Chapter Sixty-Four: The First Time I Was Called Stingy Was Actually Because of a Brown Sugar Steamed Bun
Winter is getting closer, and the morning wind feels like layers of blades on my face.
Although Wen Jing reminded Song Nian'an every day to dry his face before going out, he still couldn't resist the cold wind making his delicate skin dry and cracked.
It had been raining every night for the past few days, and the temperature had dropped even faster. Wen Jing got up and handed Song Nian'an some thermal underwear.
【What kind of old-fashioned suit is this? I don't want to wear it! My classmates will laugh at me if I go to the bathroom!】
Wen Jing was very assertive, "Wearing it will only cause more trouble if you get sick."
Feeling wronged, Song Nian'an took the thermal underwear and put it on.
[At worst, I can just take my clothes off when I go to the bathroom at school, stuff a thermal undershirt inside, and then I won't look good in my clothes!]
“Come to my company after class…” Wen Jing cupped Song Nian’an’s cheek in his hand and gazed into his eyes. “I need to check.”
Song Nian'an looked at him with some confusion, "What kind of checkup..."
"Check if someone is secretly taking off their thermal underwear."
[...This person is suspicious! Just like my mom, they seem to read my mind!]
Song Nian'an rolled her eyes, got dressed, and got out of bed. It was a little difficult to pull up her pants; she had gained quite a bit of weight recently.
He put several novels and comic books in his schoolbag, planning to go to the hospital after school at noon to read some short stories to his grandmother.
Wen Jing felt quite gratified, but the thought that life would have been even warmer if her grandmother hadn't gotten sick came to mind.
Our housekeeper was off today and didn't prepare breakfast, so the two of them found a convenience store on their way to school.
Hot steamed buns, oden, and salted egg yolk rice balls—it was hard to choose!
In the end, I chose a brown sugar steamed bun.
"You know what? My favorite food when I was little was brown sugar steamed buns. My mom even said I was easy to feed. I felt so happy to be able to eat steamed buns for breakfast, lunch, and dinner when I was little!"
Wen Jing didn't want to talk to him.
Ta-da! Welcome!
Song Nian'an's pupils dilated as he looked at the neatly arranged rice balls and sandwiches. Every food seemed to be shining in his eyes. He made a lot of noise, exclaiming in admiration and taking out the food to examine it from all angles.
But in the end, he watched Wen Jing sigh and take a brown sugar steamed bun from the warmer.
While the cashier was checking out, she muttered under her breath, "The child is growing, what's wrong with wanting to eat something nice? You dress up so nicely, but you're so stingy when it comes to buying your child breakfast."
Wen Jing: .....
Wen Jing was too lazy to refute, he saw Song Nian'an smiling happily.
"How will Mr. 2.5 pay?"
"WeChat..."
"Do you need to add 3 yuan to get yogurt?"
"Yes...I need it..."
If I don't buy a yogurt now, I'll get stabbed to death by the salesperson's eyes.
The first time Wen Jing was called stingy was because of a brown sugar steamed bun.
As they walked out of the convenience store, Wen Jing pinched Song Nian'an's cheek.
"Aren't you happy to see your husband being criticized by the older women?"
Song Nian'an unscrewed the yogurt and handed it over. "To make it up to you, to apologize to you."
"You apologize to me using the yogurt I bought for you?"
Song Nian'an pressed a kiss to him, "Then I'll use your people to apologize to you."
She landed on her tiptoes, looked into Wen Jing's eyes, and revealed a smug expression.
After being with Song Nian'an, the whole world seemed to finally start to feel alive again.
He took Song Nian'an's hand and led him back to the car. Watching him eat the simplest brown sugar steamed bun with innocent eyes, he thought, "I'll buy two tomorrow, and he can try brown sugar steamed buns too."
Upon arriving at the classroom, Cheng Letian had already secured a spot in the last row.
He threw the schoolbag to Cheng Letian, who couldn't catch it and fell backward with the bag.
"Are you here to attend class or to carry bricks? Is your backpack full of steel?"
"No, I brought it along because I was going to the hospital at noon to read some books to my grandma."
"Don't throw money at me next time if your bag isn't full of cash!"
Cheng Letian's thought process is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
These past few evenings, I've been playing games out of boredom, and I happened to see that Cheng Letian had reached the King rank. Song Nian'an, being a bit nosy, asked him about it.
"Have you been practicing your skills day and night? Or did you have some surgery and get a head transplant?"
Cheng Letian kicked Song Nian'an under the table, "What are you talking about? Hermaphrodite."
"I see you're climbing the ranks like crazy in King of Glory, that doesn't seem like it."
"Hey, do you remember that gaming partner from last time? He taught me how to play seriously every day, and now I'm dominating the game, I'm incredibly strong."
"Really? I don't quite believe it."
"Then log in, and a pro player will carry you to victory."
Song Nian'an was skeptical, but seeing that there were still twenty minutes left before class, she reluctantly opened the game.
The good news is that the game ended in just nine minutes and did not affect their class.
The bad news is, they were completely wiped out.
Song Nian'an took out her earphones and put them on, not wanting to say another word to him.
Seeing this, Cheng Letian quickly explained, "Listen to me, without a playmate, my abilities are limited!"
Song Nian'an took off one earphone and said, "Oh, our young master Cheng has started hiring companions."
"Hey, it's that Lan from last time, the jungler!"
Song Nian'an recalled carefully that it was the day she invited two companions to play with her.
