Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 181 - 180: First, we eliminate the correct answer

Chapter 181: Chapter 180: First, we eliminate the correct answer

Bai Bo took a couple of drags of his cigarette, finally subduing the excitement in his heart.

He waved to Laosan, whispering, "The goods from Lan County are in, that fabric."

Laosan was stunned for a moment, his eyes lighting up, "Big brother, this stuff is top-notch, even we can’t get it with our connections to the textile factory!"

Though Bai Bo was reluctant to admit his connections were inferior to Lin Nianhe’s, he nodded his head.

He said, "Come, take a seat, let’s figure out where she got hold of this rare commodity."

Laosan dragged a stool over to sit opposite him, his gaze burning intensely.

Bai Bo took two cigarettes out, offering one to Laosan.

Lighting his cigarette with the match Laosan provided, Bai Bo exhaled a puff of smoke and said pensively, "First off, we can rule out the possibility that she conjured up the goods herself."

Laosan expressed strong agreement, nodding vigorously, "Right, she’s no magician."

"Secondly," Bai Bo glanced outside, "it’s definitely not merchandise that came from our side. That sought-after stuff— who would dare allocate any to her?"

"Big brother is right." Laosan continued to nod, "It’s too conspicuous; impossible."

"Mhm." Bai Bo was pleased with Laosan’s approval, and he glanced northward, lowering his voice a bit more, "I reckon, it couldn’t have come via the northern railway. We would have caught wind of anything happening there."

"Then..." Laosan furrowed his brows, "there are no other routes, are there? Should I go check it out, just in case she’s really a magician?"

"We’ve already established that as impossible."

Bai Bo was certain of the first possibility he had dismissed.

He waved his cigarette-holding hand, a slow grin forming on his lips, "We’ve been thinking about this all wrong from the start—she stepped forward that day, just to protect Qian Guozhu."

"That’s just a courier, right? Does it warrant all that?" Laosan failed to understand.

A gleam of wisdom flickered in Bai Bo’s eyes, "What if her stuff is coming from Bohai Bay? Don’t forget, Qian Guozhu’s family is from Liao Province!"

Laosan’s realization came like a bolt of lightning, and he slapped his thigh, "Good lord, big brother, it’s your smarts that do the job!"

Bai Bo snuffed out his cigarette, dismissively waving his hand as he continued to showcase his sharp intellect, "Not just that, you’ve heard the reports from Wu Genmao these past few days too, right? Notice anything particular?"

Laosan really was quite perceptive. Seeing his big brother’s confident demeanor, he smartly chose to play dumb, "No? Didn’t they just say what they ate all day?"

Bai Bo crossed his legs, lighting another cigarette, "Laosan, when things come up, you gotta think hard... Did you notice? Lin Nianhe is always hanging around the primary school of their team."

This Laosan truly hadn’t noticed, and he asked blankly, "Didn’t they say she’s a primary school teacher? It’d be normal for her to be around the school, wouldn’t it?"

"Are you slow-witted?" Bai Bo gave him a sideways glance, "It’s holiday time now, she’s not teaching!"

"Right." Laosan furrowed his brows in thought, "Then what’s she up to?"

Tapping the table, Bai Bo said to Laosan, "I always feel that school has an unusual connection with her. How long has she been here in the countryside, and yet she’s already a teacher?"

"Mhm..."

"Laosan, go and do some digging. I need to know how she became a teacher."

"Alright!"

Laosan was a man of action. He agreed to it and left.

Bai Bo took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, reaching for another cigarette.

Before he could put the cigarette in his mouth, the cold snort of Zheng Lirong came from behind him.

Impatience flashed through Bai Bo’s eyes, but a flattering smile hung on his face as he turned around, "Wifey, what’s up?"

Zheng Lirong glanced at him, frowning, "Don’t forget, Lin Nianhe saved your son. Don’t be ungrateful."

"No, no," Bai Bo stood up, discarding his cigarette and eagerly supporting Zheng Lirong’s arm, "Wife, I’m only doing this to prevent any business mistakes. No matter what, I cannot lay a finger on her, rest assured."

"Mm."

Zheng Lirong silently shook off his hand and walked away with Bai Xiaojun’s dirty clothes.

Bai Bo watched her receding figure and lifted his hand to touch the corner of his mouth.

...

"Don’t worry about it, Brother Zhou, it’s just the misunderstanding from before, when I helped Principal Wu collect scrap fabric from the textile factory. They thought I had some connection with the factory, so they were in a hurry to report it."

Lin Nianhe replied with a slight smile, her answer sensible and reasonable.

Zhou Xu breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "Why didn’t they come last night?"

"Didn’t Brother Feng tell you? Oh right, he didn’t know either," Lin Nianhe tapped her forehead lightly, "Our principal has adopted Niuwa, the little grandson of Uncle Niu from the Nine-miles Team. We were busy with this last night, so their return was delayed."

"So that’s what happened," Zhou Xu finally put his mind at ease, "I thought something had happened."

"It’s nothing," Lin Nianhe said with a light laugh, "I’ve got my eye on them; they won’t be able to cause any waves."

Zhou Xu spoke seriously, "Sister Lin, you mustn’t take it lightly. No matter what, your personal safety comes first."

"Sure, you too."

Lin Nianhe’s smile brightened, dazzling Zhou Xu so much that he felt abashed to look at her longer; he hastily took his leave to continue delivering letters.

After watching him go, Lin Nianhe patted her chest and then turned to walk into the school.

Fortunately, her timing was not too far off. If those two had finished their work at midnight and returned to the Victory Team to sleep before heading to town... Who knows, they could have overslept, and Zhou Xu would have run into them.

What Wu Genmao might report, Lin Nianhe knew without even thinking.

She also knew that if those words reached Su Yuncheng’s ears... she would see him at the latest by tomorrow.

And this reunion would not be a pleasant one.

Luckily, there was the excuse of Principal Wu collecting fabric scraps; otherwise, she really wouldn’t have a good explanation.

Lin Nianhe thought for a moment, then ran to Principal Wu and earnestly offered, "Principal, can I help you with some work?"

Principal Wu was making new shoes for Niuwa and without lifting his head, he responded, "Step aside, you’re blocking the light."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

As Principal Wu sewed the shoe sole, he caught a glimpse of her still standing by his side and said, "If you’ve got nothing to do, go help Xiao Hai and the others with the sowing."

Lin Nianhe looked up at the sky: "I suddenly remember I didn’t finish two math problems yesterday. Principal, you carry on, I’m off!"

Principal Wu chuckled and shouted after her retreating figure, "Go tidy up the books."

"Alright!"

Lin Nianhe turned on her heels and ran into the classroom.

Second Uncle Li had just delivered the bookshelves last night, one for each classroom; they needed to sort out the extracurricular books appropriate for each grade level.

As she entered the first-grade classroom, she saw Niuwa kneeling on the stool, carefully flipping through a comic book.

Hearing the footsteps, he became a bit flustered, quickly put down the book, and looked up at Sister Lin with a timid voice: "Sister Lin, I’ve finished sweeping the floor, I... I was just looking... I didn’t damage it..."

He said this as he put the comic book back in its place, even taking care to align the corners.

The little fellow got off the stool and picked up the broom that was taller than him.

"I’ll go sweep the yard again."

He murmured.