Chapter 87 Chen Zhao VS Pei Nianchu: IF Line → Past Life → Present Life
The boss bravely went to pursue love.
Chen Zhao, the secretary, is... miserably tutoring the child!
"Young Master, are there words on my face?"
"Why are you looking at me? Look at the question!"
The pen, which had been nimbly twirling on her five fingers, fell to the ground with a thud. Pei Nianchu casually leaned on the table, one hand lazily supporting her cheek, and said at the end, "Brother Zhao isn't in a good mood today."
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhao crumpled the bright red test paper in his hand.
I failed every single one of the three subjects: math, physics, and chemistry!
How dare he ask?
Chen Zhao couldn't understand it. The First Madam was a medical doctor, and the First Master was also a top student from Peking University. How come they all collapsed when it came to Pei Nianchu?
"It's just a cruise ship, when can't we go? You don't need to be so sad." Pei Nianchu took his silence as regret for not being able to board the cruise ship, casually tapped the weather on her phone, and pointed, "Look! It's raining tonight, and we don't even know if there will be a sunrise tomorrow morning. Besides, what's so interesting about the sunrise? We have to get up early, we might as well sleep a little longer..."
Muttering to himself, a hand reached out.
Chen Zhao pinched his upper and lower lips, trying to remain calm: "Young Master, instead of worrying about this and that, you should worry about yourself first."
With his current grades, he'll have a hard time getting into university in the future.
"Mmm...mmm..."
"What did you say?"
Pei Nianchu struggled to free her mouth from his grasp, then resigned herself to her fate: "My brain is just rusty, I can't learn anything, what can I do?"
If you can't learn it, then pry it open to learn it.
Pei Nianchu:! ! !
"Brother Zhao, you're too cruel! How can I survive if you pry me open?"
"Stop joking." Chen Zhao flicked his forehead and pushed a stack of test papers over the corner of the table. "The First Madam said before she left that if you don't pass the mock exam after school starts, then..."
"So what?" Pei Nianchu's eyes darted around, and she leaned closer, gloating. "Take back the one million I gave you!"
After he drove away his sixth tutor, the first wife had no choice but to approach Chen Zhao, offering him a million-dollar tutoring fee, not expecting him to turn this mess into something great, just enough to pass.
The requirement was so simple that it was a piece of cake for Chen Zhao.
Since following the boss only means feeding the dog, I might as well earn some extra money.
So, with his serious attitude and the check given to him by the first wife, he came to tutor people with a smile.
But when he received Pei Nian's initial and final report cards, he couldn't maintain his standard 45-degree smile and immediately wanted to return the hot potato.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Fearing he might change his mind, the first wife and the eldest son quickly flew to the Maldives after the check was signed. The old man had also made an appointment with several elders to go fishing at sea a few days earlier.
The boss was busy celebrating the young master of the Song family's birthday, and now only he and Pei Nianchu remained in the entire Pei family.
He had no choice but to accept the heavy responsibility of tutoring.
Fortunately, unlike the other tutors, Chen Zhao was given all the rights by the First Madam, including the feather duster that accompanied Pei Nianchu's nightmares throughout her childhood.
"I don't know if my million will be taken back, but if you continue to live like this, not taking notes, not doing tests... I guarantee you won't be able to keep your backside tomorrow."
The moment the feather duster appeared, even the most unruly child had to sit still, and Pei Nianchu was no exception, even feeling fear.
A hoarse voice yelled, "How did this thing end up in your hands!"
"Of course it was given to me by the First Madam." Chen Zhao weighed the feather duster in his hand, his smile deepening. "The First Madam said I could use it as I pleased."
"random!"
Pei Nianchu jumped up, and just as she pointed her hand out, Chen Zhao lightly tapped the table with a feather duster, startling her so much that she immediately sat down.
Chen Zhao: "Can you start writing now, my esteemed young master?"
"..."
"You win!"
Pei Nianchu, on the other hand, was flexible and adaptable, holding the pen and working on the questions with a professional air.
However, only half an hour later.
"Brother Zhao, I'm thirsty."
"Brother Zhao, my hands are so sore."
"Brother Zhao, I'm so hungry..."
Pei Nianchu is up to her old tricks again.
After calling out a few times and seeing that Chen Zhao ignored him, he leaned against Chen Zhao's shoulder as if he had no bones. "Brother Zhao, I'm really hungry. Listen, my stomach is rumbling."
"Stomach rumbling? I think you're asking for trouble again." Chen Zhao pushed his head away in disgust and asked, "How long has it been since you finished lunch?"
"I didn't eat much," Pei Nianchu mumbled.
Chen Zhao laughed: "Was it me who stopped you from eating?"
No, not at all.
Tutoring is one thing, but it's not worth punishing him by starving him.
