Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 120 - 119: Involvement in Some Old Grudges

Chapter 120: Chapter 119: Involvement in Some Old Grudges

"Big sister, are you sure this will work? These two are fine, but the one who left... I always feel like he can see through everything, it makes me nervous. Nevermind, I’ll take it, in the future you take care of yourself and look after my sister-in-law and..."

"Alright, stop nagging, you don’t have to worry about that guy, Nianhe will definitely be able to handle him."

"But he doesn’t seem the type to be bought..."

"Bought? Just watch for yourself."

Wang Shumei glanced over Qian Guozhu’s shoulder.

There, a lady’s 26-inch bicycle slowly approached.

The cyclist was very careful, trying to avoid the potholes on the road, and wasn’t riding fast. His tall figure hid the girl on the back seat, from afar, one could only see a pair of small legs swinging.

The wind passed by but couldn’t lift the man’s coat hem, as it was grasped by a pair of clean white hands.

Qian Guozhu’s old face blushed.

It seemed like he understood what his big sister meant.

Beside him, Wang Shumei pursed her lips and chuckled lowly.

She remembered what Lin Nianhe had told her a few days ago by the river: The word on the street is tight recently, let’s take a break this month, we don’t want any trouble.

Wang Shumei herself had been caught by Su Yuncheng, without much hesitation she had agreed, and had used the brigade’s phone to call Qian Guozhu’s unit, subtly conveying the decision.

And by today, Li Dahe had come early in the morning to urge them to haul bricks, but Lin Nianhe kept coming up with one thing after another, dragging it out until the afternoon before setting off.

Wang Shumei initially thought that Lin Nianhe was considerate of her, taking this opportunity to let her meet Qian Guozhu.

Not until she saw that melee.

Connecting all the events together, Wang Shumei thought, Lin Nianhe must have learned something from Su Yuncheng’s mouth, coordinating with them in capturing someone.

That’s why she hinted to Qian Guozhu to adamantly deny knowing anything about the apple.

She trusted Lin Nianhe, completely trusted her.

The bike drew nearer, and Su Yuncheng propped a foot on the ground, stopping the bike.

Lin Nianhe jumped off the back seat and handed her bag over to him: "I brought some buns, take some to your friends, don’t go hungry."

Su Yuncheng saw her bulging bag and couldn’t help but smile at the corners of his mouth.

He took three buns, and told her, "Find a place away from the wind to eat, be careful of stomach aches."

"Okay."

Lin Nianhe cheerfully agreed, turned around to find Wang Shumei, and continued to distribute buns.

Wang Shumei and Wen Lan did not decline, whereas Qian Guozhu felt somewhat embarrassed, insisting he had dry food in his vehicle, and only quieted down after Wang Shumei stuffs the bun into his mouth.

As for Zhao Zhuangshi, he was very self-aware and didn’t even move forward.

"Here."

A plump white bun appeared in front of Zhao Zhuangshi.

Lin Nianhe, chewing on a bun in her other hand, mumbled, "It won’t fill you up, but it’s something to tide you over."

Zhao Zhuangshi was slightly bewildered and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, asking, "For me?"

"What else?" Lin Nianhe extended the bun towards him again, "Here."

Zhao Zhuangshi was stunned for a moment, then twice wiped his hands on his clothes before taking the bun.

Looking at the bun in his hand, he suddenly felt like he had gained some status—this fight was worth it! Not only did he get money, but he also got a bun!

Zhao Zhuangshi grinned from ear to ear, happily tucking the bun into his chest.

Lin Nianhe, watching his action, couldn’t help but wonder, "So why did you wipe your hands just now?"

Zhao Zhuangshi: "..."

Lin Nianhe asked further, "Aren’t you hungry?"

Zhao Zhuangshi, with his sunken stomach, lied blatantly, "Not hungry."

Lin Nianhe faintly heard his stomach growling but she didn’t insist further and turned back to sit with Wang Shumei and Wen Lan in a row, facing the messy scene opposite, munching on their buns.

