A man named Su Yan circled around her.
Once the person involved left, the crowd that had gathered to watch the excitement dispersed like a receding tide.
A young man slowly walked out of the crowd.
The young man looked about eighteen or nineteen, with dyed blonde hair, dressed fashionably, and seemed to have the aura of a sunny young man.
“Yan Ge…”
Chang Yue scratched his face, with an awkward smile on his face: “Are you okay?”
Su Yan twitched the corner of his mouth.
He slapped Chang Yue on the head and said irritably, “Are you blind? Did you bump into her?”
“I didn’t see her.”
Chang Yue mumbled softly: “How about when she comes back, I apologize to her?”
Su Yan sneered: “Do you enjoy being scolded?”
Chang Yue changed the topic: “Hey, don’t you think that girl is quite pretty?”
Su Yan paused for a few seconds, the image of the girl’s startled doe-like eyes and her flushed cheeks due to embarrassment surfacing in his mind.
“Didn’t notice.”
“You’ve become invincible, Yan Ge. Ahem, so what did she come for?”
“To deliver coffee.”
“Is that all?”
“What else? Is she supposed to be the mother of my future child?”
Chang Yue sighed in frustration.
“Yan Ge, your perspective just isn’t good. You should have made her wash your clothes, add her on WeChat, and then…”
“Enough, stop chattering.”
Su Yan was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and threw his coat at him: “I’m waiting for the coffee, go wash my clothes.”
“Oh…”
Chang Yue replied weakly, suddenly chuckling: “Yan Ge, why don’t you try to develop something?”
In their group, Su Yan was the only one who remained single for ages. They had all agreed that whoever could help Su Yan find a partner would receive a huge reward.
Su Yan squinted at him.
“Yan Ge, I was wrong…” Chang Yue quickly admitted defeat, hugging the clothes and slipping away.
“Chicken.”
Su Yan watched his teammate’s back, shaking his head, and couldn’t help but wonder if this group of newbies was getting more arrogant lately?
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I am a pigeon: Feeling bad.
Simai Lu: What happened?
I am a pigeon: The pain of the ancestors, not to be spoken of to the son.
Simai Lu: Then I won’t listen.
I am a pigeon: Alright, actually I messed up my job.
In the evening.
Jiang Zhi returned home and collapsed on the sofa in a lazy position.
“Hey~”
Qian Qian, who was watching TV beside her, looked over: “Mom, what’s wrong?”
“Mom seems to have made a mistake.”
“Ah?!”
Qian Qian suddenly shivered, anxiously tugging at Jiang Zhi’s clothes: “Is Mom going to be taken away by the Police Uncle?!”
“You child…”
Jiang Zhi didn’t expect her daughter’s thoughts to leap so far. Just as she was about to explain, she suddenly felt a bit playful: “Then if Mom gets taken by the police, what should Qian Qian do?”
“Um…”
Qian Qian bit her finger, a lightbulb going off in her head, her brows relaxing: “Got it! Mom doesn’t need to worry; Qian Qian can find Dad!”
“Your dad?”
“Yeah, Dad said before that he would protect Mom and Qian Qian for a lifetime.”
“Uh…”
Jiang Zhi was taken aback, burying her head in the pillow. After a while, she gloomily said, “Then your dad is quite impressive.”
Hmph, who can’t boast?
Afraid that Qian Qian might say something else related to her father, Jiang Zhi casually brushed her off, sending her back to watch television.
She refocused her attention on her phone.
Simai Lu: Seems like a cat.
I am a pigeon: Not updating today.
Simai Lu: Wrong, Dad.
Jiang Zhi couldn’t help but smile. For someone like Simai Lu, she could easily handle him.
Simai Lu: Then I won’t take you out in the future.
I am a pigeon: …Wrong, Dad.
It’s no wonder they could be long-term online friends; in some aspects, their shamelessness was simply identical. As they say, these two are practically developing a couple’s vibe.
I am a pigeon: Are you playing games?
Simai Lu: No, watching a movie.
I am a pigeon: Date over 4000+.
Simai Lu: Just date, you’ll be anxious if you can’t.
Who’s anxious?!
I have also been on dates, alright!
Jiang Zhi was grinding her teeth in anger, but thinking that she really had no authority to speak on this matter and could even get counterattacked by Simai Lu, she tactfully changed the subject.
I am a pigeon: What are you watching?
Simai Lu: Gundam.
Gundam?
She seemed to have heard something about a new Gundam movie recently hitting theaters.
Jiang Zhi considered herself almost a part of the second dimension; she remembered that this Gundam was being produced by a certain rebellious producer.
Rebel!
A ghost, a ghost named Hideaki Anno swirling in the air!
Jiang Zhi felt sympathy for Gundam fans, just like there was a man named Su Yan who was constantly circling around her.
But soon she noticed a red flag.
I am a pigeon: You’re taking a girl to watch Gundam on a date?!
Simai Lu: She likes it.
I am a pigeon: Is there really a girl? Don’t pull your brother into your own deception.
Simai Lu: Not talking; the movie is starting.
Win!
You think you can compete with me?
I see through you! You, just like me, are a nobody!
Jiang Zhi thought to herself, damaging herself while trying to hurt the enemy.
“Click!”
Suddenly, the living room quieted down. Jiang Zhi looked up and saw Qian Qian turning off the TV and bouncing towards a room.
That room was one she had prepared for Qian Qian to put her toys in.
But this little girl had recently been doing something in there, often locking herself inside at this time and coming out only when it was time to sleep.
Jiang Zhi followed her curiously.
“Wait.”
She grabbed the little girl by the neck, peeking into the room: “What do you do in there every day?”
“Hey, can’t look! Can’t look!”
Qian Qian escaped Jiang Zhi’s grasp and stood in front of the door like a little cat guarding its food, her little hands stretched wide in a “big” gesture, determined to protect her territory.
“Mom can’t go in; it’s a surprise for Mom!”
“Surprise?”
Jiang Zhi was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting that kind of answer.
Is it still called a surprise if you say it out loud?
“Exactly.”
Qian Qian raised her little face, her cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish: “If the surprise is known, then it’s not a surprise anymore, so Mom can’t come in!”
“…Alright?”
Jiang Zhi scrutinized her, and seeing the little girl’s serious expression, she didn’t know why, but suddenly found it funny.
“Then you go in.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle, not taking it too seriously.
What kind of surprise can a six-year-old prepare? At most some handmade paper cutting, right?
But she still felt quite touched.
“Then you…”
Catching a glimpse of the little girl’s bare feet, Jiang Zhi’s expression darkened: “Su Ziqian, how many times have I told you to wear slippers at home!”
“Hey, Mom, you talk too much.”
Qian Qian swiftly dashed into the room, her voice coming through the door: “See you when Mom goes to sleep!”
This child… Really has you suffering when she’s sick.
Jiang Zhi shook her head helplessly.
Returning to the sofa, she lay down. She really didn’t want to write today and, feeling bored, started scrolling through some videos.
But her mind kept drifting back to how she had just scolded Qian Qian.
It wasn’t that she felt particularly guilty; it was just that something felt off, and upon reflecting, there was a strange sense of emptiness.
So what was this for her?
Clearly, she hadn’t adapted to the identity of a woman, yet she already looked like a mother?
Ha!
Jiang Zhi felt lifeless.
