Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 722 - 721: Besides, the Youth is Not Poor

Chapter 722: Chapter 721: Besides, the Youth is Not Poor

Wang Shumei really wanted to part with Sun Guanghui on amicable terms; perhaps if they met again in the future, they could still smile and exchange pleasantries, catch up on each other’s recent circumstances.

After all, they had lived together in the same courtyard for two and a half years and had struggled and striven together.

But now she didn’t want that.

Now she didn’t even want to say another word to the person before her.

His mere presence made Wang Shumei feel irritated.

She furrowed her brows almost imperceptibly, took a step forward, and brushed past him.

Mrs. Sun never expected that Wang Shumei would say such things.

In her view, the act of throwing the watch was done by Lin Nianhe; Wang Shumei should have been reluctant—an item worth over a hundred yuan! That could support her for several months!

Surely the one who should be desperately clinging on and unwilling to let go ought to be Wang Shumei, but why did it seem like her son was the one who was more distressed...

Mrs. Sun was stunned in place, even forgetting to stop Wang Shumei.

"Sister Shumei is still too kind."

Lin Nianhe muttered softly, letting go of Wen Lan’s hand to signal her to chase after Wang Shumei, while he himself stepped forward to face Mrs. Sun.

Seeing Lin Nianhe’s smiling face, Mrs. Sun instantly snapped out of her daydream, anger brewing in her eyes.

"Ma’am, don’t look at me like that, I get scared easily, and I’m not in good health, if you frighten me, I’m really going to call you out on it."

Lin Nianhe’s eyes curved into crescent moons.

Mrs. Sun: "..."

Lin Nianhe lightly brushed her hair, leading gently and instructing like a kind mentor: "I really have no ill intentions now, I just want to remind you of something—"

"Why did Wang Shumei choose to study economics? Why, when she could have attended the same university as your son, did she still apply to Peking University? Her family is in Lan County, with her brother and sister both in Lan County, so why must she come to Beijing?"

"Have you considered these questions?"

This was the first time Mrs. Sun had heard Lin Nianhe speak with such a serious tone since meeting her.

She unconsciously took the matter seriously as well and started to ponder why all of this was happening.

Why?

Actually, it was quite simple—

Wang Shumei wanted to bring Wang Xiaoxiao to Beijing to study;

Wang Shumei once asked Lin Nianhe what economics was about, and Lin Nianhe told her it was about studying the origins and disappearances of money... At the time, Wang Shumei was chopping meat, and some words were chopped into pieces – she only heard it was about studying money;

And because Lin Nianhe and Wen Lan were both going to Peking University, she still preferred to be with them.

The real answers are often that simple and unadorned.

But Mrs. Sun would definitely not consider this perspective.

Nor did Lin Nianhe intend to tell her the true answers to these questions.

"In the Spring Trade Fair of ’76, Wang Shumei secured the entire North American market within half an hour on the first day, reversing the disadvantaged situation of the textile delegation at the Trade Fair. Minister Huang from the Foreign Trade Department highly praised her..."

"Do you understand? Wang Shumei has to come to Beijing, and she can only study economics."

Lin Nianhe smiled meaningfully.

She swore she hadn’t told a single lie.

How could she, just an ordinary university student, have anticipated the miraculous effect that a combination of big truths would yield?

Mrs. Sun’s complexion was rather unsightly.

Lin Nianhe’s words were like pointing at her nose and calling her blind.

"But you should be quite pleased, shouldn’t you? After all, whether Wang Shumei goes to the Foreign Trade Department or the Economic Department in the future, she will certainly look after the beverage factory and Deputy Factory Director Sun out of respect for today’s sentiment."

Mrs. Sun licked her lips and managed to say, "Just with her? A greenhorn?"

"Do not scorn the poor just because of their youth."

Lin Nianhe paused, then added: "Besides, the youth is not poor."

"Not poor? Then tell me, what does she have?"

Mrs. Sun stubbornly maintained her disdain.

"She has her youthful years, a healthy body, an indomitable spirit, and a never-say-die attitude."

"When she loses, it’s called ’youthful folly,’ but when you embarrass yourself, it can only be called ’disrespectful due to old age.’"

"Even if she does nothing, you still have to die before her, got it?"

Lin Nianhe tilted his chin up, looking immensely smug.

Mrs. Sun was rendered speechless.

Her fingers trembled nonstop; she really wanted to slap Lin Nianhe.

But out of the corner of her eye, she saw the two men beside her and could only think about it.

"Mom!"

Suddenly, a shout came from across the street.

Sun Guanghui ran over in a hurry, nearly colliding with a classmate on a bicycle.

He quickly crossed the road and rushed to Mrs. Sun’s side, grabbing her arm: "Did you take my watch?"

Lin Nianhe was quick to speak. How could she possibly give Mrs. Sun a chance to speak?

"Your mother said she saw this watch while she was helping you clean up the garbage; she took it ’kindly’ to give it back to Sister Shumei, letting her sell it or give it to the next person."

Lin Nianhe honestly relayed on behalf of Mrs. Sun.

Sun Guanghui’s face turned extremely pale.

He stared at Mrs. Sun, his chest heaving sharply.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mrs. Sun, unwilling to lose face in front of Lin Nianhe, yelled at Sun Guanghui, "You’re already broken up with her, what do you want with someone else’s stuff?"

"You, you..."

Sun Guanghui was so angry he couldn’t speak. free we\bnove(l).com

Wang Shumei had said to him when she gave it to him that looking at the time was like looking at her.

All he had left was that watch.

Sun Guanghui’s eyes reddened, his lips quivered, and he looked left and right. Not seeing Wang Shumei, he reluctantly asked Lin Nianhe, "The watch..."

"It’s broken." Lin Nianhe said indifferently, "I wanted to hear a smash, and Sister Shumei just let me play with it."

Broken, broken...

Sun Guanghui stood there as if struck by lightning, unable to utter a word.

Mrs. Sun was still somewhat guilty, afraid that Sun Guanghui would say something unkind outside and make a joke in front of Lin Nianhe and the others; she tugged at him, wanting to leave.

Sun Guanghui, as if out of his wits and like a wooden figure, was dragged back by Mrs. Sun, forgetting to turn around.

Lin Nianhe watched him, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly: "Sun Guanghui, take good care of your mother, you should know—I’m short-tempered, have no small abilities, protect my own fiercely, and always do as I say."

Sun Guanghui’s eyes flickered as if he had heard her.

"Tell your dad to be more careful these days."

Lin Nianhe waved at him.

Sun Guanghui’s heart skipped a beat and he didn’t even have the presence of mind to question his mother about the watch anymore.

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Before he could finish, Mrs. Sun pulled at him: "You listen to her bluffing! What can she do to your dad as just a green girl? As long as your grandfather is here for one day, I’d like to see who dares to touch your dad!"

Sun Guanghui: "..."

He actually wanted to say that Lin Nianhe would definitely do something, and she would surely be able to do it.

But looking at his mother’s spiteful demeanor, he suddenly didn’t feel like talking.

By now, he could probably understand how much Wang Shumei detested his mother.

He fell silent.

He looked around, searching for Wang Shumei’s figure.

He wanted to tell her that he understood.

He also wanted to say sorry to her.

Sorry, I was abrupt in liking you and bringing you home without having resolved my family conflicts.

I failed to protect you.

He couldn’t find her.