Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 461 - 460 "Miss Lin’s Living Room

Chapter 461: Chapter 460 "Miss Lin’s Living Room

Mr. Lin and Aunt Lin exchanged glances, both seeing amusement in each other’s eyes.

Then they looked back and saw the three others, besides Wang Ruian, looking at them.

"You guys chat, I’ll go make something for you to eat," said Aunt Lin with a smile, waving her hand at them as she took off her coat and entered the kitchen.

Wang Ruian only realized they were speaking to him when he heard her voice. His face reddened as he greeted Mr. Lin and Aunt Lin, and his eyes widened when he checked the time: "It’s so late already, Uncle Lin, Aunt Lin, you should rest. I’ll be heading off."

"Have some food before you go," Aunt Lin called after him, "You must be hungry after studying for so long."

"But..."

"Stay," said Mr. Lin, "Or call your family, you can stay with Huaizhou in one room tonight."

It’s common for the kids in the courtyard to mooch meals from one another; dropping by for food and drinks is routine, and it’s not unusual for them to stay over occasionally when their parents are busy with work. But they’re all grown up now, and it feels a bit awkward to continue mooching stays.

Wang Ruian scratched his head: "I think I’ll go home."

"Then at least have dinner before you leave," Mr. Lin said, pressing down on his shoulder and seating him back down.

Aunt Lin made Zhajiang noodles, and as the four of them were eating, she went to clear the scattered draft papers from the coffee table. If she hadn’t tidied up, she wouldn’t have noticed—there were about twenty to thirty sheets of paper filled with writing, and also that work notebook, all with the same handwriting.

Aunt Lin casually picked up the work notebook, seeing the sharp and distinct handwriting, sure that it wasn’t Lin Nianhe’s.

She wasn’t sure if it was Wang Ruian’s or Su Yuncheng’s, but flipping to the night before, she saw Lin Nianhe’s name neatly written on the title page.

Aunt Lin frowned in suspicion and turned her head towards Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe was enjoying her noodles, as intellectual work also consumes energy, and she was genuinely hungry.

Feeling Aunt Lin’s gaze, Lin Nianhe instinctively looked up: "Mom, what’s wrong?"

She saw the red work notebook in Aunt Lin’s hand, a sense of unease settling in her.

The most notable difference between her and the original owner of the body was probably the handwriting.

The original owner’s writing was neat and delicate, giving off a very obedient impression. Her writing was sharp and uninhibited, aggressive and unrestrained.

She had deliberately practiced the original owner’s handwriting, and could mimic it to some extent, but that required conscious effort, and so under circumstances like today, when taking notes swiftly at the machinery factory, she naturally reverted to the handwriting she was most familiar with.

Sensing Aunt Lin’s perplexity, Lin Nianhe maintained her composure, calmly meeting her gaze.

Aunt Lin came back to her senses and shook her head: "It’s nothing, you eat."

"Oh." Lin Nianhe continued to eat her noodles as if nothing had happened.

Aunt Lin organized the scattered papers and couldn’t help flipping through the work notebook again.

The notebook was new, filled with various notes from the machinery factory, but there wasn’t a clear basis for comparison.

However, she was certain that the handwriting was not Lin Nianhe’s... So, was Su Yuncheng the one who wrote it for her?

After the meal, Su Yuncheng and Wang Ruian said their goodbyes and left. Lin Huaizhou also returned to his bedroom with his crutches. Lin Nianhe said goodnight to her parents and went upstairs, yawning, without taking the work notebook and draft papers from the coffee table.

Aunt Lin cleared away the dishes and flatware, lingering at the sight of work notes left on the coffee table for quite some time before finally picking it up and heading upstairs.

Lin Nianhe’s room still had its lights on. She knocked and asked, "Nianhe, not asleep yet?"

"Uh-uh, not yet." From inside, Lin Nianhe responded.

Aunt Lin pushed open the door and saw her still writing at the desk, so she walked over, draped a hand over her shoulder and said, "You’ve been exhausting yourself these past few days, why aren’t you asleep yet?"

Lin Nianhe showed her the textbook in hand with eyes smiling, "The book Brother Wang got me is great, I want to read a bit more."

Beside her was another notebook, already filled with many neatly, delicately penned words—it was handwriting Aunt Lin recognized well.

Aunt Lin unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, placed the work notes and manuscript on the corner of the desk, and said to her, "There’s no rush at this very moment. You’ve always been physically frail; it’s better for you to sleep earlier."

"Okay, I’ll go to sleep now." Lin Nianhe inserted a bookmark into the book, closed it after securing the page, placed it back on the desk corner. She caught sight of the work notes, suddenly remembered something, and picked it up, flipping it open to show Aunt Lin, "Mom, look, does my handwriting resemble Dad’s at all?"

"Hm?" Aunt Lin was astonished.

She had just seen the notes Lin Nianhe was making and really thought for a moment that they were written by Su Yuncheng. Now, with Lin Nianhe showing her this sudden twist, she struggled to keep up.

Lin Nianhe held up the notebook, her eyes brimming with expectancy as she looked at Aunt Lin.

Aunt Lin scrutinized and faintly discerned a little of Mr. Lin’s handwriting. She nodded, "There is a bit of a resemblance... but why did you suddenly start practicing your dad’s handwriting?"

Lin Nianhe’s cheeks turned slightly pink, feeling a bit bashful, "Isn’t it because I’ve become a teacher? I’ve always felt that my writing looked especially childlike..."

Aunt Lin paused for a moment, then let out a light laugh.

She felt slightly annoyed with herself for being too tense lately, so much so that she even started to doubt her own daughter.

She ruffled Lin Nianhe’s head and pulled her up from behind the desk, "Alright then, Teacher Xiao Lin, hurry off to sleep. You need a good rest to teach your students effectively."

"Okay, mom should sleep early too."

Lin Nianhe obediently snuggled into her blankets, waiting for Aunt Lin to tuck her in before closing her eyes.

Aunt Lin turned off the light for her and quietly left the room.

The little matter of the handwriting was breezily dismissed, Aunt Lin didn’t dwell on the issue of the handwriting and didn’t have the time to ponder further. She had so much work yet to do, the matter hardly stirred any ripples.

The Lin Family’s home had been quite lively recently. Don’t know from which day onward the arrival of guests at 8 PM increased, from four to six, eight... until there were twelve people gathered. What was once a small group discussion now resembled a sort of extracurricular class.

Some were researchers at the institute like Wang Ruian, some were in the military; all youths of similar age. They talked about everything without constraint—physics, chemistry, mathematics, anything went. One day even saw Su Yuncheng and Lin Huai Zhou setting up a sand table and delving into a strategy session on military theory.

With a solid foundation in place, the collision of ideas could spark numerous insights in an instant. Not only did Lin Nianhe feel her thinking expanded, the others felt the same way too. They jokingly referred to it as "Miss Lin’s Salon," earning them countless rolled eyes from Lin Nianhe.

Such bustling activity was bound to draw attention. But the Lin family lived in a detached house, blessed with a favorable location. Inside, there were two human radars, Su Yuncheng and Lin Huai Zhou, making eavesdropping through door cracks or listening at walls absolutely impossible. When the parties involved were questioned, their story was remarkably consistent—Lin Huai Zhou was injured, and they had come to visit.

As for why they visited every day... well, no one said it wasn’t allowed to visit a patient daily, right? They were childhood friends, close as brothers; why couldn’t they come by daily to check on him?

Huaizhou himself could have never imagined that his injury would receive compliments and acknowledgment because of this.

If he had a choice, he would much rather say that these folks had come over to play cards with him.