Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 405 - 404 Wong Xiaokou Being Tricked

Chapter 405: Chapter 404 Wong Xiaokou Being Tricked

Youngest Master Sie always had the knack to make Lin Nianhe feel that he was utterly and purely deserving of his misfortunes whenever her heart ached for him the most.

Lin Nianhe’s brain instantly went into overdrive, managing to prevent Youngest Master Sie’s bullcrap from being exposed: "No, he... I just didn’t expect that he would tell you about it."

"Really?" Guan Manling had some doubts.

"They kept it a secret pretty well before. I only learned about it a few days ago," Lin Nianhe said, with every nerve in her body tense as she continued the fabrication. "That girl is nice, it’s just that she’s a bit prone to jealousy, and unfortunately, Sie Yufei is pig-headed and always fails to see their affection... I thought you didn’t know, so I was using that as an excuse, to prevent them from arguing again."

"Oh, I see, you scared me to death..." Guan Manling patted her chest and said with a smile, "Don’t worry, Nianhe, I understand. I’m married now, I won’t be in touch with him anymore. I’m sorry about the wedding candy; it was my oversight, I apologize for putting you in a difficult position."

"No, no, not at all, it was his own request, haha..." His own request was looking for trouble!

Lin Nianhe clenched the phone cord as if she were strangling Sie Yufei’s neck.

"Well... hope Yafei is doing better, you guys talk then."

The phone was handed back to Sun Yafei, and Lin Nianhe, hearing her sobbing voice, steadied herself and told her about the recent changes in the village.

Sun Yafei alternated between crying and laughing as she listened, extremely attentive, afraid of missing a single word.

After a while, she hung up the phone reluctantly.

After putting down the phone, Lin Nianhe took a deep breath and turned to walk outside.

Li Dahe called out from behind: "Where are you going?"

Without turning back, Lin Nianhe shouted: "To fight!"

"Who you going to fight?"

"Sie Yufei!"

"Oh, in that case, go for it."

"..."

Sie Yufei definitely deserved a beating, but she needed a clever excuse, so she couldn’t let him think of Guan Manling again.

So that day, Youngest Master Sie got kicked twice by Lin Nianhe for picking up roasted sweet potatoes with his left hand first.

The reason seemed completely justifiable.

Anyway, Sie Yufei accepted it.

It’s just not clear whether he genuinely accepted the reason or because Su Yuncheng was standing right there in the yard.

...

Rest day.

Early in the morning, Lin Nianhe placed Niuwa onto the rear seat of Su Yuncheng’s bicycle. The little guy was bundled up tightly, with a red scarf tied around his neck, looking like a child from a New Year picture.

The scarf was knitted by Principal Wu, the stitches fine and double-layered, using defective wool that hadn’t been dyed properly. Principal Wu was skilled, hiding the flawed strands inside.

The little fellow also wore his little backpack, which Lin Nianhe knew contained his stack of perfect test papers and the small snacks he had saved.

The three of them, on two bikes, were heading toward the town.

The snow under the sunlight was golden. Niuwa held onto Su Yuncheng’s clothes, not forgetting to tell Lin Nianhe: "Sister Hehe, take it slow, no rush."

Before the snowfall, Lin Nianhe thought she had tamed the bicycle, but once the roads iced over, she instantly realized she was wrong.

Lin Nianhe kept her eyes on the road, focused intently on the large tree at the entrance of the village: "I’m fine, I can handle it, just sit tight."

Su Yuncheng glanced at her: "Why don’t you ride on my rear seat and let Niuwa sit on the crossbar?"

Lin Nianhe: "Okay!"

There’s no challenge too great, provided you’re willing to give up.

Riding a bike on ice is not a survival skill, and she didn’t need to master it.

"And I’m mainly worried about something happening in the village. What if they need to use the bicycles?"

Lin Nianhe sat on the back seat of the bike, swinging her legs and speaking with reason.

Su Yuncheng: "Hmm, with the heavy snow, it’s more convenient for the villagers to go to town by bike."

Niuwa: "Sister Hehe is the most thoughtful."

Under the super thick filter of those two, Teacher Xiao Lin gradually became lost and sincerely felt that she was indeed a kind and good person.

