When celebrating Chinese New Year, everyone would gather with their families. The Liang Family was no exception.
Every year around this time, Liang Ziheng’s aunt and uncle would bring his cousin Lu Jialan to gather at their house.
Normally the big boss who was busy and majestic would also put on an apron and make dumplings happily together.
But the youngsters usually lacked interest in making dumplings. At the very least, Lu Jialan had no interest in it.
She just stirred salad at the table. Translated by The Novelst
“Bro! Hand that yogurt sauce to me. No, not that one, that one’s no good!” she yelled.
The housekeeper also took a holiday to go home to celebrate Chinese New Year. How was Liang Ziheng supposed to know where she kept the sauces? He opened the fridge to see it filled to the brim with vegetables and meat, so he searched around and finally managed to find it in another fridge.
The sibling-like pair leaned on the countertop to make food and eat on the sly, chit-chatting all the while.
Lu Jialan then asked, “That thing, what happened afterwards? I saw she got together with another guy that’s already graduated?”
Liang Ziheng was baffled: “Who?”
“I’m talking about Xia Rou.” Lu Jialan wanted to avoid that name.
Ever since learning her cousin was going to chase Xia Rou but that his feelings were not reciprocated, she felt uncomfortable about Xia Rou.
“She already has a boyfriend?”
“Mn. I saw them twice. I think he’s probably her boyfriend.”
Liang Ziheng let out an, “Oh…” and put a slice of orange in his mouth without saying anything else.
A few minutes later, he asked, “What kind of person is it? He’s already working?”
“My dorm mates say he’s a white-collar worker. It seems like he has some connections with the drama club. He’s been helping out the last two years as outside assistance to the drama club.”
She took a glance at her cousin and admitted, “His looks don’t fall short of yours.”
Women’s shoes and bags, men’s cars and watches. Even if he didn’t know his background, he could tell somewhat by judging his car and watch.
“How would I know,” said Lu Jialan. But thinking again, she said, “But there was once I saw them in front of the school entrance. He was taking a taxi.”
Liang Ziheng was surprised.
He threw away the orange peel and lit up a cigarette. In the smoke, he recalled Xia Rou.
She was able to see things clearly and knew her own value, knew what he wanted from her, and rejected him without even thinking twice.
But she had found herself an ordinary white-collar boyfriend…
“What’s going on with you two? Do you still have a chance?” Lu Jialan asked.
“…No,” Liang Ziheng said, flicking his cigarette. “She doesn’t have any interest in me, so I’ve given up.”
“Then good…” Lu Jialan let out an enormous sigh of relief. “I don’t like that Xia Rou at all!”
Liang Ziheng gave a slight smile.
He felt a little regretful.
“That Xia Rou you’re talking about…”
A man’s voice came from behind them. The pair turned around at the same time to see Lu Jialan’s stepfather standing there, his expression a little puzzled.
He asked curiously, “How old is she this year?”
Liang Ziheng was shocked.
Thinking about it, his uncle’s surname was also Xia…
His name was Xia Hongjun.
Xia Rou was having fun following Cao Xiong to West Xinjiang. Once they finished celebrating Chinese New Year and returned to the capital, her cheeks remained a rosy, bright red.
Wei Qi returned two days before her, sending her messages every day looking forward to her early return. His grievances seemed to almost pierce through the phone and leak out.
Every time Xia Rou saw it, she couldn’t help but laugh.
She was laughing herself silly at her phone again… Cao Yang glanced back from the passenger seat through the rearview mirror then turned to look outside.
After looking for a while, he couldn’t wait longer and took another glance at the rearview mirror. He saw her expression turn unusual.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, turning around.
Xia Rou stared at her phone. “My phone died.”
“Change it for a new one,” Cao Yang said, not taking her seriously.
Xia Rou replied with a “Mn.”
Actually while she was scrolling through her messages, she had received a call.
She didn’t have it saved, but it was impossible for her to forget that number. It was Liang Ziheng.
Her phone was set to vibrate and then ring. Luckily she had reacted fast and rejected the call before the ringtone blasted.
Why had Liang Ziheng called her? She looked out the window expressionlessly. She had made things clear during their last call.
If it was like this, there was only one possibility.
Her phone vibrated once again and she rejected it without hesitation, turning off her phone.
Though everything had been arranged accordingly when they left for the trip, the most comfortable place was still their own home.
But after being home for only a day, Xia Rou was going out again.
Cao Yang came out of the elevator to see Xia Rou holding her jacket, waiting at the entrance.
“Going out?” he asked. Translated by The Novelst
“Going on a date,” Xia Rou was in a good mood and smiled brightly, using an index finger to poke at her cheek and act cute.
But… she seemed to… have failed in acting cute…
Big brother’s expression didn’t look well.
Cao Yang scanned her appearance. Her long hair was tied behind her head, looking difficult to tie. She also had some pearl clips in her hair. She looked… especially beautiful.
It was obvious that she had dressed herself up for this date.
Cao Yang couldn’t explain the feelings he was experiencing.
Proofread by: Hannah
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