70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Yang Yihe was deeply moved and couldn't help but reach out and hug her aunt: "Auntie, I will live a good life."

"Ah."

Chen Qing ruffled her hair, hoping that Xiao He and He Yuxiang, the two children who suffered in the original story, could be happy.

Xiaohe has a house in the capital, so Chen Qing tossed the car keys to He Yuxiang: "Take Xiaohe home."

He Yuxiang took the package and put the bags and packages prepared by his aunt and uncle into the trunk before taking Yang Yihe to her small house.

Xiaoyu was reluctant to leave.

She'll go see Sister Xiaohe tomorrow!

After leaning against the doorframe for a while, Chen Qing put his arm around her shoulder and said, "I heard from Mao Mao that you and Fu Shuyan haven't seen or talked for a year?"

Xiaoyu pouted and said, "I wanted to talk to Fu Shuyan, but he wouldn't listen to me, so I wrote him a letter hoping that he would be happy in the future."

Xiaoyu felt a little sad, feeling that as people grow up, it's easy for friends to drift apart.

Wang Wenming is like that.

Fu Shuyan was the same.

Xiaoyu sighed, "This is the adult world, I guess."

"So, are you now focusing all your efforts on preparing for the Olympics?"

"Yeah, I'm going to South Korea next year. It's so annoying." Xiaoyu has run into South Korean referees several times. She finds them utterly disgusting. Once, she clearly dominated her opponent, but the referee said she fouled. The new rules were just introduced, and she had no idea about them. As a result, the referee ruled her score invalid!

Xiaoyu scratched her head, "I have to keep an eye on their new rules so I don't fall into their trap."

"Yes."

Chen Qing had nothing to say.

The referees from South Korea are truly renowned.

Just as Xiaoyu was about to turn around and go back inside to clean with everyone, Fu Shuyan suddenly arrived.

Chen Qing gave the two of them the space in the front yard.

Xiao Yu stepped forward and asked, "How did your mission go?"

"It's fine." Fu Shuyan's voice was a little hoarse. His gaze lingered greedily on her face for a moment, then he restrained himself and looked away, landing on the door frame behind her.

Xiao Yu's eyes were still so bright, and there was no gloom in her smile. It seems that she has been doing well in the year since he left.

This realization caused Fu Shuyan a dull ache in his chest, yet also a strange sense of relief.

"Can I ask you why you haven't spoken to me for a year?"

Xiaoyu took half a step forward, closing the distance a little.

Fu Shuyan clenched his fists tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white.

He Yuxiang's words from the small courtyard in Guangdong Province once again sharply flashed through my mind.

“I feel I need to improve, and constantly contacting you will make my boss think I’m unreliable.”

"I see."

Xiao Yu responded softly, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible disappointment at the end.

She lowered her head and rubbed her toes against a small pebble on the ground.

This subtle movement annoyed Fu Shuyan. He wanted to say no, it wasn't like that.

But he could only abruptly change the subject: "In the letter you wrote to me, you wished me success in my blind date... I didn't go on a blind date."

"It was your dad who said that?" Xiaoyu looked up, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"He's talking nonsense."

Fu Shuyan immediately denied it, but his heart sank.

really.

His father not only nags him, but he also goes to Xiaoyu and talks nonsense about her!

"Oh, I see."

"Ah."

A silence began to fall between them. Fu Shuyan felt very uncomfortable with this awkwardness when they were together, and asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a year: "Did you succeed in your blind date?"

He knew this might be He Yuxiang's way of provoking him, but it was also his nightmare.

Xiao Yu's eyes darted around, a hint of understanding flashing in her round almond-shaped eyes. It must have been her brother who said it. Then she pursed her lips and said, "I didn't go on a blind date. Forget it, we parents were both wrong in this matter, so let's call it even."

"Row."

Fu Shuyan immediately agreed.

Xiao Yu hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, looked up at him with clear eyes, and asked, "Fu Shuyan, do you like me?"

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely and freeze at this moment.

Fu Shuyan felt as if all the blood in his body rushed to his head, only to freeze instantly.

His pupils trembled violently, his ears were ringing, and he could only hear the frantic pounding of his heart, one beat after another, heavily striking his chest.

Sweat seeped from his temples, quickly gathering into beads, rolling down and tracing the taut jawline.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Say 'I like it'?
He hasn't saved enough money to sever ties with his father yet.