Pei Nianchu was simply tired of eating delicacies and recently developed a liking for street food, especially spicy hot pot.
I ate there with my classmates once, and I've been talking about it ever since.
"Add extra numbing and spicy, and drizzle with a spoonful of peanut sauce..." He smacked his lips as he spoke, his mouth watering. "Brother Zhao, how about we go eat hot pot tonight? You like it too, don't you?"
Pei Nianchu's first time eating there, she coincidentally bumped into him in the commercial street behind the school.
It's hard to believe that the meticulous and organized top secretary in public actually enjoys eating that stuff.
This is no coincidence.
He's recently developed a taste for this, and his request was exactly what he wanted.
But there is a prerequisite.
Chen Zhao: "Give me the last two big questions first."
"no problem!"
The power of foodies should not be underestimated.
At 7:30 p.m., the two sat in the crowded mala tang restaurant, and just as the weather forecast had predicted, it started pouring rain outside.
The rain pattered softly, and I could vaguely hear the waves crashing against the shore.
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Luo Yunqing won't live much longer.
When he offered to cremate the boss's body, Chen Zhao was already prepared.
He couldn't keep someone who was already dead.
Even so, seeing him jump into the sea with my own eyes still made me incredibly sad.
For Luo Yunqing, and for himself.
Luo Yunqing always said that all the people he cared about in this world were gone, and for him, it was no different.
But this person was too cruel; even at the end, he wanted to leave him with a thought, telling him to visit the children at the orphanage every month.
Chen Zhao didn't want to get involved. He was also very tired and wanted to get a good night's sleep. But every time he opened his email before going to bed and looked at the last email that Luo Yunqing had scheduled to send, his conscience made him feel uneasy, so he had to get up again.
He was actually afraid that after he fell asleep, Luo Yunqing would complain to the boss that he hadn't kept his promise.
If they didn't want him while he was alive, it would be too tragic to not want him after he's dead.
So he tried hard to keep himself from falling asleep, going to the welfare home at least three times a month, and also going to the hospital to get his medicine.
As a result, after less than three months of taking the medicine, the doctor who had previously treated Luo Yunqing shook his head and said that his medical skills were limited.
At that moment, Chen Zhao was actually delighted.
Is it incurable?
That's great!
He can finally take a break.
However, before he could completely breathe a sigh of relief, the doctor, who was almost bald, handed him a business card, saying that he was his junior fellow student who had just returned from abroad and opened a psychological counseling center, and that he might be able to help him.
I was in a good mood, but hearing this made me feel deflated.
Chen Zhao wanted to say "no need," but then he caught a glimpse of "Pei" on the business card out of the corner of his eye. He swallowed the words he was about to say and went to the psychological counseling center by following the address on the business card.
"Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Pei Nianchu."
The bald doctor's junior colleague was very young, and his eyes were always bright and sparkling, which made Chen Zhao think for a time that this person was... not very reliable.
As it turns out, it really wasn't reliable.
After recounting his life story, the other man rolled up his sleeve, glanced at his watch, and smiled slightly at him: "It's 6:30. I should get off work now."
Chen Zhao: "..."
"Is Mr. Chen alone?" The other person suddenly asked as he got up to leave the consultation room.
Chen Zhao couldn't help but retort, "Half a person? I'm afraid you'll be scared to death."
The other person probably didn't expect him to say such a thing and was stunned for a few seconds.
Then, realizing what he meant, a smile slowly spread across his lips: "Since Mr. Chen is also alone, why don't we have dinner together? It's on me."
The last three words successfully shut Chen Zhao up.
After all, he had spent a three-figure consultation fee, so he figured he might as well eat it. But when he stood in front of the mala tang restaurant, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.
"Mr. Chen doesn't like it?" Pei Nianchu looked over with feigned confusion: "If I remember correctly, didn't Mr. Chen say that his favorite food is mala tang?"
Oh, so he remembered all those incoherent words.
Three months after Luo Yunqing left,
Chen Zhao finally got to eat a bowl of hot food.
*
Spring goes and autumn comes, year after year.
On the third anniversary of Luo Yunqing's death, Chen Zhao mustered up the courage to come to the shore where Luo Yunqing had jumped off.
I never expected there would be anyone there!
A man with long, dyed pink hair brushed past him; it seemed like he'd seen him somewhere before.
Unfortunately, the person disappeared as soon as I turned around.
Only a pile of burnt paper remained on the shore.
When the wind blows, the ashes fly into the sky and fall into the sea.
I don't know why, but every year on the anniversary of his death, the weather is bad, always gloomy.
As Chen Zhao burned paper money, he couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't see the sunrise again."
"You will see."
A soft voice came from behind.
