Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 270 - 269: Sister, Sister

Chapter 270: Chapter 269: Sister, Sister

Wang Shumei, believed it.

"Oh, I get it, sweaters need to be knitted with fine yarn in stockinette stitch, right? But that’s way too troublesome, only you would have the patience for that."

Su Yuncheng, also believed it.

"You’re not in good health to begin with, so you should do less of these strenuous tasks in the future. If you like...next time you can tell me how, and I’ll do it."

Lin Nianhe, was stunned.

What’s wrong with these two?!

They actually believe that?!

It wasn’t until they left the clinic and Su Yuncheng took them to the State-Owned Restaurant that Wang Shumei clarified Lin Nianhe’s confusion while he was away ordering food.

"Good thing I reacted quickly, if this were Xiao Lan, she would have directly called out your nonsense," Wang Shumei pinched Lin Nianhe’s collar and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "You got this from outside, didn’t you? Is there more? It looks so warm, I want to get a set for Xiaoxiao."

Lin Nianhe, looking at the Dihua’s Sister Shumei with a stiff smile: "You...guessed it?"

"Nonsense, who could come up with the method you described?"

Lin Nianhe licked her lips: "Then why did you agree..."

"If I didn’t say it could be done, how would you explain to him?" Wang Shumei said, glancing in Su Yuncheng’s direction.

"Ah, I see."

There’s no way Su Yuncheng could knit sweaters, and he wouldn’t know if Lin Nianhe’s made-up nonsense was feasible. Since Wang Shumei said it was possible, he naturally wouldn’t think too much about it.

Wang Shumei elbowed Lin Nianhe: "Tell me, how do you plan to thank me for this?"

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

"Would I have said that if you hadn’t asked?"

"You are the instigator! And you have the nerve to ask for my thanks?"

"Sister Shumei, don’t you feel a pinch of conscience?"

Wang Shumei: "..."

How can she...oh, this is Lin Nianhe, so it makes sense. It very much makes sense.

Seeing Sister Shumei’s look as if she wanted to go down with her, Lin Nianhe wisely changed the subject: "We don’t have it now, but if you want, I can talk to them and bring some next time."

"Okay, good." The murderous look in Wang Shumei’s eyes dissipated, "Get a size bigger, Xiaoxiao still has to grow."

"Sure." Lin Nianhe professionally advised, "You can’t wear this outside, it’ll cause trouble if people see it."

"Got it, I know." Wang Shumei nodded, "I just feel this fuzzy stuff must be warm, Xiaoxiao has always been afraid of the cold, even wearing it under a cotton-padded coat is fine."

Each time Wang Shumei talked about her sister, it was as if her worry was endless, exemplifying the phrase "elder sister as a mother" to its fullest.

Lin Nianhe turned to look at her and said, "Xiaoxiao is truly lucky to have a sister like you."

Wang Shumei saw the envy in her eyes, stretched out her hand, and pinched her face saying, "Come on, call me sister, and I’ll let you experience Xiaoxiao’s happiness too."

Lin Nianhe: "Sis!"

"..."

Lin Nianhe: "Sister!"

"..."

"Sister, why aren’t you talking?"

"..."

"Sister, I also want fuzzy warm clothes."

"..."

"Sister, I want peach in syrup and braised pork."

"..."

"Sister, hug..."

"""Do you feel like eating braised pork?"""

When Su Yuncheng returned, he happened to overhear the words "braised pork."

Seeing him back, Wang Shumei heaved a sigh of relief, looking at him with the eyes of someone seeing a savior.

This was the first time Sister Shumei had looked at him with such eyes since Su Yuncheng had taken her from the black market.

Su Yuncheng felt a bit puzzled but was also too lazy to ask. He placed two cups of boiled water in front of the two girls and sat down opposite Lin Nianhe, continuing, "You’ve just gotten over a fever, don’t eat anything too greasy. Wait a few more days before eating that."

Lin Nianhe suppressed a laugh with her lips pursed, withdrew her gaze from Wang Shumei, and turned her head to say to Su Yuncheng, "Yeah, I know, I was just saying it casually."

Su Yuncheng’s lips slightly curved up, and he didn’t take her "casual remark" seriously but silently made a note of the braised pork.

After the meal, Su Yuncheng said, "I’ll take you two back."

"No need, we can go back ourselves," Lin Nianhe said, leaning on the back seat of the bicycle and patting the front seat to signal Wang Shumei to become the "driver." "You didn’t rest well last night either, hurry back and get some rest."

She had woken up several times last night, and each time, she opened her eyes to hear Su Yuncheng asking her if she wanted water or was feeling uncomfortable.

Wang Shumei mounted the bicycle and nodded towards Su Yuncheng, saying, "Don’t worry, I’ll take her back."

It was broad daylight, and the road was crowded. There was really no danger apart from possibly tipping the bike into a ditch.

Yet, Su Yuncheng also mounted his bicycle, saying, "It’s fine, I have something to deliver to Comrade Zhou Chujiang."

With such a statement, the two girls stopped insisting on going alone.

Lin Nianhe suddenly remembered something else that she had forgotten for a while, "Oh, right, when Bai Bo had someone come to catch me, they were supposed to take Zhou Chujiang too. Why was that?"

Su Yuncheng’s lips slightly curled upwards as he replied, "He thought Zhou Chujiang was sent by his uncle to protect you."

"Ah?"

Lin Nianhe was momentarily startled and then could not help but laugh out loud.

That was truly unlucky.

Thankfully, Zhou Chujiang hadn’t really been implicated; otherwise, it would have been a real misfortune.

As the harvest approached, the country lanes were filled with the sweet scent of corn, wafting in the wind and signaling a bountiful harvest.

When the three of them returned to Ten Miles Team, there were twenty minutes left before afternoon classes.

Wang Shumei parked the bicycle at the entrance of the Educated Youth Corps and said to Lin Nianhe, "You go rest, I’ll go to teach."

"Wait for me a moment, I’ll come after I change my clothes."

"Oh? Are you sure you can?"

"I’m fine, I’m fine," Lin Nianhe said while running towards the backyard, "Principal Wu has bronchitis and shouldn’t always be inhaling chalk dust. I’m no longer feverish, so I can teach."

Wang Shumei wanted to call her back, but in the blink of an eye, Lin Nianhe had already run off to the backyard.

She turned to look at Su Yuncheng, "Aren’t you going to persuade her?"

Su Yuncheng said, "If we forcibly keep her here, she won’t be able to rest, worrying about the school. That would just drain her. It’s better to let her see for herself. She should be able to handle three periods this afternoon."

Wang Shumei opened her mouth, but the words she wanted to say remained unsaid.

She had to admit, Su Yuncheng was right.

It took less than five minutes for Lin Nianhe to come out, having changed her clothes.

She still wore black trousers and a white shirt, with a light blue cardigan on top. The autumn breeze lifted the loose strands of hair by her temples, creating a refreshing look for her pale face.

Su Yuncheng’s eyes slightly brightened, and he unconsciously stepped forward a little, his arm slightly raised.

Lin Nianhe walked up to him with a smile, handing him the books she was carrying.

Su Yuncheng instinctively took the books, gazing at her unwaveringly.

Lin Nianhe glanced around, not seeing Wen Lan’s figure; she breathed a sigh of relief and murmured softly, "My arms feel weak, no strength, can’t carry them."

Su Yuncheng murmured an "Mhm," and said earnestly, "I’ll carry them."

Wang Shumei: "..."

It’s not her, strutting around the school holding Niuwa now, huh!