Chapter 107 Cross-Border Gift

Chapter 107: A Gift from Afar

To receive Shen Ci's level 70 fan gift, Shen Shiyan bought another house in the suburbs far from Yunjing Mansion.

"AAA WeChat Rep Wang: Block C, Tianjingyuan Villa, Qinghe Road, Yuncheng."

"AAA WeChat Rep Wang: Thanks a lot. Autumn's dry, make sure to drink warm water."

"Whatcha lookin' at, Xiao Ci?" Shen Sicheng saw him spacing out for a while and leaned in. "Let me see, AAA WeChat Agent..."

He stopped mid-sentence, his heart skipping a beat, and instinctively glanced at Shen Ci's face to gauge his reaction.

"Level 70, it's time to give something haha..." Shen Sicheng let out a forced chuckle. Seeing Shen Ci wasn't in a good state, he asked, "What's wrong, Xiao Ci?"

Now older, his peach blossom eyes seemed to gaze at everyone with deep affection. He fixated on the two private messages on the screen, frowning slightly, looking a bit troubled.

"Nothing, Brother Sicheng." Shen Ci closed the app. "I don't know why, but his voice sounds kind of familiar, and I'm suddenly not so keen on sending it."

The streaming room had a thick carpet. Shen Ci was still wearing the ancient costume from his cosplay character, sitting cross-legged on the thick carpet, swinging his bare feet gently. Next to him were a dozen gifts already wrapped up.

"Besides, he's loaded. My gift seems kinda lame in comparison." Shen Ci reached for a large box near the door, which already contained a skateboard and a brand-new camera.

Shen Sicheng also sat down, watching Shen Ci pack his own photo album and signed photos, a large Q-version cushion customized with Shen Ci's image, and finally, a handwritten letter.

"He really is quite rich."

Rich, all earned for you.

Shen Sicheng’s temple twitched. "This is shabby?"

Shabby? Among the things you sent back to that guy, the twenty-thousand-yuan camera is the cheapest thing.

"Compared to what he’s tipped me, it’s still a bit shabby." Shen Ci lowered his head again, carefully writing on the cardboard box: Wishing "AAA WeChat Rep Wang" baby safety and success, may wealth roll in.

His hair had grown to his waist. A few days ago, to portray a character, he had dyed a few strands of silver-gray highlights. Unexpectedly, it perfectly complemented his well-defined and handsome features. His side profile was clean and sharp. He was no longer as smiley as before, carrying a cool and detached air.

The packed gifts were all sent out in the evening.

Air shipping was fast; by the third morning, the gift was already on Shen Shiyan’s passenger seat. The gunshot wound on his shoulder still ached faintly, but his mood was surprisingly good.

He stopped the car three times along the way but still resisted returning to Yunjing Mansion. He carefully unwrapped the package in the living room.

Shen Shiyan flipped through the eighteen-page photo album dozens of times, examining each photo closely. It included Shen Ci’s first ancient-style young scholar, as well as the "super aggressive alpha" he had spent hours at Yunjing trying to perfect but still wasn’t entirely satisfied with. Most of the rest were new—modern outfits or ethnic styles—each character perfectly portrayed.

When Shen Shiyan first followed Shen Ci using the agent Wang account, he wanted to learn to comment like other fans with character-related remarks, because that would get him noticed by Shen Ci.

But he didn’t know what to comment. So in his spare time after work or during breaks, he would find the novel from the previous comment section with the highest votes and read it. Sometimes he’d even pick the wrong one and read several books for nothing.

The first time Shen Shiyan commented, he did his homework thoroughly, learning from others and posting: "Teacher Ci's portrayal of Qin Rong perfectly matches the original."

He deliberately omitted the trail of "aaaaaaa"s from his comment.

He waited like a concubine hoping for the emperor's favor, hoping Shen Ci would reply. But even by evening, Shen Ci hadn’t responded, and his comment was buried among 70,000 others.

Even Shen Shiyan couldn’t help but smile at himself.

He gently placed the photo album on his lap, took out the other items one by one, and finally unsealed the handwritten letter.

The midday autumn sun poured in through the window, bathing Shen Shiyan, who was sunk into the sofa, in warmth.

It wasn’t a very long letter. Shen Ci’s handwriting was sharper than in his school days.

"To AAA WeChat Rep Wang Baby’s Thank-You Letter:

Unknowingly, we’ve been following each other for a year. I’m very grateful for every moment you’ve spent in my livestreams, accompanying me as I walk from one character’s life to another.

I’m not good with words. I will persist in what I love. I also hope you, my fan baby, can be happy every day and have success in everything.

Oh, and autumn in Yuncheng is windy. It will be warmer if you wear a scarf when you go out.

Written by Ci"

A soft, gentle smile lingered on Shen Shiyan’s face. The pure white letter paper was sprayed with perfume—the same green apple scent Shen Ci used to like. He traced his fingertips over each word, the fragrance lingering on his fingers, bringing him a touch of Shen Ci’s warmth.

That night, he hugged the cute cushion and slept soundly.

From autumn to winter, a scarf was always wrapped around his neck.

The camera was placed in Shen Shiyan’s car. He tried to record life—capturing early autumn streets, deep autumn piles of withered leaves, and winter snowfall.

Half a month before the new year, Jidian declared bankruptcy and was acquired by Chonghe, along with all partnerships. Shen Siyu hid and ran, for the first time feeling despair and terror at death.

Yuncheng was neither small nor large. Finding someone was now easy for Shen Shiyan.

Shen Shiyan, dressed in a custom pure black suit, crossed his legs. In his hand, he held a withered rabbit made of dogtail grass and an old peace charm. He sat on the reception sofa at Chonghe, looking down with half-closed eyes at Shen Siyu, who lay dying on the floor.

"Second Brother, should I also grant you the position of an assistant at Chonghe?" Shen Shiyan’s pale lips parted, his tone cold.

Shen Siyu’s body felt like it was falling apart from the beating. The blood on the corner of his mouth had dried. He lifted his head with difficulty, only able to see the dark red soles of Shen Shiyan’s leather shoes.

"Let... let Shen Rong go... I beg you..." Shen Siyu closed his eyes.

Shen Shiyan let out a gentle, breezy laugh, put his legs down, and propped his elbows on his knees. In a playful tone, he informed him, "Naturally, he’s still alive. I only had one of his legs removed."

He savored the terror on Shen Siyu’s face.

"But whether someone will set a fire in his room while he’s recovering—that, I can’t say."

"You!" Shen Siyu shouted in unwillingness, crawling forward on his hands. His hands were covered in mud and filth. His left hand reached up, nearly grabbing Shen Shiyan’s pant leg, until Shen Shiyan stepped on it and ground it underfoot.

Shen Shiyan cupped the fragile grass rabbit in his palm and softly tsked.

After a long while, the person on the ground had no reaction—he had fainted.

Shen Siyu was dragged out. When he woke up, he would likely be in Carinthia, reuniting with his dear older brother.

It was a pity that, shortly after Shen Sinian and Zhong Yurong died, Shen Sinian died in a car accident. As for how that accident came about, Shen Sinian would have to ask his good father in the underworld.

Shen Wenzhou never imagined that the illegitimate son he brought back to stabilize the family would turn the Shen family upside down.

But he could probably rest easy now. After all, the Shen family business that Shen Wenzhou had schemed over his entire life had been developed by Shen Shiyan to a height he could neither imagine nor reach.

Shen Shiyan placed his rabbit and peace charm back into the custom glass display.

It was all over.