Chapter 69 (Calling the Parents)
Hengxing ran out of the room, got on his electric scooter, and sped away.
A cool breeze brushed her face, but it couldn't dispel the heat. Glancing at the rearview mirror, she realized her face was still just as red.
Back at the cake shop, she went straight upstairs to take a shower.
Her father looked at her strangely, wanting to ask what was wrong, but there were many customers in the store and he couldn't leave.
Never mind, let's give the child some space.
In the bathroom, cold water gushed down from her head, but the desire hidden within her body was hard to suppress. She stared blankly at the tiles in front of her.
The tiles are so white, just like his chest...
Unable to bear it any longer, she couldn't help but reach down.
Half an hour later, Heng Xing lay on the bed with a holy light above his head, devoid of desires, the tips of his ears still red.
The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. What exactly did that man want to do?
*
Yu Nianqing opened the cake box. Since she couldn't finish it all by herself, she cut off three-quarters and put it in the refrigerator to eat slowly tomorrow.
The cake was exquisitely designed and beautiful. Hengxing's father is very skilled at making cakes, and the cake did not collapse at all, which shows that Hengxing protected it very well when he rode his electric scooter.
He scooped a spoonful of cream into his mouth and savored it. It wasn't sweet; it was rather light and highlighted the milky flavor.
Would Captain Heng like this flavor of cake?
Yu Nianqing remembered her taste.
She's like a sugar bowl.
Did she develop a sweet tooth after impersonating Si Yun?
He felt a pang of sympathy because he only craved sweets when life was tough.
Yu Nianqing checked and found that the morning reading time for senior high school students is 8:00 AM sharp.
Therefore, he set his alarm for seven o'clock and prepared to wait for her on the balcony.
Sure enough, at 7:10 a.m., a familiar little electric car sped past on the path under the mango tree.
In those brief few seconds, all he could see was the golden Alpha pursing his lips, refusing to look at him no matter what.
It's alright, he has plenty of time and patience.
*
"Xingxing, why are you waking up so early every day lately? Aren't you sleepy in class?"
The man looked at his daughter who was washing up and couldn't help but reach out and touch her head.
Hengxing made an excuse, "Last time I was late and was punished by the teacher. My hand was sore from copying the text."
She hopped on the electric scooter and headed down the familiar road.
For the past week, she has been trying to go to school at different times every day—sometimes at 7:30, sometimes at 7:00, and sometimes at 6:30. No matter when, he can always see her familiar figure on the balcony.
There are other routes to school, but taking a longer route wastes energy, so she felt that she should save energy and not waste it.
Sure enough, I saw that figure again today.
Then, as usual, speed up and drive past.
As if by some strange twist of fate, she slowed down slightly at the corner and glanced in the rearview mirror.
What happened to him?
You look so sad.
Hengxing suddenly felt a weight fall on her chest, and she felt somewhat unhappy, but she couldn't explain why.
"Hengxing, you've been so sleepy lately." Her deskmate woke her up before the second period.
This is a math class; you'll get scolded if you fall asleep.
"I wasn't sleeping today," Hengxing said, lifting her head.
Her deskmate laughed at her, "So what are you doing, contemplating life?"
She nodded seriously and asked, "I have a question for you. If you see others unhappy, you don't feel happy either. Why is that?"
“Emotions are contagious, maybe he affected you,” my deskmate said. “No, but when I’m unhappy, I don’t see you being sad with me.”
“That’s the point, isn’t it?” Hengxing took out yesterday’s test paper. “I don’t usually care what other people think. Let them do whatever they want. There will always be people in the world who are unhappy, but that can’t affect me.”
But now she's being affected. She's clearly very sleepy, but just as she's about to fall asleep, his slightly downturned mouth in the morning appears before her eyes.
Then I couldn't help but start wondering why he was unhappy.
Is it because she's ignoring him?
But it was clearly his own inappropriate attire that made things awkward for both of them. He must have been drinking that day; he wasn't thinking clearly.
Hengxing didn't realize that he was actively making excuses for others.
"So, he's special to you?" her deskmate asked curiously. "Who is he? Do you like him?"
"You're overthinking it," Heng Xing scoffed.
How could that be? A high school student who just turned eighteen and hasn't graduated yet falling in love with a recently divorced widow whose age is unknown is simply outrageous.
