Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 88 - 87 Comforting Su Yuncheng

Chapter 88: Chapter 87 Comforting Su Yuncheng

Lin Nianhe had never liked chatting before.

When she first arrived at Ten Miles Team, her chats were quite utilitarian—seeking information, analyzing situations.

Including idle chats with Uncle Liu from the public security station’s gatehouse, all had the same purpose.

But recently, she found that the gene of enjoying idle chat, typical of Beijing people, has awakened in her.

No purpose, just pure chat, simply idle chatting.

She attributed this to the peace and comfort of these days, considering it a low-cost but high-gain hobby to develop.

This wasn’t surprising to the aunties in Ten Miles Team, as in their memory, Educated Youth Lin had always loved chatting.

Su Yuncheng also felt that he shouldn’t be too surprised, after all, she could chat enthusiastically even with Uncle Liu.

But that time, he had only seen the outcome and not witnessed the process.

Now, seeing it with his own eyes, he finally realized how boring his so-called "chatting with her" had been.

Su Yuncheng stood by the ridge, rarely dumbfounded.

The boring chats before, he had already tried his best.

Perhaps she never kept him around because she found him too boring...

Looking at her now, chatting animatedly with the two aunties next to her, not even glancing back once.

Brother Cheng was plunged into his first profound self-doubt ever.

In the field, it was unexpectedly Widow Zhao who first noticed Su Yuncheng.

She had a deep-seated, instinctual fear of him; his mere presence sent chills down her spine.

"Miss Lin, Miss Lin! Your brother has come!"

Widow Zhao hurriedly reported, then immediately bowed her head, pretending to check the corn roots for aphids, although these pests generally go for the leaves.

When Lin Nianhe turned her head back, she was still smiling brightly, her radiant smile even more dazzling than the sunlight.

Seeing Su Yuncheng not far behind her, with a slight frown, his eyes cool, as if pondering some perplexing issue.

Was this... something even Aunt Wang didn’t know? Or had he encountered some trouble?

Lin Nianhe glanced at the team leader who had already turned away pretending not to see, patted the dirt off her hands, and stood up to walk towards Su Yuncheng.

The ground in the field was soft, making Lin Nianhe’s walk unstable.

As she walked, she took off her work gloves and wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Brother Yuncheng, what’s up?"

She stopped by the ridge, looking up at him.

Su Yuncheng looked at her, reined in his emotions, and shook his head: "It’s nothing, I’m fine, I... you take a break, I’ll help you."

He finally found a tiny bit of something he could do for her.

Lin Nianhe looked at him, blinked twice and then smiled, "Alright."

She handed him the gloves directly.

She didn’t ask him if he knew how to work, or say any other nonsense. She sat on the ridge and handed him the red scarf used to shield her face, "Here, don’t scratch your face."

With a mischievous smile on her face.

Su Yuncheng sincerely advised, "Keep it on, it blocks the sun."

After saying this, he dashed into the cornfield as if he was escaping.

Her prank successful, Lin Nianhe laughed out loud.

She didn’t know why Su Yuncheng had that expression, or what he had been through; she accepted his help just because she thought he was like her—

When she was extremely annoyed, she also liked doing some monotonous tasks that didn’t require much thinking to clear her mind.

Of course, she preferred a good meal even more.

Thinking this, Lin Nianhe licked her lips.

Maybe she should comfort him in her own way?

She looked at her wristwatch; it was past four o’clock.

Lin Nianhe looked up at the team leader who was pretending to be blind: "Uncle, if my brother helps me with the work, can I go back to cook now?"

Team leader: "Do whatever you want."

"Alrighty, thank you, Uncle!"

Nianhe jumped down the ridge and staggered behind Su Yuncheng, bending over to pat his shoulder: "Brother Yuncheng, you keep working; I’ll go make dinner. Hurry back later, okay?"

Su Yuncheng nodded, whispering, "Go have a rest; I’ll cook tonight."

"Hehe, sure." Nianhe didn’t argue, swinging her little hands as she confidently left the cornfield.

Because Nianhe, who served as the communication bridge, was no longer there, the conversation between Aunt Li and Widow Zhao gradually ceased.

This made the team leader breathe a sigh of relief.

If he could have his way, he would have wanted to keep the diligently working Comrade Su here and send Nianhe to work in Public Security.

He thought that, with her persuasive skills, even the toughest criminals would be talked into submission by her.

That would be making the best use of her; it’s not harmful to others...

After Nianhe got home, she immediately took a quick shower, washing off all the dust.

Then she sat on the edge of the heated brick bed, toweling her hair as she seriously considered—

What to have for dinner.

She actually felt like eating shabu-shabu.

She had a copper pot, coal, and even plenty of mutton.

But the problem was, Su Yuncheng just checked her food storage that noon.

Hard to explain.

Nianhe mulled it over for a while and then suddenly had a brilliant idea.

In the cornfield, Wang Shumei flexed her sore back with a depressed sigh.

That unjust Nianhe, having Aunt Li and Widow Zhao and forgetting about her entirely. She could’ve easily pulled her into their chat...

"Shumei, Sister!"

Li Hehua ran over, cupping her hands around her mouth to call out to Wang Shumei.

"Hey!"

Wang Shumei immediately perked up, jumping to her feet.

Then a blur of stars floated before her eyes.

"Sister Lin asked me to tell you, your brother has come! He’s waiting for you at the Educated Youth Corps," Li Hehua waved to her.

"Okay, thank you."

The team leader: "..."

He felt he might have to plot another fake leave.

Wang Shumei walked neither too fast nor too slow, even taking Li Hehua home first.

Her brother would definitely have written a letter or sent a telegram if he were coming. Since he hadn’t, it must be—

"Spill it, what do you need me for?"

Arms crossed, Wang Shumei looked at the smiling Nianhe, her lips pursed.

She knew it; it must be Nianhe using her brother as a pretext to seek her out.

Nianhe flashed a pleasing smile, dragged her into the backyard, into the house, and only after locking the door did she point to a sack on the floor: "Open it up and see for yourself."

Wang Shumei, anticipating something good from her posture, eagerly went to untie the sack.

Inside the sack, there was half a slab of fresh mutton and a bunch of pears.

Nianhe leaned against the wall, like a cold, money-making machine: "What do you say, want it?"

"Want!"

Wang Shumei nodded vigorously, her eyes unnaturally bright: "How much can you give me?"

Ah, the meat, one could tell without thinking that it would sell well.

"You might want to figure out how much you can actually eat first," Nianhe advised. "The mutton is fresh and can’t be kept for long, although pears would last... Oh right, they just sent these over for me to try, I haven’t asked about the price yet, but it won’t be outrageously expensive."

She couldn’t very well say that she’d hastily taken it out, without even having a chance to check the market price of mutton, right?

Nianhe sighed inwardly.

Such a clumsy lie, anyone other than Wang Shumei, dazzled by the meat, would have spotted the issue.

She never imagined that, in trying to console Su Yuncheng, she would also take such a risk.

Beauty leads to misjudgment, ah.