Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 436 - 435: Your Dad Will Always Be Your Dad

Chapter 436: Chapter 435: Your Dad Will Always Be Your Dad

Minister Huang raced thousands of miles to Ten Miles Team, accomplished things he should as well as agreed to matters not necessarily his responsibility.

Maybe he also noticed Lin Nianhe’s little schemes, but he didn’t point them out. Since it’s all for the country and the people, it doesn’t matter who does it.

He intended to leave after finishing the tasks, but Comrade Old Lin stated: "Your matters are resolved, but mine are not yet."

Minister Huang was astonished: "Then why are you still hanging around with me?"

Comrade Old Lin sighed deeply, looking at his daughter in the village school, his voice a bit hoarse, "I haven’t seen my daughter for over half a year, can’t I at least have a look at her?"

Minister Huang choked, and fell silent.

Mr. Lin watched Lin Nianhe outside the window for a while, then silently turned to find Su Yuncheng.

The two chatted in the grain drying yard for half an hour, with no one around, nobody knows what they discussed.

In the end, Mr. Lin handed Su Yuncheng a small piece of paper.

Su Yuncheng glanced at the content of the note, then went straight to the team headquarters and threw it into the stove.

At three in the afternoon, Mr. Lin and Minister Huang were ready to leave.

The villagers brought cooked eggs and dry food, wanting to give them something for the road.

They didn’t interrupt the farewell between Lin father and daughter, only stuffing things into Minister Huang’s arms.

Lin Nianhe hung on Mr. Lin’s embrace.

He patted his daughter’s back, trying to keep his emotions stable, making one last attempt: "My daughter, it’s still not too late to change your mind and come home with dad. Think about it, do you want to reconsider?"

Lin Nianhe resolutely shook her head: "I’m not leaving."

Mr. Lin: "..."

Sigh, my daughter is grown up...

Lin Nianhe looked up and said, "Dad, don’t be sad, I’ll come home at the beginning of next month."

"Hm?" Mr. Lin puzzled, "Isn’t your home leave only for one month? The New Year’s at the end of January. If you come home too early, won’t you miss the New Year celebrations?"

Lin Nianhe: "Oh right, I forgot to tell you, our leader said there’s not much work in winter, so this year I get two months of home leave."

Mr. Lin’s eyes instantly brightened!

That way, just over a month after getting home, his daughter would be back!

And she could stay for two months!

Mr. Lin’s eyes crinkled with a smile, the sadness of parting much alleviated.

"Alright, set a date when the time comes and call dad. I’ll book a sleeper ticket for you to come home."

"Okay! Drive slower on your way."

Lin Nianhe opened the car door for Mr. Lin, and while waiting for him to get in, she saw Uncle Huang still surrounded by villagers stuffing things at him, the neat and tidy small elderly man now looking especially disheveled, not only hanging with lots of items but also holding... it seemed to be Widow Zhao’s old hen.

The villagers had already heard, the leaders came here to buy their handmade Head Flowers to sell in Beijing and reportedly even to foreigners to earn money for the country!

This was serious news, the villagers intended to entertain the leaders well, but as the leaders were rushing to leave, they could only bring out their presentable items from home, hoping they could take them along.

Poor Minister Huang, his refusals never ceased, yet they were drowned by the voices around.

Perhaps the villagers heard, but simply chose to ignore him.

Minister Huang kept refusing while looking back at Mr. Lin with sorrowful eyes, seemingly pleading for help.

Mr. Lin had already caught his gaze, then he quickly checked all the car windows to make sure they were closed tightly before he relaxed and held onto the car door firmly.

Lin Nianhe pushed through the crowd to Minister Huang’s side, pressed her hand downward and said, "Folks! Listen to me!"

The noisy crowd finally quieted down a bit.

Lin Nianhe smiled at everyone and said, "Uncle Huang and my father are disciplined, if they took anything from you, even just an egg, they would be criticized. Both Uncle Huang and my father appreciate your kindness, so let’s not let them make any mistakes."

As Lin Nianhe spoke, she took off the various things hanging on Minister Huang and returned them to the crowd.

Seeing that the villagers were still somewhat reluctant, she said, "Hehe, I’m not a soldier, starting from tomorrow, I’ll go from house to house for meals!"

Villagers: "..."

