Chapter 289 Fate
Wen Shuqiao stared at those words, and for some reason, his emotions suddenly surged.
It appeared without any warning and out of nowhere.
In my previous life, in an orphanage, the director would give out New Year’s money every year. It was usually two dollars, which I could use as I pleased to buy whatever I wanted.
For a child without a father or a mother, these two dollars of New Year's money can be considered a luxury.
At that time, two dollars could buy them a handful of candies, two pens, or they could save them and wait for the day when the money would add up to a lot.
However, the custom of giving out lucky money was only practiced for a few years. Later, as the orphanage adopted more children, the custom of giving out lucky money was naturally abolished.
Besides, she has grown up and doesn't need lucky money anymore.
But she didn't expect that in her first New Year in this world, she would receive a thick stack of New Year's money.
This feeling is complicated and hard to describe.
Cancan was originally very happy, but looking at her aunt's expression, she reached out and touched her face worriedly: "Aunt, what's wrong with you?"
He leaned over, put his face against hers, and asked with concern: "Aunt, why are you unhappy?"
Wen Shuqiao came out of that emotion. She leaned slightly to the side and hugged him in her arms: "Auntie is not unhappy. Auntie is very happy, but she forgot to prepare a red envelope for uncle."
"So that's what you're worried about!" Cancan was relieved. He said, "My uncle said that he is the oldest among the three of us. You and I are just children. Adults are supposed to give New Year's money to children!"
Wen Shuqiao pinched his ear and asked, "Did your uncle say that or did you say that?"
"Of course it's my uncle!" Cancan put his chubby arm on Wen Shuqiao's collarbone, hugged her neck, and whispered in her ear: "I'll thank my uncle for you, hehe."
When my uncle took it out, he thanked me!
Wen Shuqiao felt soft-hearted. She placed the red envelope on the bedside table, and then whispered in Cancan's ear: "Then I also thank the baby. Now I want to send a message to my uncle."
Cancan sat next to her and watched Wen Shuqiao open Shen Jiazhou's WeChat, quickly typing a few words on the screen and sending them.
*
After taking a shower and drying his hair, Shen Jiazhou applied some "preservative" on his face before throwing off the quilt and lying down.
She picked up the phone beside her, intending to see if Gu Xingyuan had replied to her message, but she saw that Wen Shuqiao had sent her a message fifteen minutes ago.
[Wen Shuqiao: Thank you Mr. Shen~ I wish you a happy new year and great fortune! ]
Shen Jiazhou poked the message with his finger, and didn't even realize that the corners of his mouth were curled up.
He replied: [You are welcome, little Shu Qiao. I am an adult and I should do this.]
Wen Shuqiao didn't answer, and it was unclear whether he had gone to bed or not. It was already very late.
Shen Jiazhou stared at the interface between the two for a long time before finally exiting the dialog box and swiping down. Gu Xingyuan also replied.
[Shen Jiazhou: What do you think of my temper? ]
【Gu Xingyuan: Poor.】
The expression on Shen Jiazhou's face instantly retreated, and he replied coldly with a question mark.
This time, Gu Xingyuan also answered quickly: [Super bad. ]
Shen Jiazhou: ...
Blocked.
What kind of person is this? He's like a psychopath! What's wrong with his temper?
Shen Jiazhou exited WeChat expressionlessly, and the next second, Gu Xingyuan called.
Shen Jiazhou hung up without thinking, but soon Gu Xingyuan called again, and he looked like he would not give up until he answered.
Today is New Year's Eve and Shen Jiazhou is in a good mood. After thinking for a moment, he feels that he should be more tolerant towards Gu Xingyuan.
So he picked up the phone.
As soon as the call was connected, Gu Xingyuan said, "No way, buddy, didn't you ask it yourself? Aren't you allowed to tell the truth?"
Shen Jiazhou said: "Nervous."
"You're not crazy." Gu Xingyuan cursed, "Why are you asking me if I have a good temper for no reason? What's wrong? Who said anything about you? The key is that you actually took it to heart!"
It is true that if you live long enough, you can see everything. In front, there is Shen Jiazhou who spreads his feathers like a peacock, and in the back, there is Shen Jiazhou who cares so much.
Shen Jiazhou coughed lightly, thinking about whether to speak.