Tang Yajun, dressed in a black dress, squatted down, picked up two gold ingots beside him, and threw them into the fire. She repeated in a calm tone, "You will see the sunrise."
Chen Zhao was quite surprised: "Why are you here?"
"I've come to say goodbye." Tang Yajun picked up a few more million-dollar ghost money bills and threw them into the fire, as if she were saying them to him, or perhaps to the person who would receive them. "My residency training is over, and I'm going abroad."
Chen Zhao pursed his lips: "Would Old Master Tang agree?"
The old man's biggest regret in his life was agreeing to let his daughter become a Doctors Without Borders, only to die far from home. How could he bear to let his granddaughter follow in her footsteps?
"What can we do if we disagree? He's the one who agreed to the marriage with the Song family in the first place." Actually, we can't blame the old man. Nobody knows, but the hurt she's caused over the years is undeniable.
The old man felt deeply guilty and left her to her own devices from then on.
"I heard that the Song brothers are still alive." Tang Yajun said calmly when the two were mentioned again. "The old man specifically instructed the hospital to make sure they are alive."
"What a coincidence, Pei Hengzhi is still alive too." Chen Zhao murmured, gazing at the undulating sea. "It's good that he's alive, so he doesn't get in their way."
The last stack of ghost money was thrown into the fire.
After the fire was extinguished, the two talked as they left together.
As she descended the cliff, Tang Yajun spotted the young man waiting by the car door in the distance. A smile appeared on her face: "Your lover?"
Chen Zhao: "Just a psychologist."
"Oh, you haven't been officially hired yet."
Chen Zhao: "..."
"Remember to let me know when you get a permanent position." Tang Yajun ignored the complicated expression on his face and continued, "I won't be able to attend the wedding banquet, but I'll definitely give a generous gift."
Chen Zhao's scalp began to tingle: "Let's go quickly."
After watching Tang Yajun leave, Pei Nianchu came over and said, "I bought some groceries. Let's have hot pot when we get home."
Winter is the perfect time to eat hot pot.
…………
Chen Zhao actually dislikes winter.
Especially in the years since the boss got married, every year-end, a bunch of people would surround him and try to introduce him to potential partners.
In the past two years, even the landlady has stopped supporting him and started urging him on behalf of the old man.
Chen Zhao wasn't against finding a partner, but he felt that "finding a partner would slow down my earning speed."
"Okay then." Without saying a word, Luo Yunqing took out a card. "I'll give you the money. That won't stop you from making money, right? Go find a girlfriend."
Chen Zhao exclaimed "Wow!"
I've only ever heard of people being pressured to "leave my son" with money, never of someone being forced to find a partner.
The landlady is truly... a second mother!
If the boss hadn't been watching, he would have called out "Mom" in a low voice.
Chen Zhao did not disappoint their kindness and searched diligently, but unfortunately, none of them met his standards.
Whenever he said that, Luo Yunqing would look like she had lost out and wanted the card back.
Before he could even speak, Chen Zhao quickly made an excuse to slip away.
joke,
There's no reason to take back money that's been handed to you.
Slipping out of the Pei family home, I wandered aimlessly into the first snow when my phone suddenly vibrated. Luo Yunqing had sent me two messages.
"If we can't find one, so be it. We can afford to raise them anyway."
Merry Christmas Eve, remember to come back early.
Below is a six-figure transfer record.
This time, Chen Zhao really wanted to call out "Mom".
Moved to tears, I turned around to go back and suddenly realized that a mala tang (spicy hot pot) restaurant on the street corner was still open.
As I opened the sliding door, a wave of mist rushed out.
There were quite a lot of people.
He took a plate, lined up to pick up food, and weighed it.
"What flavor does the handsome guy want?"
Just as Chen Zhao was about to speak, the person who had already left rushed back, "Add extra numbing and spicy, and remember to add extra peanut sauce, boss!"
After paying, the young man turned around with the receipt in his hand, his almond-shaped eyes sparkling.
The shopkeeper readily agreed, and after weighing the food, asked Chen Zhao, "And you, handsome?"
Chen Zhao: "Add more numbing and spicy flavor... and more peanut sauce."
"Hey? We have the same taste!"
Chen Zhao smiled amicably, took the meal number, and looked for a seat.
There were too many people in the store, so we had no choice but to share a table.
Two bowls of spicy hot pot drizzled with peanut sauce were brought over, and as soon as I looked up, I saw the young man from before sitting opposite me.
"What a coincidence!" The other person said familiarly, "Are you alone too?"
Chen Zhao nodded.
*
After that, he frequently went to that cheap and delicious mala tang restaurant.
Every time I meet a young person.
I didn't feel cold at all throughout the winter.
He thought he was going to come to like winter.
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Chen Zhao and Pei Nianchu are a younger man/older woman pairing.
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