Not only that, but over the past year, he has handled countless cases in order to get promoted and get closer to Xiaoyu. However, his father used his connections to block the approval of his promotion, ostensibly to "give him some time to hone his skills." He can't give Xiaoyu anything while he's with her.

Say 'You don't like it?'

But he really liked it for many, many years.

He knew all her preferences, was familiar with her social circle, and always habitually followed her. All of this made it impossible for him to utter those three words.

He could only stand there, frozen in place.

We await Xiaoyu's trial.

Xiaoyu continued to stare at him stubbornly, her gaze clear and unwavering, awaiting an answer. Her eyes held inquiry, expectation, and perhaps even a hint of nervousness that she herself was unaware of.

It was unclear how much time had passed; perhaps only a few seconds, but to Fu Shuyan it felt like an eternity.

He saw the faint light in Xiaoyu's eyes slowly dim.

Xiaoyu was the first to look away, her long eyelashes drooping down and casting a small shadow under her eyes.

Then, Xiaoyu smiled very softly, a smile that showed relief and letting go.

Xiao Yu called his name again: "Fu Shuyan".

Her tone softened and became more relaxed: "We'll still be friends."

friend.

Fu Shuyan murmured those two words, and hot tears welled up in her eyes without warning, quickly spreading across her cheeks.

He raised his hands, covering his face in a disheveled manner, trying to hide his uncontrollable weakness, but warm liquid kept overflowing from between his fingers and dripping onto the dry ground at his feet.

His broad shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and suppressed, broken sobs leaked from his palms.

"Xiaoyu..."

He cried and called her name, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

Xiaoyu was clearly stunned by this sudden breakdown.

She paused for a moment, then hurriedly pulled a tissue from her pocket and handed it to his hand, which was covering his face.

Seeing that he didn't answer, she hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently patted his violently heaving back, as if comforting a child who had suffered a great injustice.

"Don't cry..."

Xiaoyu seemed a little lost, and her voice softened.

Fu Shuyan cried even harder, her pent-up emotions finding an outlet, and she could no longer stop.

Xiaoyu was afraid that if he cried too hard, his aunt and uncle would come out and ask him what was wrong, which would make him even more embarrassed. So she quickly turned around and ran into the yard, pushing out her bicycle: "Get on, I'll take you home."

Fu Shuyan stared at the familiar bicycle, feeling somewhat dazed.

He sat in the back seat of her countless times, traveling through the streets and alleys.

The wind was warm, the sun was bright, and her ponytail brushed against his cheek, carrying the fresh scent of shampoo. Everything was naturally beautiful.

He didn't refuse, and silently sat down, his hands somewhat awkwardly gripping the metal bar under the seat.

Xiao Yu started pedaling her bike, going very fast at first, the night wind whistling past her ears.

Fu Shuyan sat behind her, watching her back arch slightly as she exerted herself. The faint scent of shampoo wafted over on the night breeze, exactly as he remembered.

At that moment, time seemed to truly flow backward.

But he knew there was no going back.

"Slow down, you have no idea how much I miss you..."

Xiao Yu paused almost imperceptibly while pedaling the bicycle.

"Whenever I have a spare moment, I think about you, wondering if you're training, if you're tired, if you've gotten injured again. During missions, the toughest times, just thinking about you helps me get through them..."

He spoke haltingly, tears blurring his vision once more.

"I don't dare to see you yet. I'm afraid my dad will say something hurtful to you, afraid I can't give you anything right now, afraid I'll hold you back..."

"Xiaoyu, it's not that I don't like you..."

The last sentence, as light as a sigh, drifted on the wind, yet struck Xiaoyu's heart heavily.

She finally brought the car to a slow stop, supporting herself on one foot.

The streets were quiet, with only the occasional sound of a car passing by in the distance.

She had her back to him, didn't turn around, but just gripped the handlebars tighter and tighter.

Xiao Yu still didn't turn around.

She gazed at the empty street ahead, illuminated by streetlights.

After a long, long time, Xiaoyu took a soft breath and started pedaling her bicycle again.

This time, the speed was much slower.

Steadily, it drove towards Fu Shuyan's house.

The wheels rolled over the road, making a soft sound, as if measuring the relationship between them that had become complicated and heavy again.

But once all the pretense is torn away, what is revealed is the undeniably real distance.

The moonlight shone quietly on them, casting long shadows that sometimes separated and sometimes overlapped. (End of Chapter)