Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 412 - 411: The Apple of My Eye... Spoiled

Chapter 412: Chapter 411: The Apple of My Eye... Spoiled

Lin Nianhe glanced at the two people in front of her, blinked her eyes, and instantly understood what was going on.

She walked directly past Zhao Zhuangshi, and in just a few steps, approached Mrs. Yu, not caring that she still had a stern look on her face. Lin wrapped her arm around Mrs. Yu affectionately and babbled like a string of firecrackers:

"You must be Aunt Yu, right? Hello Aunt Yu, my name is Lin Nianhe, I’m also an educated youth, living in the same compound as Sister Xiangqin. Sister Xiangqin looks so much like you, but you look too young, someone who doesn’t know would think you and Sister Xiangqin are sisters!"

Mrs. Yu: "..."

Why does she feel like she’s just heard these words not long ago?

"Aunt Yu, please don’t misunderstand," Lin Nianhe said with a smile, leaning in close to Mrs. Yu and lowering her voice, "Zhao Zhuangshi came to ask me those questions because he wants to say them to Sister Xiangqin tomorrow. You must keep his secret for him."

Mrs. Yu finally let out the breath she had been holding.

Widow Zhao casually threw away her basket, brushed off her hands, and with a smile reappearing on her face, pointed at Lin Nianhe and said to Mrs. Yu, "Big sister, this Educated Youth Lin is from Beijing, her significant other is also from Beijing, and their families are neighbors, they grew up together since they were kids."

Widow Zhao’s words couldn’t even be considered a hint anymore. She was just short of pointing at Zhao Zhuangshi’s nose and telling Mrs. Yu: Don’t worry, the girl already has a partner, and certainly wouldn’t fancy him.

Lin Nianhe blushed just the right amount and let out a soft "Aiyo," saying, "Aunt Zhao, don’t talk nonsense, I’m still young, we shouldn’t talk about these things."

Such a reaction from her was even more reassuring to Mrs. Yu than if Lin Nianhe had admitted directly that she had a significant other.

Widow Zhao gave Lin Nianhe a meaningful look, "Miss Lin, bring Xiao Su over for dinner after he’s done with his work. Your Aunt Yu has seen a lot, she can give you advice."

Lin Nianhe looked down and stood tiptoe, replying shyly, "Okay."

With their back and forth act, they managed to appease Mrs. Yu before Zhao Zhuangshi could react.

Zhao Zhuangshi, with a crutch tucked under his arm, scratched his head in confusion.

Widow Zhao, watching his dazed look, could only regret having discarded the basket too early.

She also wondered why, even though the main injury was clearly to his foot, it felt like his head wasn’t working right anymore either.

She slapped Zhao Zhuangshi, glaring at him, "What are you dazed about? This is your mother-in-law!"

"Oh, oh!" Zhao Zhuangshi nodded and bowed, blurting out to Mrs. Yu, "Mom!"

Mrs. Yu: "...?"

Did he just change his tune today?

Should she respond? Or should she respond?

"Ah! Good boy, good boy..." Mrs. Yu pretended nothing had just happened and cheerfully agreed, then asked with concern, "Zhuangshi, how is your leg doing? What did the doctor say?"

Zhao Zhuangshi had been bedridden recently, only getting up from the kang (a traditional Chinese bed) mainly for toilet needs, and had gained a bit of weight.

Being able to gain weight at that time was quite rare and indirectly indicated the family’s situation.

Moreover, even though Zhao Zhuangshi might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, he was tall, strong, and handsome, and with the halo of having a son-in-law, the more Mrs. Yu looked at him, the more satisfied she became.

With a few words spoken, any doubts or displeasure she felt earlier completely dissipated.

Widow Zhao patted Lin Nianhe on the arm and gave her a grateful look, "Miss Lin, come over for dinner tonight. Tomorrow, don’t hurry; come over at your leisure, Auntie will save you a good seat".

Inviting Lin Nianhe to come later actually showed Widow Zhao’s consideration—coming early definitely meant helping with chores.