Cheng Letian continued, "I asked him about the price later, and he said it was five yuan a game. I thought it was a great deal, so I kept asking him to play with me."
"What? Five yuan? When I first started playing him, it was thirty yuan a game, and he was a top-ranked jungler in the national server!"
Song Nian'an then realized that someone was trying to turn his brother gay.
The school bell rang, and Song Nian'an would occasionally turn his head to observe his brother.
His brother's phone kept vibrating with messages.
Cheng Letian's expression as he replied to the message on his phone screen was exactly the same as when he saw Wen Jing's message.
"Playing with someone?" Song Nian'an guessed boldly.
"Yes, we're discussing tactics." Cheng Letian stared at his phone screen, his fingers flying across the screen.
Song Nian'an thought to herself, "What tactics can you possibly use against me? You've already fallen into someone else's trap."
After class at noon, Song Nian'an scanned a QR code and rode a bicycle to the hospital.
The VIP ward was quiet. He knocked gently on the door and heard someone inside say "Please come in" before he turned the handle.
Wen Liansheng sat on the edge of the bed wearing glasses, watching Song Nian'an with her schoolbag on her back, her hair disheveled by the wind, and she took off her glasses and tilted them up.
"Um, Grandpa Wen, I'm here to see Grandma." Song Nian'an put down her schoolbag.
"Um."
Having never had a one-on-one conversation with Wen Liansheng before, Song Nian'an was inevitably a little nervous. The former richest man, a business legend, and the legendary figure who built the Wen family empire, she didn't know how to start the conversation.
Song Nian'an thought for a moment and said, "Grandpa, you should also get more rest."
"Thank you." Wen Liansheng took off his glasses and closed his eyes.
"I brought some novels with me, I'll read some to Grandma, she'll definitely be able to hear them."
Song Nian'an unzipped her backpack and placed the thick novel on the cabinet in front of her hospital bed.
I moved a small stool to sit down, opened the first book, and started reading from the prologue.
Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or perhaps it was Song Nian'an's gentle voice, but Grandpa Wen's thoughts drifted back to the past, to the time when he and Grandma held the newborn Wen Jing and sang nursery rhymes together.
There were no complicated people or events; she simply poured all her love into the child who came into the world with hope.
Gradually, Grandpa Wen fell asleep, and everything in his dream became blurry. The voice of his deceased son and the crying child gradually faded away.
All that could be heard was a male voice gently telling a story.
Song Nian'an covered her grandfather with a thin blanket, checked on her grandmother, and gently closed the door.
Wen Jing's phone lit up. Seeing the caller ID, she smiled and answered the phone.
"Three seconds, honey, that's pretty fast." Song Nian'an can now joke with Wen Jing without any restraint.
Wen Jing cleared his throat and rested his forehead on his hand. "When are you coming? Lunch is all prepared and waiting for you to eat."
"I just visited Grandma, and Grandpa was there too. I read a novel to them for a while."
"Thank you," Wen Jing said.
By the time Song Nian'an arrived at Wen Jing's company, it was almost the end of lunch break.
I saw a figure from behind at the gate that looked a lot like Xiao Wu.
Strangely, a handsome guy was standing next to her, intimately embracing her.
Song Nian'an quietly ran over and gently patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder.
The handsome young man next to her grabbed Song Nian'an's arm and twisted it behind her back, causing Song Nian'an to wince in pain.
Xiao Wu was terrified, frantically slapping the handsome young man's hand, "Hey, let him go, let him go right now!"
The handsome young man, enraged for his beloved, cried out, "He made a lewd advance on you!"
Xiao Wu realized that if she continued to make a scene at the company entrance, security guards would come, the manager would come, and then General Manager Wen would come... The corresponding result would be no bonus, no job, and no mortgage payment.
For a moment she was distracted, and grabbed the handsome young man's ear, saying, "I told you to let go!"
Only then did he release Song Nian'an.
Xiao Wu pulled them aside, and saw that the handsome young man's eyes were red, and he was about to cry at any moment.
This is a stark contrast to what happened just now.
"Sorry, Brother Da." Xiao Wu checked Song Nian'an over to make sure he wasn't hurt.
"It's nothing, it's a misunderstanding. I didn't expect you... friend, to react so strongly."
Song Nian'an's brows, furrowed with pain, relaxed slightly as she continued, "Is your friend from the Wen Group?"
Xiao Wu replied, "Not yet."
Song Nian'an joked, "Currently? Is he here for an interview? I think he'd be perfect as a security guard; he seems very safe."
"You know this friend too, Brother Da, he's the one we played with the other day, the one who's a top-ranked player in the Chinese server, the one who plays Kai."
"My name is Bai Sheng." The handsome young man extended his hand. "I'm sorry, I thought someone was bullying Sister Xiao Wu."
Song Nian'an held his hand and said, "It's okay."
Xiao Wu checked the time, rushed inside, turned back to Bai Sheng, waved her phone, and told him to chat on the phone later.
Song Nian'an politely said goodbye.
"Thank goodness, I was just one minute away from having my pay docked." Xiao Wu gasped for breath, clutching her throat.
"So, what position are you interviewing for at the company, my companion?" Song Nian'an asked Xiao Wu with a mischievous grin.
Xiao Wu felt a little embarrassed by the stares, sniffed, and said, "I'm interviewing my boyfriend."
Song Nian'an sighed silently. It turned out that she had arranged marriages for others, and even arranged two couples at once.
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