Chapter 79 Examination.

Wang Weiran choked for a long time: "And then what did you shout?"

Jing Ge muttered, "Third Uncle."

"..." Wang Weiran burst into laughter for a while, "And then?"

Jing Ge: "That was it. He drank the whole glass of water."

He glanced at her expressionlessly as he put the cup on the table and told her to go downstairs and play with her fellow travelers.

Wang Weiran confirmed: "It was because of you that I was angry."

The sun was shining brightly, the snow was beginning to melt, and drips were heard from the eaves.

“I didn’t dare to speak when you introduced him just now, your uncle’s aura was too strong,” Wang Weiran said. “I met him back in college.”

A brief glimpse, and I was awestruck.

Jingge couldn't remember: "Have we met before?"

Wang Weiran flicked her forehead: "Back in your freshman year, didn't your dad cut off your allowance because you wanted to live on campus?"

Because Li's parents warmly invited her to live at the Li family home, but Jing Ge declined on the grounds that she wanted to live at school, Jing's father felt that she had not given the Li family face and had missed the opportunity to strengthen her relationship with Li Zhan, so he ordered her to live at the Li family home.

At that time, Jingge thought he was old enough to challenge his father's pathetic pride, so he ignored him, packed his belongings, and went to school.

In a fit of anger, Jing's father cut off her living expenses.

At the beginning of the semester, there were many expenses, including various tuition and fees. Living in the dormitory also required purchasing new items. Once the living expenses were cut off, Jingge was immediately in dire straits.

She was only 16 years old at the time, and because of her age, she was hesitant to find part-time jobs, as others would have reservations because she was a minor.

Jingge used his savings to get by until winter.

She had no winter clothes or winter blankets.

It must have been sometime in December when Jing Ge's university held an on-campus recruitment event for senior students, inviting more than a dozen well-known companies from Shanghai, including the Li family.

Jingge and her roommates came out to air their quilts. While the campus recruitment was in full swing, the quilts huddled under umbrellas looked like blooming flowers.

Jing Ge had caught a bad cold, and her listless expression eased slightly in the warm sunlight. Wang Weiran touched her face and warmly invited her to sleep with him that night.

Afraid of passing on his cold to her, Jingge shook his head and adjusted his shifted mask.

Before Wang Weiran could even utter the words, "Alright, I'll allow you to cuddle with me while we sleep," her eyes, upon seeing something, suddenly grabbed Jing Ge's collar, forcing her to turn around: "Look, look! Is that a real person next to the principal? Or is it a robot from the intelligent lab that altered the modeling data...?"

Jing Ge was jolted by the sudden movement, his head spinning and throbbing. He squinted at the person in the groin.

The campus recruitment process proceeded in an orderly manner, with the young man emerging from the teaching building, surrounded by Secretary Lin, the principal, and other leaders.

The man was tall and slender, like a pine or bamboo, aloof and noble in the sunlight. He would listen attentively when those around him spoke, patient and gentle, yet his eyes and brows showed no emotion.

The contrast is so striking that it makes people hesitate to go there.

Jing Ge glanced at it twice and then looked away: "It's a person."

"..." Wang Weiran gave in. "I asked you to sleep with me tonight, you're so sick you don't even know what 'exaggerated' means anymore, I'll allow you to hug me, okay..."

Just then, two other roommates ran over carrying milk tea, shouting, "Jingge, Jingge, the West Supermarket is having a promotion, winter quilts are on sale, do you want to go check it out?"

Jingge had his back to the exit of the teaching building, so he didn't see the sudden stop there.

My roommates bought four cups of milk tea and let them choose the flavors themselves, and then explained the supermarket promotions in detail.

Suddenly, the group was shrouded in a thin shadow.

The four girls turned around at the same time.

Lin Mi smiled and said, "I'm airing out the quilts."

Under the bewildered gazes of his three roommates, Jingge said in a nasal voice, "Sister Lin."

"Which one is your blanket?" Lin Mi bent down and touched her forehead. "Even when you're out in the sun, you shouldn't be wearing so little. You're already so sick..."

As she spoke, Lin Mi casually glanced at the thin blanket inside the umbrella in front of her.

Jingge dusted himself off and stood up, muttering, "It was a bit hot, so I took it off."

"No," Lin Mi took off her down jacket and draped it over her shoulders without allowing her to refuse. "This one is a bit tight on me. You can wear it back to the dorm for now. Don't keep putting it on and taking it off, or you'll catch a cold."

Jing Ge sneezed while covering his mask, and his eyes instantly became misty.

Lin Mi pinched her cold earlobe: "Should we greet President Li?"

Jing Ge quickly shook his head: "Uncle is busy, so I won't go up and bother him."

“You can contact me if you need anything,” Lin Mi said. “Save my number.”

At that time, Li Mushi was only 24 years old and had just taken over the group a year ago.

Jingge saved Lin Mi's number. Although she wouldn't contact him, the down jacket he was wearing was very warm, and it was something Jingge wanted to cherish.

That evening, Jing Ge received a transfer from his father.

That's her living expenses for the past four months.

Jingge knew why he wouldn't give it, but he didn't know why he gave it in the end.

That very evening, her mother brought her a cotton-padded coat and a winter quilt, took her out for a hot beef hot pot, and advised her not to argue with Jing's father. She said that as the younger generation, Jing's father transferring her living expenses meant that he had given in first, and that Jing Ge should take the initiative to go home.

Jingge didn't want his mother to be caught in the middle, so he promised her he would go back this weekend.

The next day, the professor of the major course paid a student to help him translate foreign documents during class.

Who can take on this task when they're only a freshman in college?

Because of the loss of his living expenses, Jingge felt quite insecure and was afraid that he would offend his father for some inexplicable reason one day, so he volunteered to take on this paid translation job.

But she was honest and told the professor about her level of academic ability, and voluntarily reduced her salary by half.

The professor kindly agreed, allowing her to learn while doing.

Real-world experience is the reason for Jing Ge's rapid progress. Thanks to this part-time job, Jing Ge has at least stopped suffering from cold and hunger.

Jing Ge had long forgotten the fleeting glance he gave Li Mushi on the day of the campus recruitment, but Wang Weiran remembered it vividly.

“Back in college, he was able to help you persuade your dad,” Wang Weiran said with emotion. “Now he’s risking his life to go up the mountain to find you. Even your own uncle wouldn’t do that.”

Jing Ge paused for a moment: "It was my mom who persuaded me to go to university..."

“Really?” Wang Weiran asked, puzzled. “Winter comes to Haishi in November, and you were freezing until December. As soon as your uncle showed up, your living expenses arrived that same day. We all thought it was your uncle who persuaded you to come.”

"......"

At this point, Wang Weiran nudged her, embarrassed: "We've talked about your mother... I apologize first. Even if your father doesn't give money, your mother could at least send some clothes over. My home is so far away, and my mother still rides her electric scooter to town to send me packages. Your home is in Haishi... So, we all agree that it was your uncle who persuaded her."

Jingge was somewhat dazed.

If it weren't for the execution case, Jing Ge and Li Mushi would never have been close. Li Mushi was a young elder whom the Li family needed to keep at a distance, so Jing Ge would never think too deeply about anything that happened.

But the winter clothes that Lin Mi gave her that year, and the living expenses she received that very day, were all at Li Mushi's behest.

Fine bubbles rose from Jing Ge's heart.

They began to re-examine those seemingly coincidental "good fortunes" of the past.