Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 113 - 112 I’ll Wait for You to Grow Up

Chapter 113: Chapter 112 I’ll Wait for You to Grow Up

The moon finished its shift, and as the sun rose, the thoughts I’d been evading in the night came flooding back.

Lin Nianhe had dreamed all night of being both the real and the fake Lin Nianhe, as well as the mistress in an affair, leaving her exhausted in both body and soul.

She lingered in bed with her blanket for a while before getting up, having a bowl of porridge, and then taking out a sheet of waxed paper, wrapping up three jin of pork jerky.

Stuffing one hundred and eighty yuan into an envelope, Lin Nianhe placed both the wax paper package and the envelope back into the cloth pocket she had emptied the night before and headed out the door.

Having a bicycle was indeed convenient. She figured she could make it to the police station before Su Yuncheng started work, without delaying him.

As for what was on her mind... Lin Nianhe decided that no matter what, she had to get an answer.

Pushing her bicycle out the door, she passed the front yard just as Wang Shumei and Wen Lan were cooking.

"Hezi, where are you off to so early in the morning?"

"I’m heading to town." Lin Nianhe waved at them, distractedly asking, "Do you want me to bring you anything?"

"No need."

"I don’t need anything either... Hey, have you had breakfast?"

"I have."

"Oh, then take it easy."

"Mhm."

Lin Nianhe left the house with a full heart, thinking she might not be able to see that face she liked ever again, feeling a bittersweet sensation.

This sadness couldn’t be cheered up with just a hotpot.

At the very least, it would need an additional barbecue session.

...

After swapping shifts and departing from Nine-miles Team, Su Yuncheng’s mind unconsciously drifted towards the little house five miles away.

Should he go mooch another meal?

No, that’d make it seem like he was anxious for money.

But the distance was so short...

Su Yuncheng slowed down his bike, giving himself more time to hesitate.

Just as he decided to head back to town on an empty stomach, he saw the figure he had been thinking of all the way there.

In the morning glow, she furrowed her brows slightly, her lips pursed, as if making a difficult decision.

Lin Nianhe didn’t expect to see Su Yuncheng at the entrance to the village.

Her mind, already fuzzy, became even more muddled.

"Heading to town?"

"Mhm."

"Looking for me?"

"Mhm."

"Is this for me?"

"Mhm."

"..."

"Are you working on a case?"

"Mhm."

"Didn’t return all night?"

"Mhm."

"Haven’t had breakfast?"

"Mhm."

Six questions, six "mhm"s.

Then, they both fell silent.

Intuition told Su Yuncheng that Lin Nianhe was looking for him for more than just these questions.

Seeing her expression, it definitely wasn’t good news.

"You..."

"I still need to go to the office, I’ll take the stuff first," Su Yuncheng cut off Lin Nianhe, reaching out to take the cloth pocket from her bike basket, "It’s not very safe recently, don’t go into town."

Lin Nianhe: "Mhm."

Su Yuncheng left.

Lin Nianhe watched his retreating figure, and moments later she suddenly realized she hadn’t dealt with her pressing matter.

"Wait a second!"

The figure in the distance paused for a moment, then pedaled vigorously, shooting forward ten-odd meters.

Lin Nianhe quickly mounted her bike and chased after him, shouting, "Su Yuncheng! Stop! If you run, I’ll, I’ll... I’ll tell your dad that you bullied me!"

As the words left her mouth, Lin Nianhe herself felt ashamed.

She swore that if there were even a slight chance of catching up to Su Yuncheng, she wouldn’t resort to such a low move to threaten him.

Yet, such a low threat worked.

Su Yuncheng stopped his bike.

Lin Nianhe let out a sigh of relief, quickly caught up to him, and blocked his path with her bike, looking every bit like a lady hooligan holding up the road.

The sudden chase had Lin Nianhe panting slightly, her cheeks flushed with a rosy tinge.

She got off the bicycle, one hand resting on the handlebars of his bike, her little face tense as she stared into his eyes.

Su Yuncheng: "..."

’It seems she’s angry, but she’s so cute. Should I... lower my head and let her hit me?’

