Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 590 - 589: My... My Bedroom is Next to Yours

Chapter 590: Chapter 589: My... My Bedroom is Next to Yours

A person who has been sleeping by himself for over a year insists that he would be scared living alone, is that reasonable?

Obviously not.

But those words came from Lin Nianhe’s mouth.

Then it makes sense.

Not just reasonable, Major Su even believed it.

He held Lin Nianhe’s hand, pulling her upstairs to the bedroom facing the morning sun, pushed open the door and said, "I’ve just changed the sheets and duvet cover, there is hot water in the thermos, clothes in the wardrobe, you organize your things first, I’ll go make you some food."

The room was clean and tidy, almost an exact replica of Lin Nianhe’s bedroom in Beijing, even the bookshelves were stocked with books.

Lin Nianhe’s lips curved into a smile, and she turned to hug Su Yuncheng, whispering, "Thank you."

With his personality, if it wasn’t for preparing such a comfortable room for her, he wouldn’t possibly want such a big house.

Lin Nianhe buried her face in his chest, not wanting to move like a koala.

The corners of Su Yuncheng’s mouth unconsciously curled up, he patted Lin Nianhe’s back, his voice particularly gentle, "If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have to travel back and forth so much... There’s not much I can do, but at least I can make sure you have a room in the provincial city, so you can get a good night’s sleep."

Lin Nianhe lifted her head, her moist eyes gazing intently at him.

For a moment, Su Yuncheng felt as if she was about to cry.

"That... um..."

"Brother Yuncheng, I really like you."

"...! "

Lin Nianhe never expected that a simple expression of affection would make Major Su so flustered when leaving the house.

"She’s really too easy to tease," Lin Nianhe watched his back disappear down the stairs, shaking her head with a light sigh.

Lin Nianhe poured hot water to wash her face, then took out things from her suitcase.

She took a pack of perilla leaves specially asked by Aunt Feng to bring and found the kitchen by following the sound, put the things down and said, "Aunt Feng asked me to bring these perilla leaves for you, she said it’s your favorite."

Perilla leaves are used to wrap red bean paste with glutinous rice flour, then steamed with a perilla leaf wrapping the outside, providing a special aromatic flavor when eaten.

"Please thank her for me." Su Yuncheng put the noodles into the pot, turned around to ask Lin Nianhe, "Do you want to eat some? Shall I heat up a couple for you?"

"No, it’s not good for digestion if eaten at night." Lin Nianhe approached and hugged him from behind.

Su Yuncheng didn’t mind her being in the way, but he hid her hands behind his apron.

A bowl of clear soup noodles with two poached eggs was quickly prepared, and only then did Su Yuncheng pat Lin Nianhe’s hand: "Let go for now, I need to serve the noodles."

"Okay."

Lin Nianhe complied, letting go of her hands and moved to the side of the door to stay out of the way.

Su Yuncheng was intimately familiar with Lin Nianhe’s taste preferences and made the bowl of noodles simply, yet Lin Nianhe ate it with great satisfaction.

Right after she finished eating, she couldn’t help but yawn.

"Go to sleep now, coincidentally, I have to go near the match factory for an investigation tomorrow, I can drop you off so you don’t have to get up too early."

"Okay..." Lin Nianhe was ushered along, raising her hand to wipe the moisture from the corner of her eye, she turned around and asked, "Brother Yuncheng, where is your bedroom? Can I come to find you if I’m scared in the middle of the night?"

Su Yuncheng: "...!"

"Nianhe, stop joking." His voice was slightly low, "Just sleep well... My bedroom is right next to yours."

"Hahaha, okay."

Lin Nianhe was not so unreasonable as to disturb someone’s peaceful sleep in the middle of the night, but still, Su Yuncheng couldn’t fall asleep.

He tossed and turned all night, even planning what tone to use to comfort the little ancestor if she really had a nightmare and came looking for him... but she never did.

