up in front of the tiny milk tea shop.

The expressions on the faces of those two girls inside radiated the innocent smiles unique to college students.

"Mister, please place your order for whatever milk tea you want, we have fruit-flavored and bubble milk tea."

When it was Chen Pingsheng's turn, he glanced at the simple menu; the prices were cheap.

"Miss, how many cups do you sell in a day?"

Inside, Chu Qiuyan wore a little cap and draped herself in a Bobo Milk Tea uniform she had designed herself.

"Around a hundred or more," Chu Qiuyan asked him, "Is this your first time here, mister?"

"Yes, I'm here because a colleague recommended it, saying your milk tea is delicious."

"Are you going to buy anything, or just flirt? Don't waste our time," said someone ahead of him.

"Exactly, you're over thirty, right? Flirting with college girls, aren't you embarrassed?"

Chen Pingsheng wasn't embarrassed; he turned around to look, guessing that most of those who spoke probably wanted to flirt themselves.

"Sorry about that, just give me a cup of your best milk tea."

"Alright, mister, one moment please."

The college girl Chu Qiuyan was quite polite.

In the blink of an eye, he was over thirty, and these college girls seemed like young ladies to him.

After making her specialty Mango Fresh, Chu Qiuyan quickly handed it over to him.

With not much else to do that afternoon, Chen Pingsheng simply sat with his milk tea.

When it was the turn of the guys behind him, they seemed pretty much like him.

Pretending to buy milk tea was one thing, but actually trying to hit on the milk tea girls was another.

These young people's way of flirting was indeed quite direct—driving a Mercedes C-Class and just showing off the Mercedes emblem while asking Chu Qiuyan for her WeChat.

Some even deliberately fished out their designer watches to show off.

In essence, the wealthy showed off their wealth.

The literate would deliberately quote some poetry or prose.

The handsome ones liked to act a bit cool.

Beautiful women only cease to be a rare resource at high levels of society; in the ordinary world, they are indeed scarce.

"Do you guys really come here every day?"

"Mister, at least we're about the same age as the milk tea shop owner, but you must be ten years older than her trying to chase young girls?"

After being turned down frequently, it was natural to categorize Chen Pingsheng with themselves.

"No," Chen Pingsheng said calmly, "I just wanted to understand her real situation, and I think it's quite impressive that so many people come here chasing after her."

"That's because you don't know the goodness of Miss Qiuyan, the owner here."

A confident young man responded, "If you knew even a little about Miss Qiuyan, you'd probably be chasing her with us."

"Oh? Do tell," Chen Pingsheng showed some interest.

"Why on earth should I tell you?" he retorted.

Though he claimed he wouldn't share details, a slightly older guy nearby suddenly spilled everything to him.

Chu Qiuyan's family was fairly ordinary; she had grown up depending solely on her grandmother and had a younger sister.

At her age, with good grades and pretty looks, she really shouldn't need to worry about earning money.

Unfortunately, since middle school, she had to take care of her grandmother and sister.

She learned to make milk tea during a summer job in middle school.

Back then, it was quite simple, but later, whenever she had holidays or free time, she would help out at the milk tea shop.

By high school, she was able to concoct various kinds of milk tea in her dormitory all by herself.

With her skilled craft, she successfully managed her studies while taking care of her grandmother and sister during her high school years.

In college, with the help of three roommates, she even started this tiny Bobo Milk Tea Shop.

"Brother, marrying such a woman would bless three generations, don't you think?"

"Indeed," Chen Pingsheng nodded.

"So do you think me putting so much effort into pursuing her is wrong?"

Chen Pingsheng shook his head, "No, it's not wrong."

"I believe that someday my sincerity will move heaven itself, and if I could marry her, my eighty-year-old mother would probably jump for joy."

"Brother, you must be seven or eight years older than me, right?"

"In matters of love, it's never too late. It's not until we reach this age that we really understand how to cherish someone. Just so you know, I have been divorced twice."

Wow... This guy sure is a piece of work.

Chen Pingsheng turned and looked at Chu Qiuyan, who was still bustling about. He didn't expect she had such a background.

Truly, if what this guy said was true, then this girl is indeed a good woman.

Once they were less busy, Chen Pingsheng approached again, "Miss Qiuyan, I just heard some things about you outside and was hoping to invite you for a meal, if you'd give me the chance?"

"Uncle, there are hundreds, if not thousands wanting to treat Miss Qiuyan to a meal. You'd have to queue up and maybe come back next year," said the girl next to Qiuyan, her best friend and usually her protector.

Her fierce look was quite cute too.

"Please don't misunderstand,"

Chen Pingsheng said with a smile, "I am not like those guys. Also, I am already married and have a child. I love my wife very much. I only wanted to discuss some business with you, nothing personal."

"Uncle, you are way behind the times. Regardless of tactics, my Qiuyan is just not going out to eat with you."

Zhao Feifei stood with hands on her hips, posing like a street thug, emphasizing her stance with a chest out.

Looks like a size A.

She really couldn't puff it out any more, though cute she definitely was.

College beauty, of course, she had some looks.

"Alright then!" Chen Pingsheng pulled out a simple business card from his pocket with only his name and phone number.

"My little secretary specifically recommended you, and since you won't agree to a meeting, I suppose she'll have to visit you tomorrow."

Chen Pingsheng rode home on his newly acquired Trek bike.

He wasn't the least bit annoyed; actually, he found the girl quite impressive.

After all, a girl ought to know how to protect herself.

He had intended to leave a cool and dependable impression as he departed.

Who knew which careless buffoon had tossed a beer bottle onto the curb, causing him nearly to stumble.

"At this age, still full of baloney,"

Zhao Feifei snorted, "Rides a broken bike and talks about secretaries; why doesn't he just say he's a millionaire?"