Gu Xingyuan said on the other end of the phone: "What are you hesitating about? If you have something to say, come on, I'm in a hurry to video chat with Mingxue."
"Vulgar." Shen Jiazhou said, "How could Yu Mingxue like you with such a mouth?"
"Haha, it's much better than your mouth. Girls like sweet words. What do you, a straight man, know?" Gu Xingyuan wanted to roll his eyes, but then he remembered that Shen Jiazhou couldn't see, so he retracted his eyes and continued: "Are you okay? If not, I'm hanging up."
Shen Jiazhou's tone was a little light, and he was a little embarrassed: "Nothing, I just flipped the table today, and when I told Shu Qiao about it, I felt that my temper was a little bad."
"Oh, oh, oh." Gu Xingyuan was puzzled: "Isn't the table in the old house custom-made from Balau wood? How did you lift it, strong man?"
Shen Jiazhou pursed his lips a little, but he didn't hide his feelings: "It's just that the tablecloth is torn."
"Awesome." Gu Xingyuan commented: "It should have been revealed long ago."
At this point, Gu Xingyuan felt something was wrong: "What did you say later?"
How did he hear Shu Qiao's name?
"..." Shen Jiazhou said: "Go away."
He answered the call in vain.
Just as I was about to hang up the phone, I heard Gu Xingyuan say, "You said you have a good temper, haha."
But even though he was complaining, Gu Xingyuan still said, "Shu Qiao is not an unreasonable person. If you explain it to her, she will definitely not misunderstand you. Don't worry."
Shen Jiazhou thought about it and said, "She was just a little surprised that I flipped the table once."
"Normal thinking." Gu Xingyuan commented: "Why are you so depressed? Shu Qiao said this because he feels sorry for you being sucked dry by the Shen family."
Yeah?
The corners of Shen Jiazhou's lips, which were originally pursed, curled up slightly.
Gu Xingyuan said, "Don't worry, Shu Qiao is not such an unreasonable person. Just say whatever you want to say. Don't make guesses about what you want to say when you two are living together. It's so boring."
Shen Jiazhou hummed at first, but quickly added: "We are here because of Cancan, and we usually say whatever we want."
There's nothing going on between him and Shuqiao now, so don't ruin his reputation for no reason.
It's hard to judge. Gu Xingyuan began to get annoyed. He hummed and said, "Is there anything else? If nothing else, I'll hang up. I'm still waiting to call Mingxue."
"It's alright." Shen Jiazhou said, "Hang up."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Jiazhou felt much better and removed Gu Xingyuan from the blacklist.
【Gu Xingyuan: Oh, by the way, don’t be like a clam that won’t open even if you pry it open. Be a little sweeter and don’t be like a fickle guy. Otherwise, you’ll end up ruining your good fortune.】
[Gu Xingyuan: I’m talking about the fate that brought you together because of Cancan, don’t misunderstand my brother/smile]
I always feel that Gu Xingyuan is a little lacking.
But Shen Jiazhou still kept his words in mind.
Shrinking back into the quilt, Shen Jiazhou tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so he simply opened the photo album again to check out the video he had taken downstairs.
Wen Shuqiao and Cancan suddenly walked into his camera. He didn't notice them throughout the afternoon. It turned out that they both had smiles on their faces the whole time.
Just kept smiling and looking at him.
Shen Jiazhou's heart was pounding. He buried his head in the quilt, revealing a red ear.
After waiting for a while, Shen Jiazhou couldn't help but read it again. He didn't know how long he read it, but he became more and more energetic.
He slid his finger down and found that Cancan had taken a lot of photos with his phone. They were either selfies of him or photos of milk and cake, but sometimes she would also include one of Wen Shuqiao's hands or one of her feet, but she was never fully in the photo.
Shen Jiazhou kept sliding back, but stopped after sliding to a video.
The cover still had Cancan’s face, but he had never read the content and had no idea about it.
Shen Jiazhou glanced at the time of the shooting, December 31st. He tried hard to recall that it seemed that he had accidentally drunk strong liquor that day. After returning home, Cancan probably took his phone away to play with it.
However, he had never watched this video. Shen Jiazhou clicked the play button. Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to see what kind of fashion blockbuster this bad boy had shot.
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