It’s possible.
He Sitian had said that she stumbled upon that chat group while randomly searching online.
Since it was a chat group filled with all sorts of experts, it definitely wasn’t the kind of chat software commonly used by the masses.
Perhaps it was a special chat software developed by so expert themselves, with a very high threshold for entry.
Finding and entering it was either the work of equally exceptional experts or truly a matter of destiny.
...Yeah, yeah, experts making connections, choosing online friends so willfully, so high-end.
This is also a scene straight out of so urban fantasy novels.
Zhao Yongkang, presenting himself as soone not of this world, imrsed in the ocean of art, was in fact, a young person.
He had once been addicted to video gas and had liked to imrse himself in the plot of urban fantasy stories.
It was only after he t He Sitian that he slowly began to craft his persona as an artistic and beautiful youth.
He painfully bid farewell to gaming, and his bookshelf saw a decrease in street literature and an increase in art and philosophy books.
Zhao Yongkang packaged himself well, but in his heart, he never forgot that he was a post-95 generation child, not even thirty years old yet.
So, web novels, gas, he would still secretly indulge.
He was very familiar with the routines and classic s of web literature.
But—
When web fiction really crossed over into reality, Zhao Yongkang felt not joy but a sense of unreality.
Damn it, the one with the opportunity wasn’t him!
God was also unfair; He Sitian had everything, so why did she also get the "Golden Finger"?
He, Zhao Yongkang, worked so hard, and even if he wasn’t given a Senior Bai, at least he should have been given so magical chat group.
Instead, he got nothing and now still had to rely on the support of He Sitian.
A hint of gloom passed through Zhao Yongkang’s eyes, but quickly, he seed to think of sothing, and his expression returned to normal.
Half a month later, after the cruise trip ended, He Tiantian and Zhao Yongkang returned ho.
"Sitian, this is my gift to you!"
As soon as they entered the door, they saw parcel after parcel of deliveries.
Zhao Yongkang rummaged through them and then ca over with a box in hand.
"What gift?" He Tiantian asked curiously.
"I had two phones custom-made for you, the only two in the world. I painted "My Love" on the back of the phones for you."
Zhao Yongkang had soone take care of this on the cruise.
At the ti, he had just ntioned it in passing and hadn’t thought it would be successful.
After all, custom-making a phone is not the sa as custom-making a phone case; it’s not just about money but also about having enough power and status.
What surprised Zhao Wenkang was that in less than half a month, the other party had managed to get it done and even mailed it directly to their ho.
As surprised as he was, Zhao Wenkang also felt a bit shocked and frightened: that person had significant power.
Even sothing Zhao Wenkang considered incredibly difficult had been handled with ease.
"Really? Oh, honey, you’re so romantic! Knowing that I love the paintings you do for , you’ve given such a surprise!"
He Tiantian’s eyes sparkled as she quickly took the cardboard box, opened it, and revealed the two custom phone models from a major brand!
Upon opening the package, the brand-new phone backs showed spray-painted oil paintings, with the protagonist of the paintings obviously being "He Sitian."
And when the phones were turned on, the wallpaper, thes, and more were all oil painting works related to He Sitian.
He Tiantian was over the moon with excitent, hastily thanking Zhao Yongkang before starting to transfer all the SIM cards from her old phones to the new ones.
"Husband, even this is my portrait?"
"Wow, and my artistic signature LOGO?!"
"Husband, you’re amazing, thank you for such a thoughtful gift!"
"I will treasure these two phones!"
Like a child with a new toy, He Tiantian was cheering and couldn’t put the phones down, ultimately throwing herself into Zhao Yongkang’s arms and planting a kiss on his cheek.
Zhao Yongkang’s smile was warm, his voice full of adoration, "As long as you like it!"
"I do! I love it!" He Tiantian exclaid, starting to copy all the information from the old phones to the new ones.
He Tiantian was busy and joyful, radiating happiness and excitent to the core.
Zhao Yongkang, anwhile, casually gathered the two old phones and put them away in the box, offhandedly remarking, "Sitian, I’ll keep these old phones for you, okay?"
"Mhm!" He Tiantian replied, without even lifting her head, in an absent-minded acknowledgnt.
Zhao Yongkang’s smile grew even more dazzling...
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