She was certain she didn't have that particular fetish.
After enduring the second math class, she slumped back onto her desk.
We can't go on like this anymore.
At this moment, the class monitor walked onto the podium with new information.
"Everyone, take a look. This weekend, our grade is going to have a two-day, one-night extracurricular activity at the B-side Star Planet next door. Here is the expense list. I'll hand it out for everyone to see."
"Hengxing, are you going?" her deskmate asked.
She didn't go to the last class team-building dinner.
Hengxing looked at the bill, which read "Total cost: 2000 star coins," the white paper crumpled under her fingers. "Let me take another look."
That being said, after school she went to the office to find her homeroom teacher and told her she didn't want to go.
The homeroom teacher earnestly told her that this was the last class activity and asked her to reconsider.
It means I disagree.
Hengxing didn't care; in the end, no one would force her to go if she didn't have to pay.
But before going to bed that night, her father came to her room.
"Xingxing, your homeroom teacher called me. He said you don't want to go on extracurricular activities. Why? Is there a classmate you don't like?"
Hengxing couldn't lie to him, so she lowered her eyes and leaned against the door frame. "No."
He reached out and straightened Hengxing's pajama collar. "Let's not be too withdrawn. Let's make more friends. We might not see each other again in the future."
"Xingxing, how about going out to play with your classmates?"
Hengxing replied sullenly, "Okay."
"I'll transfer the money to you, and you can pay it on Monday."
Heng Xing pressed down on his hand holding the terminal, "No need, I have money."
*
Yu Nianqing knew he had gone too far, and Heng Xing hadn't spoken to him for a week.
It scared her.
Late at night, he tossed and turned in bed, struggling with what to do next.
Should we order another cake from Hengxing's dad?
He guessed that Hengxing hadn't told her father about it.
But she definitely won't come in this time.
Should I buy a spaceship from her?
She must get a commission from selling spaceships; she seems to be short of money.
Thinking about this, Yu Nianqing was a little puzzled. Based on his observations this week, the cake shop was doing good business, and it was definitely more than enough to cover the living expenses of the father and daughter and Hengxing's tuition fees.
Why does she always look like her family is about to go bankrupt?
After much thought, he decided to go to the shipyard to find her tomorrow, which is Sunday.
If all else fails, apologize to her and say that you've been drinking and aren't sober.
The next morning, Yu Nianqing carefully tidied her hair and clothes and set off for the car repair shop.
He happened to be passing by a scrap metal recycling shop when he saw a dilapidated, old electric scooter parked in front of it.
"Boss, what's wrong with this car?"
"There's a problem with the energy interface."
Is it difficult to fix?
"It's alright."
Looking at the dilapidated little electric scooter, he had an idea.
*
It's Monday again. Hengxing is back to his previous routine, leaving home at 7:40.
I just can't take it anymore, I'm so tired every day.
When she arrived at the familiar mango tree, she twisted the handlebars, and the car and she flew off in a flash, but her fingers remained firmly on the brake, as if waiting for something she herself did not know.
"Hengxing!"
Upon hearing the sound, she immediately applied the brakes, and the rear wheels lifted off the ground before slowly descending.
She asked coldly, "What do you want?"
"Do you know how to fix electric bikes?" the other person asked anxiously. "My bike is broken, what should I do? I just moved here and don't know anyone. Can you help me?"
"No……"
Hengxing wanted to refuse, worried that the man would follow her again, dressed in revealing clothes.
It's been a week, and his fair, smooth thighs still appear in her dreams from time to time.
"If you fix it for me, I can pay you for the repair. Two thousand star coins, is that alright?"
Hengxing immediately parked the car on the side of the road. "Let me check on the car first."
*
At 9:00 AM sharp, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.
The math teacher packed up his books, stepped down from the podium, and patted Heng Xing's empty desk.
"What about Hengxing? He's getting more and more outrageous every week. Last week he was just late, but this week he's not coming at all, is he?"
"No, I'll go find your homeroom teacher now and get her parents' contact number."
Author's note: before,
Hengxing: I, Hengxing, would rather starve to death or jump off a building than fall in love with a widow who is ten years older than me.
after
Hengxing: It smells so good.jpg
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