The next day, because she had to negotiate at the match factory, Lin Nianhe wore a white shirt with a black suspender skirt as she got ready and went downstairs, just in time to see Su Yuncheng returning from his morning exercise.

His hair was somewhat wet, and he was holding a lunch box, which must be breakfast brought back from the canteen.

Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, Lin Nianhe immediately stepped forward, took the net bag from his hand, and said with moved eyes, "Brother Yuncheng, I’m so glad you were sleeping next door, I slept so well last night that I didn’t even dream!"

This was indeed true, as she didn’t even know when Su Yuncheng had left.

In the morning light, she looked like a porcelain doll, with a radiant smile and opening her arms for a hug.

How could Su Yuncheng be resentful, when all he could think was—

It’s great that she had a good sleep, it seems my arrangement was very much to her liking.

"That’s good," Su Yuncheng rubbed her head, "You go and have breakfast first; I’m going to take a shower."

"Okay."

While Su Yuncheng showered, Lin Nianhe set up the breakfast and didn’t forget to fill his thermos with cool boiled water.

Su Yuncheng took a cold shower, washing away the fatigue of a sleepless night, and habitually buttoned up his shirt as he descended the stairs, finishing with the last button just as he saw Lin Nianhe leaning over the dining table, arranging the chopsticks neatly.

She poked the chopsticks gently with her index finger, overdid it, moved back a little, too much again, poked once more...

Su Yuncheng couldn’t help but laugh silently, walked over, pressed her shoulders to have her sit down, and teased her while pinching her cheek, "Are the chopsticks lining up in formation?"

Lin Nianhe justified with confidence, "The chopsticks at Major Su’s home should be tidy too."

Being with Lin Nianhe, even the most boring things can be turned lively and interesting by her.

The simple breakfast was especially joyful, and after the meal, Su Yuncheng washed the dishes and took Lin Nianhe out.

Lin Nianhe held a small bag in one hand and pulled on the hem of his clothes with the other, her mouth opening and closing, narrating all sorts of things about the Ten Miles Team.

They happened to run into Sun Bo on their way out.

Sun Bo laughed upon seeing Lin Nianhe, "Yo, Nianhe is here to see your beau?"

Lin Nianhe’s face didn’t even blush as she nodded directly, "Yes, I came to check on him. Good morning, Uncle Sun."

"Good morning, good morning," Sun Bo looked at them with a smile, "Are you going out to play?"

"No, Brother Yuncheng still has work, and I also have to make a trip to the match factory. How about you, Uncle Sun?"

"My niece is going to audition for the Cultural Troupe, I’m going to pick her up." Sun Bo waved his hand at them, "You go on with your business, come over for dinner if you’re free tonight."

"Sure thing, see you Uncle Sun."

After getting in the car, Lin Nianhe took out a delicate little wooden box from her bag, placed it in the storage compartment, and said, "Brother Yuncheng, I brought some glucose for you. If you’re too busy to have meals, drink one to prevent low blood sugar and dizziness."

As she spoke, she opened the box to show him.

Inside the box, there were twenty glucose packets, and in order to prevent them from breaking due to bumps, Lin Nianhe had even wrapped each one in a small cloth.

Su Yuncheng’s heart was warmed, and he nodded in response, "Okay, I’ll tell you when I’ve finished them."

"Good!"

Su Yuncheng drove Lin Nianhe to the match factory and watched her enter the gate without any trouble before he left reassured.

Lin Nianhe had called Factory Director Tian Qingyuan of the match factory before coming, arranging to meet this morning.

Tian Qingyuan had originally arranged a car to wait for her at the railway guesthouse because he remembered that Lin Nianhe had stayed there during her last visit.

Instead of receiving a call from the driver, Tian Qingyuan was surprised when his secretary rushed in, panicked, informing him—

"Factory Director, Comrade Lin Nianhe has arrived!"

"She has? How did she come?"

"She came by car, a jeep!"

Tian Qingyuan: "...!"