Su Yuncheng cycled very steady, and Lin Nianhe barely felt any jolts. He also sat up straighter on purpose to block most of the cold wind for her.

When they arrived in front of the commune office, Su Yuncheng specifically stopped at a place without snow, ice, or mud, and told Lin Nianhe, "Take it slow."

Lin Nianhe responded, hopped off the bike gracefully, and went forward to lift Niuwa down.

"You guys go inside first. I asked Zhou Xu to order some food from the State-Owned Restaurant yesterday, and I’ll go pick it up," said Su Yuncheng.

"Okay, take care on your way back."

"Mhm."

Lin Nianhe and Niuwa watched Su Yuncheng leave, then hand in hand, the two of them entered the commune.

She went straight to Wong Xiao’s office with familiarity, the door was open, and Wong Xiao was sitting behind his office desk, reading a newspaper with a serious face.

"Uncle Wong," Lin Nianhe greeted him with a beaming smile.

"Ah, Teacher Lin is here," said Wong Xiao as he immediately put down the newspaper and waved to her with a smile, "Come over here and warm up by the fire."

"Hello, Uncle Wong," said Niuwa politely to Wong Xiao.

Seeing Niuwa’s demeanor, Wong Xiao’s previously stern face crumbled instantly, as if afraid the "Uncle" would fall to the floor; he replied, "Good, good, good," three times in a row.

"Look, the child is so cold, his little face is icy," said Wong Xiao as he rubbed Niuwa’s cheeks, then turned to Lin Nianhe, "The person you asked for has been picked up, should be arriving soon."

"Thank you, Uncle Wong," said Lin Nianhe while warming her hands by the stove.

"However, Teacher Lin, this shouldn’t set a precedent. If others find out I brought a prisoner from the jail here, it could reflect badly!" Wong Xiao gave Niuwa a piece of peach cake and told him to sit aside; he then approached Lin Nianhe and whispered.

Lin Nianhe rubbed her hands and glanced at him.

Wong Xiao cleared his throat and changed his tune: "What I mean is, we should do this less often in the future, not too frequently."

Lin Nianhe took out several headwear design drafts from her bag, shaking them carelessly as if she might accidentally toss them into the stove any second.

Wong Xiao: "Deal! Whenever you want to see him, we’ll arrange it! I’m upright and unafraid of crooked shadows, fearing no rumors!"

The first batch of Head Flowers had been collected, and the Factory Director of Lan County Textile Factory had specifically brought each one for his review. That day, his daughter was also present, who tried each one and insisted she wanted them all. The sixteen-year-old girl nearly started to roll on the ground over a few head decorations, and it was only after he assured her that he would buy them for her once they went on sale that he was finally able to calm the young lady down.

He anticipated a bright future for the Head Flowers from his daughter’s reaction.

So, the designs that Lin Nianhe was holding in her hands? No, they were his life, the future of Lan County Textile Factory!

Lin Nianhe, smiling, holding the design drafts, asked: "How many Head Flowers have been made?"

"We’ve collected six hundred; they are undergoing quality inspection, and they should be finished by this afternoon," replied Wong Xiao promptly, with a hint of boastfulness, "Teacher Lin, we really are taking it seriously. Look, how many days has it been? From organizing the production team to learning the craft, everyone is putting their heart into it!"

"Not bad, slower than what I expected by six days, but acceptable," Lin Nianhe commented indifferently.

Wong Xiao: "..."

Is that even slow? He felt they had been quite fast!

Lin Nianhe, with a stern face and subtly offering an incentive, said: "Uncle Wong, think about it, our Head Flowers will not only sell in Beijing and Shanghai but also across the whole country. How massive is that production volume? Even if I discount the time you took to organize the team, do you think six hundred Head Flowers completed in seven days will be enough to sell?"

Wong Xiao: "Ah, well, uh..."

"Sigh, never mind, I’ll think of ways to help you increase productivity."

Lin Nianhe looked concerned for him, her brows furrowed.

Wong Xiao looked at her and suddenly felt as if he were just a worthless leader who got a little arrogant after a minor success.