"I won’t disturb your family tonight," Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "I’ll come over early tomorrow."

"Alright then, tomorrow you can join my daughter Cuihua in accompanying Xiangqin." Widow Zhao waved at her, "I’ll leave you to your work now; I’m taking your Aunt Yu for a meal."

"Alright, take care, Aunt Yu, the path is slippery," said Lin Nianhe.

Widow Zhao took Mrs. Yu and left, Zhao Zhuangshi looking left and right, stood still without moving.

He asked, "Teacher Lin, what should that ’treasure’ be changed to?"

Lin Nianhe originally owed him a curse that didn’t contain any dirty words, but thinking it over, he realized what he needed now was a sweet nothing to soothe his wife, so he sought out Lin Nianhe to propose an exchange.

Lin Nianhe agreed without thinking and blurted a line of romantic words she had recently read in a novel.

She didn’t take note of it when speaking, but as Zhao Zhuangshi recited it back... she started to feel hungry.

Suddenly, she really wanted to eat roasted treasure.

After pondering, Lin Nianhe suggested, "You can change it to ’my heart’s bright moon, the pearl in my palm.’"

"Oh, okay, got it!"

Zhao Zhuangshi agreed immediately, rehearsing anew:

"I love you! I want to cherish you like the meat in my heart, my heart’s bright moon, the pearl in my palm! If I have to put a timeline on this love, I hope it is..."

Lin Nianhe: "Delete ’meat in my heart.’"

"I love you! I want to cherish you like rotting meat in my heart, my heart’s bright moon... why is the meat rotting? Is Yu Xiangqin born in the year of the sheep?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Would it be too cruel if she stuffed Zhao Zhuangshi’s walking stick into the stove pit?

...

In the afternoon, after class, Lin Nianhe purposely went to the warehouse to find Su Yuncheng.

Su Yuncheng and Feng Wei’s daily duties were to watch over the warehouse and patrol, as well as handling emergencies near Ten Miles Team. With few incidents in the village, usually, they kept one person in the warehouse, and these days, with Feng Wei coaching the school kids to practice boxing, Su Yuncheng stayed in the warehouse more often.

Who knows where he got a bamboo recliner from; he sat on it reading a book, as leisurely as a retired old man, which made Yuan Hua and Liu Neng beside him, recording accounts and doing quality inspection, look especially busy.

When he heard footsteps he looked up, and seeing it was Lin Nianhe, he smiled, "Class is over?"

"Yeah." Lin Nianhe jogged up to him, saying, "Came to find you to walk me home."

Su Yuncheng smiled, placed his book down, stood up and said, "Let’s go."

As Su Yuncheng tied his scarf, he said to Yuan Hua and Liu Neng, "Uncle Yuan, Uncle Liu, I’ll be stepping out for a moment."

"Okay, sure," Yuan Hua said, stealing a moment from his busyness, nodding, "Don’t bother coming back, tomorrow the village is holding a celebration, we have fewer deliveries today, we’ll lock up later."

"That’s fine, thank you both for your efforts."

Su Yuncheng nodded at them, and then left with Lin Nianhe.

Su Yuncheng took the books that Lin Nianhe was holding in her arms, and after they stepped out, he said, "I heard that Comrade Yu’s mother will also stay at the Educated Youth Corps tonight, if you find it noisy, come to my place, you can sleep with Aunt Feng."

"No need, I’m in the back courtyard, they won’t disturb me." Lin Nianhe replied cheerfully, "Brother Yuncheng, will you have dinner at my place tonight?"

"Okay," Su Yuncheng thought Lin Nianhe didn’t want to cook tonight, so he asked her, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"It’s not about making things easier for you to cook..."

Lin Nianhe glanced at him and told him about the misunderstanding that had happened with Mrs. Yu that day.

After hearing it, Su Yuncheng laughed, "Alright, I got it."

Looking at his meaningful smile, Lin Nianhe suddenly had an ominous premonition.