Lin Nianhe picked up whatever could be taken, finally saying to Widow Zhao, "Aunt Zhao, come take this old hen of yours away, don’t scare it, or it might not lay eggs tomorrow."

"Ah..." sighed Widow Zhao as she came forward to plead, "Leader, why not stay for dinner and leave afterwards? I’ll stew a chicken for you!"

"No, no," said Minister Huang, covered in feathers, waving his hand, "We’ve got loads of work, we’ll stay longer next time."

Lin Nianhe reached to open the car door for Minister Huang, tugged, but couldn’t open it.

She bent down to look, and was met by the sight of Mr. Lin inside pulling on the door.

Father and daughter, eye to eye, very awkward.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Mr. Lin: "..."

Mr. Lin froze for a moment, nonchalantly pushing the car door open as if nothing happened.

He even explained: "I was planning to open the car door for Old Huang."

Lin Nianhe: "Mm-hmm, you don’t have to explain, I believe you."

What else could she say? She couldn’t possibly tear down her own father!

Lin Nianhe, fearing she couldn’t hold back, quickly stepped aside to make way, helping Minister Huang into the car.

As she closed the car door, she quickly took out an oiled paper package from her purse and stuffed it through the gap of the door.

She chose a very clever spot, it was invisible unless one leaned over.

Once Minister Huang settled in, he turned his head and asked Mr. Lin: "Were you trying to lock your old man out just now?"

Mr. Lin, without changing his expression and looking straight ahead, said: "Don’t slander me just because you’re older."

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

"You’re old, your eyesight is bad, you saw wrong."

"You..."

"Old Huang, stop talking. I’m about to part with my daughter and I’m very sad, let me have some peace."

...

Minister Huang, his stomach full of grievances, clenched his jaw. He opened his mouth but ended up just rolling his eyes and turned away, ignoring Mr. Lin.

After a good while, when the car had driven out more than ten kilometers, Minister Huang finally caught his breath. He wanted a drink of water, and while reaching for the water bottle, he finally saw the oiled paper package next to him.

Written on the paper package was:

"Uncle Huang, Dad, I prepared these snacks, it’s not against the rules. Lin Nianhe"

There was also a little smiley face drawn.

Minister Huang suddenly smiled.

He turned his back to Mr. Lin and opened the oiled paper package, revealing several white steamed buns and boiled eggs.

Minister Huang, without turning back, asked: "Binghui, do you want an egg?"

Mr. Lin, immersed in his sorrow, had no appetite.

He stared out the window at the vast expanse, replying without turning his head: "No."

"Oh."

Then Minister Huang ate all the steamed buns and eggs made by Lin Nianhe.

After thinking it over, he crumpled the oiled paper into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

Well, better not to provoke him.

They were old comrades after all!

...

Lin Nianhe didn’t know about these things.

She felt an emptiness inside.

In her previous life, her biological parents had died early, and she inherited a large fortune at a young age, then it was fighting with covetous relatives, with the disrespectful old timers at the company, and with competitors in the market... After enough fighting, the apocalypse arrived.

Before she came here, it had been a very long time since she last felt the warmth of parental affection.

During countless nights, she silently bandaged her own wounds, too lazy to cry out in pain because no one cared.

But now, someone had traveled far just to see her, planning and strategizing for her.

Lin Nianhe stood at the entrance of the village, watching the direction of the departing jeep, tears falling without her noticing.

While she was lost in thought, she was suddenly embraced.

Turning her head, it was Wang Hong.

Wang Hong patted her shoulder to comfort her: "There, there, no need to cry. Come eat at Aunt’s home tonight, Auntie will make you shrimp chips."

"No more crying, no more crying, look at this little face, don’t chafe it." Aunt Li came over to wipe away Lin Nianhe’s tears.

Widow Zhao handed over an old hen: "Let’s stew another chicken!"

Seeing the chicken, its wings pinched and eyes blood red, Lin Nianhe wanted to pat its head to comfort it about its fate.

Just as she drew closer, the old hen stretched its neck and pecked towards her hand.

Lin Nianhe swiftly dodged, the old hen snatching at air.

When Lin Nianhe looked at the old hen again, she no longer felt sorry for it. She wrinkled her nose, stared into its red eyes, and said deliberately, "Make it extra spicy!"