Just as Su Yuncheng was about to lower his head, Lin Nianhe asked him, "Buying me a bicycle, does it mean... you have other intentions?"

Su Yuncheng’s neck stiffened slightly, his gaze at her a bit complex.

Although he realized it late, he was still found out.

To admit or not to admit, that is the question.

Her clear eyes seemed to speak, seducing him to tell the truth.

Su Yuncheng slightly lowered his gaze, pursed his lips, and let out a low "hmm."

His voice wasn’t loud, sounding a bit guilty.

He admitted it!

Lin Nianhe annoyingly slapped her own head.

She could see the malice and scheming hidden in the hearts of others, yet she forgot what it should feel like to be liked.

Looking back now and reflecting on the content of those two hundred novels, it seems Su Yuncheng never even tried to hide it.

It was her who didn’t notice.

Su Yuncheng: "..."

Is she... really upset now?

At this moment, Lin Nianhe wasn’t trying to guess what Su Yuncheng was thinking; she lowered her gaze, kicking away a pebble at her feet.

"Su Yuncheng, was it love at first sight for you, or... have you been plotting this for a long time?"

She lowered her head slightly, not meeting his eyes. Her lightly trembling eyelashes shattered the orange-red sunlight.

She had to ask him clearly whether he liked the original person or her. It was a matter of principle, a bottom line, a prerequisite for the future.

Su Yuncheng looked at her, thoughtful as he began, "A long-standing plot—"

Lin Nianhe closed her eyes briefly.

Fine then, hot pot and barbecue at noon, plus a mousse cake.

After pondering for a moment, Su Yuncheng seriously shook his head: "It’s not like that."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Talking while gasping is a sickness, it needs to be cured!

"That time you were too young, and you didn’t say much. I remember once at Houhai, you and Little Fourth Sie were in a conflict with someone, seemed to be from the silk factory, right? You were chasing people down with a brick... At that time, I thought the Lin Family’s little sister was quite fierce... Not that, I mean, there’s nothing wrong with a girl being able to fight, it’s good to be strong, to not be bullied."

"Actually, when you were little, you were quite whimsical... Not that, I mean it’s normal for a little girl to be whimsical, Uncle Lin spoiled you, it’s okay."

"You used to... I’m not saying you were bad before, but I didn’t really notice you then."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Is he... demonstrating what it means to dig a hole and bury himself in it?

Luckily, Lin Nianhe was able to make sense of Su Yuncheng’s fragmented explanation—

When you were a child, you were whimsical and violent, I couldn’t be bothered to even look at you.

Had it been anyone else, they would have smacked him to death with a brick.

But, Lin Nianhe laughed.

Eating hot pot and barbecue at noon is too much of a hassle, a clear broth noodle is good enough.

Seeing her smile, Su Yuncheng’s tense heart relaxed a little.

A smile means she’s not angry, right?

He watched her face carefully, tentatively asking, "Then you..."

"What about me, I’m only seventeen," Lin Nianhe said with a smile, her lips pursed. "Let’s talk about it when I’m older."

The novels say that dating is all about back-and-forth tugging, confessions, rejections, more confessions, more rejections, arguments, misunderstandings, thawing grievances, and...

Thinking about it, it’s such a bother, maybe it’s better not to date at all. For the sake of a pretty face, it seems hardly worth it.

Lin Nianhe’s already scarce urge for romance was about to be shattered by her own imagination.

"Hmm, alright, I’ll wait for you to grow up."

His low and gentle male voice carried pleasure, like a soft feather, landing in Lin Nianhe’s heart.

Men mislead with their looks, their voices linger and entice.

Inside Comrade Xiao Lin’s heart, the little deer began to leap.

She lowered her head, swung back onto the bicycle, and mumbled an incoherent "hmm."

"Then, then I’ll go back first."

She refused to meet his eyes, as if afraid to fall into this big trouble.

A hand with distinct knuckles pressed down on her handlebars.

Lin Nianhe looked up, crashing into Su Yuncheng’s eyes.

"Hungry, got breakfast?"

He asked.