Over there, Feng Wei took the steamed bun, grinning with a silly smile.

Zhou Xu glanced at him and sighed, "Sister-in-law’s cooking skills are really good, these steamed buns are even better than what the State-Owned Restaurant makes..."

The plump kid, blessed with a moment of lucidity, immediately chimed in, "That’s right, that’s right, sister-in-law is amazing. Not only can she steam buns, but she can also swing a brick!"

Zhou Xu: "..."

This Chinese New Year, he’d definitely persuade Fatty Feng to go kowtow to Brother Cheng.

The grace of not killing is the greatest grace of all!

Zhou Xu thought he was about to witness a battle even more spectacular than the one before, but Su Yuncheng didn’t say a word.

He calmly finished eating his steamed bun, and only after seeing Feng Wei start sucking on his fingers did he say, "Go fix the truck."

"Ah?" Feng Wei was dumbfounded.

Wasn’t his face colorful enough? Shouldn’t fixing the truck be something they wait for reinforcements before doing?

Of course, they could, but Su Yuncheng didn’t want to.

His reason was indisputable: "Nobody here can die, so get the truck fixed and send them to the health center as soon as possible."

Feng Wei wanted to cry but had no tears.

If it’s so urgent, why wait until after eating buns to get to work?

If it’s so urgent, why aren’t you lending a hand?

Qian Guozhu and Sun ManCang wanted to help, but Su Yuncheng stopped them, "Gentlemen, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Then he took them aside to discuss the matter of borrowing the truck.

Qian Guozhu readily agreed, pointing at the sweaty Feng Wei, "Then I’ll go fix the truck."

"You don’t have to, he’s capable," Su Yuncheng said without even turning his head, continuing to ask other detailed questions, clearly not wanting him to help.

Feng Wei wiped his sweat and looked plaintively at Zhou Xu, "Xuzi, why are you just standing there? Help me out!"

Zhou Xu was leisurely leaning against the truck, pointing at the pile of zongzi on the ground, "With so many people, we’ve got to keep an eye on them. What if they run off? Fatty, you’re not a kid anymore; you can’t always rely on your father."

"Scram!"

While they were bickering, Li Dahe and Li Xiaoshan arrived, father and son pedaling furiously on their bike.

"How are you guys?" Without waiting for the bike to come to a complete stop, Li Dahe jumped off from the back seat, stumbling and stabilizing himself in front of Lin Nianhe and the other two.

Lin Nianhe nodded, "We’re fine, just some broken bricks."

Seeing that none of the three seemed hurt, Li Dahe glanced at the broken bricks on the ground, muttering reassuringly to himself, "It’s good that no one’s hurt, it’s good that no one’s hurt... Hey, Zhuangshi, what happened to you? Did you get involved too?"

Zhuangshi stood tall, feeling proud of his performance in the fight he’d just had, "Uh-huh!"

"That goddamn little bastard, all you know is fighting day in and day out!" Li Dahe didn’t bother asking what had happened before he kicked out, "Troublemaker, always causing trouble! Look at the mess you’ve made..."

"Hey! Uncle Li, what the heck? This time it’s not... Ouch!"

Li Dahe’s leg skills were well-known to everyone there, and for a moment, no one dared to intervene.

Wang Shumei whispered, "Uncle Team Leader kicked much harder this time than he did with Wang Dong."

"Wang Dong was just being a pest, but Zhuangshi this time..." Lin Nianhe mused thoughtfully.

Wen Lan curiously asked, "What’s the deal with Zhuangshi?"

Lin Nianhe’s lips curled into a smile, affirming, "With Zhuangshi... I guess Uncle Team Leader has been wanting to kick him for a while now, probably bearing some old grudges."

"Should we tell Uncle Team Leader the truth?"

"Sure, you go and stop him."

"..."

"I heard that holding in anger is bad for the health; it’s good for Uncle Team Leader to vent a little."

"Yep, I think Zhuangshi can hold on for a bit longer."

"I think so too."

"It’s all for Uncle Team Leader’s health!"