Chapter 6: The Surname "Wen"
Zhou Jihuai helped her to the door and stepped over the threshold before he went to the kitchen alone.
When Shu Chengan saw him come in, he said with a sullen face, "Half a year ago, when I changed jobs and returned home, I heard from my parents that my aunt's daughter Wen Nuan never took the initiative to visit her grandmother."
"Brother Huai, do you think she is such a granddaughter? The two families are not far away. Even if she is busy with her studies during the week, she doesn't come to visit even once during the winter and summer vacations?"
"Besides, she is not good at studying and always ranks last in the class. What is there for her to do? After school, she would rather wander around the street with her classmates than come to see her grandmother!"
"I don't know how my aunt and uncle, two great professors, gave birth to her."
He originally thought that after he was transferred to the special forces, Wen Nuan, as the only child left in the family, would understand things better and visit the elderly more often. Unexpectedly, she had not changed at all.
The little blood relationship he had left for Wen Nuan was quickly reduced to single digits after he learned about this.
Zhou Jihuai was not very interested in other people's family affairs. The surname "Wen" only stayed in his mind for a second, and this second made him remember that the little girl who was full of contradictions also had the surname Wen.
The thought flashed through his mind, and then he put it aside.
"Old people value family harmony. At least pretend to be nice in front of your grandma and don't make her feel bad."
Shu Cheng'an put the shrimp on the chopping board, took a handful of celery and began to pick the stale leaves.
He understood what Zhou Jihuai said, but he was still angry. He was afraid that he would not be able to help scolding the ungrateful person again, so he quickly hid in the kitchen.
"That little girl treated my grandma so well, but my grandma still thought about her all the time and asked me to send her any good things she had."
"It's so annoying!"
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After getting off at the bus station, Wen Zhile took another bus and arrived at a two-story hotel on the street opposite Jingzhou University, where he planned to stay for the time being.
She had an impression of this hotel. It was formerly a guesthouse of a state-owned factory. Later it was converted into a hotel to accommodate social personnel outside the factory. The appearance of the building was the same as all the houses on this street, neither new nor old.
It was mid-June, not a festival, nor the start of the university term or a holiday, so the hotel was not crowded.
The front desk staff looked at the door boredly when they saw a pale and skinny little girl walk in. They frowned and looked her up and down.
"Hello, please help me get a room. I want to stay for a week. Thank you." Wen Zhile walked to the service desk.
She speaks softly.
The Wen family had a good upbringing. Although the whole family spoiled their daughter in her previous life, and even spoiled her to the point that she seemed a little spoiled to outsiders, they never slacked off in educating their daughter on how to treat others.
In this life, she grew up wildly in the Dai family for sixteen years, and was always "educated" by beatings and scoldings, which actually subtly influenced her behavior.
The habit of grabbing hard objects and causing pain in the palms of your hands when you are nervous or emotionally agitated is a subconscious behavior developed in this life.
But apart from that, with Wen Zhile's deliberate changes, the education he received in his previous twenty years still prevailed.
The staff member, who was about 26 or 27 years old, looked behind her and saw no one.
It is not like a few years ago when you had to show a letter of introduction to stay in a guesthouse. Now you can stay in one as long as you have money.
"Let me see your ID. What's your name? How old are you?"
Wen Zhile took out his ID card: "Dai Zhi, sixteen."
Fang Xiuxiu paused while filling out the form, then continued writing.
"Thirty-five dollars for seven days. I'll take you to your room." She took a key and walked out of the service counter.
Wen Zhile was led to Room 202 on the second floor. Fang Xiuxiu opened the door and handed her the key: "Come downstairs and find me if you need anything. If I'm not here, find another staff member."
She responded, watched Fang Xiuxiu turn around and leave, and then prepared to close the door.
When I was about to close the door, it was suddenly blocked.