A hint of doubt appeared on Wen Zhixia's face: "Aren't you Ningzhen's younger brother?"
She didn't know Ningzhen's brother's name, so she subconsciously used "brother" instead, which was probably not wrong.
To everyone's surprise, the younger brother in front of her suddenly broke into a bright, sunny smile. He clenched his fist and pressed it to his lips, his handsome eyes curving into crescent moons.
Wen Zhixia was somewhat puzzled by his laughter.
Shen Jiachen realized that Wen Zhixia had misunderstood. He suppressed his smile, but the smile in his eyes never faded. He said, "I am indeed Ningzhen's younger brother, but not the one who is in high school."
He extended his hand to Wen Zhixia in a gentlemanly manner: "Hello, my name is Shen Jiachen, I am also a student at A University, and I am a junior."
Wen Zhixia blinked. She found it strange that Ning Zhen's younger brother looked different from Ning Zhen, and he looked very tall and mature. It turned out that she had made a mistake.
Thinking of the words "younger brother" that she had just blurted out, Wen Zhixia felt her face burning.
She saw Shen Jiachen's hand outstretched in mid-air, hesitated for a few seconds, and reached out her hand as well. However, she only raised it halfway before realizing that her hand was very dirty.
Just as she was about to pull her hand back, Shen Jiachen moved even faster, grabbing her hand without any hesitation.
Her slightly cool fingers were warmed by the warmth of his palm.
Wen Zhixia blinked and shook his hand generously: "Hello, I'm Wen Zhixia, a sophomore."
Shen Jiachen released her hand: "I heard it from Sister Ningzhen yesterday."
Wen Zhixia nodded and went back to her busy work.
Wen Zhixia thought Shen Jiachen would leave directly, but unexpectedly he came in and helped her organize the raw materials.
The warehouse is connected to the kitchen and is not very big. With a trailer parked across the entrance, the space is even smaller.
It was fine for Wen Zhixia to stand alone inside, but with Shen Jiachen there, it felt like the two of them could bump into each other if they turned around.
She looked at Shen Jiachen and said, "I can do it myself, it's too much trouble for you."
"It's nothing." Shen Jiachen said as he neatly put down the coffee beans, "The person I'm waiting for hasn't arrived yet. I'm just killing time anyway. It's Ningzhen's shop, so it's no big deal for me to help out."
“…Okay.” Wen Zhixia thought to herself, this person is quite enthusiastic.
However, Wen Zhixia felt that she had heard the name Shen Jiachen somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it.
Never mind, Wen Zhixia continued working diligently. Even if she remembered hearing it somewhere before, they had no connection whatsoever.
However, with Shen Jiachen's help, it took much longer to sort out the raw materials today.
Wen Zhixia put the cart away and came out of the warehouse one after the other with Shen Jiachen. She washed her hands and changed into an apron.
Shen Jiachen was now very familiar with the place, and he slowly washed his hands. He watched as Wen Zhixia tied her apron and quickly went out to hand over her work.
I couldn't help but look up at the mirror above the sink.
He looked at his face. Was his appearance and condition today pretty good?
But Wen Zhixia doesn't seem to react much.
Shen Jiachen pursed his lips, shook the water droplets off his hands, and walked out of the kitchen.
The two people on the day shift knew him and greeted him.
When Wen Zhixia heard them greeting him, she turned to look at him again and nodded politely, which was also a way of greeting him.
Shen Jiachen nodded slightly and found a corner seat to sit down.
After he left, Wen Zhixia asked, "Does he come here often?"
The colleague on the day shift nodded: "He comes once or twice a month. It's been a long time since I've seen him. I asked Sister Ningzhen before, and she only said that he's a younger brother she grew up with, someone she knows from her family, or a cousin or something like that."
Wen Zhixia understood. Her colleague on the day shift added, "But he really is the most handsome person I've ever seen. Every time I see him, I'm always shocked by how handsome he is."
Another colleague nodded silently. Many people come and go from the coffee shop every day, but Shen Jiachen is truly the only one who's incredibly handsome; he's at a level where he could easily debut as a celebrity.
Wen Zhixia hummed in agreement, and couldn't help but look in Shen Jiachen's direction, but unexpectedly her gaze collided with his from afar.
Shen Jiachen seemed a little surprised, but quickly smiled at her again.
Wen Zhixia pursed her lips and quickly looked away, but in her heart she couldn't help but wonder, what was she feeling guilty about?
With her two colleagues from the day shift gone, Wen Zhixia's work officially began. The shop offered a wide variety of drinks, not just coffee, but also some caffeine-free beverages, which sold very well.
She was busy at first and didn't have time to pay attention to Shen Jiachen. When she finally had some free time, she looked at that corner and found that Shen Jiachen had already left.
Wen Zhixia slowly withdrew her gaze and focused her attention on her work.
Shen Jiachen was summoned away by the old man's phone call.
When Grandpa Shen heard that he had caught a cold, he said he was coming to see him and was already on his way. When he rushed home, Grandpa Shen and Shen Fang were already waiting at his door.
Shen Fang had already unlocked the door with the password.
A hint of annoyance flashed in Shen Jiachen's eyes. Apart from Jia Zhou, he had never told any member of the Shen family the password to his front door.
He suppressed his agitation, walked over, and gave Grandpa Shen a smile: "Grandpa."
He then looked at Chen Fang, and after thinking it over, he couldn't help but ask, "How did you know my password?"
Jia Zhou couldn't possibly have told Shen Fang his house password, so how did Shen Fang find out?
Shen Fang's face, which had been slightly smiling, darkened with displeasure upon hearing his words. He said, "So what if I, as your father, know your house password?"
Seeing that the father and son were about to start arguing, Old Master Shen quickly exclaimed and tapped the ground a few times with his cane: "Alright, let's go inside."
Shen Fang snorted, pushed open the half-closed door, and strode into the room.
Shen Jiachen's temples throbbed. Old Master Shen reached out and patted his arm, saying kindly, "Don't be angry with your father. He's just concerned about you."
Shen Jiachen simply managed a cold smile.
Concern? Does it mean eavesdropping on and following him and Jia Zhou?
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