Wandering in the vast darkness

009 How can you tolerate this?

The two got into the car, and Yu Wenhao was still thinking about the trunk full of clothes. What kind of interview required a trunk full of clothes? It wasn't like she was going to a performance. This was too much!

Yu Wenhao knew that this girl not only had procrastination issues but also difficulty making choices. When faced with two or three items at the same time, she couldn't decide which one to choose, and in the end, she would often choose something that wasn't immediately available. Therefore, even though she already had a trunk full of clothes with her, she still felt that the clothes she hadn't brought were better and insisted on rushing back.

Since Qianqian fell ill, Yu Wenhao has consciously read many books on psychology. He feels that what Qianqian needs is not only to treat her physical illness, but also to overcome numerous psychological difficulties. The prolonged suffering from illness is something even adults may not be able to endure and may break down, let alone a child like Qianqian.

The doctors who knew her also told Yu Wenhao that in cases like Qianqian's, it was especially important to prevent her from becoming autistic.

"Is tomorrow's interview important?" Yu asked.

The girl shook her head: "It's not important. I wouldn't have gone if my dad hadn't forced me."

"Then why go?" Yu Wenhao asked. "I can tell you don't seem like someone who needs to work."

The girl's eyes widened: "What do you mean?"

Yu Wen smiled and said, "You don't have any pressure to survive. Whether you work or not, it's probably the same for you. Your parents have probably already prepared everything for you."

The girl remained silent and lowered her head.

Yu teased her, laughing and saying, "You've got guts to want your company."

The girl turned her head, her eyes widening again: "Why?"

"How many HR professionals will encounter someone driving a Ferrari to an interview?" Yu Wenhao said. "Even if it's the company boss's car, it probably won't be as good as yours."

The girl laughed when she heard this and said, "His car is a Maybach, the same one as Jack Ma's, better than mine."

This time it was Yu Wenhao's turn to be surprised. He asked, "How did you know?"

"He's my dad's friend," the girl said.

"Then your dad is a big boss too," Yu Wenhao said.

The girl exclaimed, "How did you know?"

"Birds of a feather flock together. Only big bosses consider other big bosses as friends. I really want to be friends with Jack Ma and Wang Jianlin, but they would never comfort me," Yu Wenhao said. "And this house you live in, this car you drive, I can only afford a stroller for my daughter."

The girl chuckled and said, "Okay, sort of."

"So you don't need to work at all."

"Yes, I need to," the girl said. "It gets really boring being home alone with nothing to do. My parents are worried that I'll go astray if I stay home alone, so they both want me to find something to do. I don't want to work at my dad's company, and I don't want to stay in this rural area, so my dad asked me to work at his friend's company."

Yu nodded in agreement: "That's correct. So, the interview is just a formality, why are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous!"

"If you're not nervous, why did you bring so many clothes?" Yu asked.

The girl fell silent again. She really wanted to tell Yu Wenhao that even just going to the supermarket outside the neighborhood takes her ages to choose clothes from the walk-in closets—it takes her longer to actually go to the supermarket! She looked at Yu Wenhao, but in the end, she didn't say anything. She felt ashamed to say it out loud; she felt like it would be a problem if she did.

Yu greeted the girl, started the car, drove out of the residential area, and followed the navigation without needing her to tell him the way.

The girl sat in the passenger seat, scrolling through her phone while humming a song. It was clear she was in a much better mood than when she arrived, as if she had just accomplished something significant and felt a sense of satisfaction.

Yu Wenhao didn't know what song she was humming. Although the two were more than ten years apart, they already felt like they were several generations apart. It is said that in this era of mobile devices, the generation gap is no longer defined by seniority or age. More accurately, it should be defined by the speed at which Apple releases new iPhones and the speed at which people change their phones.

People who are still using iPhone 11 now that the iPhone 14 is already out there are definitely getting old.

For people like Yu Wenhao who have always used Android phones, it's not a matter of age, but rather that they are outdated and marginalized.

Yu Wenhao couldn't tell what song she was singing, but she could tell that she was off-key. She was enjoying herself, but it was torture for the listener. It felt like the sound of metal scraping against glass, and her throat felt like it had been flattened, leaving only a slit, from which the sound was squeezed out with great difficulty.

When driving, Yu Wenhao is always well-behaved and calm. He is very afraid of violating traffic rules, and he is reluctant to lose points or be fined. A few years ago, when driving points could be sold, Yu Wenhao could earn half of his insurance premiums by selling points every year.

Even now, while driving a Ferrari, Yu Wenhao is still driving at a leisurely pace. On the highway, where the speed limit is 120 mph, he maintains a speed of 110 mph.

The girl was very unhappy with the speed, rolled her eyes at him, and muttered, "Like an old man, did you have a stroke?"

Yu Wen chuckled: "It's not that he looks like one, he's an old man, his age speaks for itself."

The girl scoffed, shifted her body, sat up straight, and turned to greet Yu, "How old are you?"

"Thirty-six," Yu Wenhao said.

"Go away, you're barely old enough to be called an uncle, far from being an old man. Don't be so self-conscious." The girl waved her hand in front of her, as if to drive something away.

A car sped past them, honking its horn as it passed. The girl suddenly screamed, startling Yu Wenhao. She pointed ahead, and if she hadn't been wearing her seatbelt, she would have jumped right out of her seat.

She shouted, "Hurry, hurry, catch up with it!"

Yu Wen glanced at her and continued walking at his own pace.

The girl pounded on the center console, yelling, "Hurry, hurry, oh no, catch up with it!"

"Why are you chasing after him? He's your boyfriend."

"Get lost! I don't want such a low-class boyfriend. Hey, hurry up and go after him!"

Yu Wenhao remained unmoved and continued to proceed at his own pace.

"You, you, you! Didn't you hear? He just honked his horn on purpose. That was blatant provocation, didn't you know?" the girl asked angrily.

"I know, so what?" Yu Wenhao retorted.

"You still tolerated it knowing?"

"Can."

"My God, is this even possible? How can you tolerate this? Are you even a man?" the girl asked angrily.

Yu Wen chuckled, "No need to hold back. He can go his way, I'll go mine. By the way, are you in a hurry?"

The girl glared at him: "I'm not in a hurry, I'm just angry. When I'm driving, no other car can overtake me; I'm the one who always overtakes them."

She covered her face with her hands and cried in a fake voice, "Waaah, you've embarrassed me so much! Letting such a loser overtake me! Ugh, this is my car! What a disgrace!"

Yu Wenhao laughed heartily, and after laughing, he said, "That's because you haven't figured it out."

The girl removed her hand, looked at him, and asked, "What haven't you figured out?"

"You forgot that the Earth is round."

The girl asked, "So what?"

"That means no matter how fast you drive, you're just a point on a circle. There will always be cars in front of you and cars behind you."

"Hmph, I don't care. I just don't want any cars to see me. If I do see one, I'm going to overtake it. I don't care if the earth is round, square, or triangular. As long as there's a car in front of me, that's no good."

As the girl spoke, the shadow of a large truck appeared on the road ahead. The girl exclaimed:

"Hurry, hurry, overtake this car and comfort my wounded heart."

Yu Wenhao laughed loudly: "Okay, I can't stand it if this car can't be overtaken."

He continued driving at his own speed, and the truck got closer and closer until he was overtaken.

Yu Wenhao turned to her and asked, "Satisfied?"

The girl sighed, "Ugh, what a downer. Being with an old man like you, with the steering wheel still in your hands, I have to lower my standards."