A Young Woman's Heart

Although this is actually his own home.

Mo Xueyao nodded quickly, appearing somewhat reserved.

Hua Yinyin lay completely on top of Mo Xueyao, ignoring the presence of Wang Jiale's father.

However, it's fine for a girl to hug like that; no adult would think it's a big deal.

Same-sex relationships are not yet widely known in this era.

People generally wouldn't think of that aspect.

Besides, even if they knew, they wouldn't think that way.

After all, most people are 'normal'.

"By the way, Dad, why don't you and Mom argue much?"

“Me and her? Why would we argue? Haha, we were mutually in love.” Wang Jiale’s father laughed, grabbing his ankle. “Speaking of which, the story of how your mother and I got together back then was quite interesting.”

"How did they get together?" Wang Jiale's gossip-loving soul began to burn.

“It’s simple. Your mother and I were classmates back then. We stopped going to school after elementary school. I never expected that we would run into each other again in this city when we were twenty years old.” Wang Jiale’s father couldn’t help but laugh when he thought about the past. “Back then, I hadn’t gotten my driver’s license yet. I worked as a co-driver for truck drivers—mainly to remind them not to fall asleep. She became the receptionist for our company.”

He paused, then continued:

"Actually, we don't see each other very often. We only see each other a few times a week. I also have to take my driver's license test and go to work, so I don't run into her very often."

"At first I was quite surprised to run into an old classmate, but I gradually got used to it."

"A year passed like this, and suddenly my family started pressuring me to get married. After returning home for the New Year, I wondered who I should choose?"

"Because I don't want to be in an arranged marriage, I want to find someone myself."

Then I thought of your mother.

"So I went and confessed my feelings."

Wang Jiale's father stopped, as if the story had come to an end.

"That's it?" Wang Jiale rolled her eyes. "I thought it would be more exciting."

"Don't rush, I'm a little thirsty. Lele, can I have a sip of your Sprite?"

"Hey, if you're going to drink it, drink it all. I don't want to drink your saliva..."

"You dislike me that much? You used to love eating things I had bitten when you were little."

"That was when I was a kid!" Wang Jiale raised her hands in dissatisfaction and slapped them hard on her father. "Tell me what happened next!"

"Then we just chatted," Wang Jiale's father said, adjusting himself to a more comfortable position. "Your mom said, 'This is too sudden.'"

"Of course, but how exactly did they agree to it?" No one else spoke, only Wang Jiale asked, mainly because it was someone else's family matter and others shouldn't ask too much.

But everyone's attention was still quite focused.

"Then I told her how much land my family owns, how many oxen we have, how much I would get, that I'm the only unmarried one of the three sons in the family, and that the rest of the money my parents had saved would be mine..."

"That's too direct..." Mo Xueyao couldn't help but mutter.

“This is all about marriage, so I had to be direct. I told them everything I have, and that I liked her virtuous wife and loving mother personality since elementary school.” Wang Jiale’s father nudged Wang Jiale’s arm. “Hey, you didn’t inherit your mother’s virtues at all.”

"Modern women don't need to be virtuous!"

"So, modern women don't want anything at all?"

"Independence and self-reliance are what's important!"

“Stop letting slogans brainwash you.” He shook his head and continued, “It just so happened that your grandma was there after get off work that day, so I told her directly, ‘I like your daughter,’ and then I repeated what I had just said. Your grandma thought I was a pretty good person, so she told your mom to keep me hanging on, and then choose me when there’s no one better. But what kind of person is your mom? She immediately told me what your grandma had whispered, and then rejected me outright.”

"And then?" Wang Jiale asked, resting her chin on her hand. "Did something happen—like a hero saving a damsel in distress? Or did something turn in your life that made Mom take a liking to you?"

"Later... I said, okay, if you don't find anyone suitable, come find me anytime. If I haven't found anyone, I'll definitely agree." Wang Jiale's father finished Wang Jiale's Sprite. "Then three whole years passed, and we didn't have much contact. I also stopped working at that company. I was thinking that I would have to rely on blind dates or arranged marriages by my parents, but then I bumped into her on the street—we really bumped into each other, haha..."

Wang Jiale's father laughed happily, although no one else found it particularly funny.

"Then when I saw it was her, I was a little curious and asked her if she had gotten married recently or if she had a boyfriend."

She said no, and then I said, I don't have any either, let's just make do.

“I was just joking and didn’t take it seriously, but she thought about it carefully and then said she wanted to test me.”

Wang Jiale's father paused deliberately as he spoke.

Wang Jiale readily agreed and asked, "What kind of test?"

"The test is to make her like me. If she does, then the test is successful."

"What kind of test is this..." Wang Jiale asked, puzzled.

Her father nodded as well: "At first I didn't understand what it meant either, so I just casually confessed my feelings again."

She said, "I'm sorry, I don't like you."

I told you—it's okay, it's not your fault if you don't like me.

"Then she said, 'I like you now,' and then we had a serious relationship, and then we got married."

"Such a simple, casual, and boring love story." Wang Jiale ran barefoot to the refrigerator and grabbed another can of cola. "Is that all?"

"Then what else do you want?"

"It should be epic and full of twists and turns, with tangled love and hate, a love rival, a fall into the depths of despair followed by a rise to the top, obstacles from both sets of parents, and several more reversals..."

“That’s a TV series, not the lives of most people.” He chuckled. “Most people don’t have such complicated stories. They’re just simple everyday stories, like firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. If you wrote those in a novel, nobody would read it. That’s why you have to write complicated stories.”

"Tch, what a waste of time."

"Why did they choose you in the end?" Mo Xueyao asked cautiously.

"No reason, it's just that I couldn't find anyone suitable, and I ended up being the most suitable, haha. But, it's also a matter of fate."

As he was speaking, the phone rang. After a few brief words, he stood up again.

"Alright, he's finally settled his wife's matter. I have to go out now. Your mother isn't coming back tonight either. Are the four of you going to spend the night together?"

“Yes, overnight!” Wang Jiale nodded vigorously.

“Okay, you definitely can’t cook, so you guys go out to eat.” Her father opened his thick wallet, took out a fifty-yuan note, thought for a moment, put it back, and took out a hundred-yuan note instead. “Keep the rest for yourself, don’t spend it recklessly.”

"Thank you, Dad!"

"You're only this eager when it comes to money. Don't become a money-grubbing woman in the future." Wang Jiale's father shook his head, pushed open the door, and walked out.

This was just a minor incident. After her father left, this place once again belonged only to the four of them.

But before that...

"Lele, finish your homework before you play."

"Uh, let's do it tomorrow..."

“No,” Li Wanyan said firmly, taking on the responsibility of supervision.

……

Chapter 259 Role Playing on Paper

It wasn't until evening that Wang Jiale finally finished her homework.

Keep in mind that today is the second to last day of the holiday, and in reality, Yu Kong High School doesn't have that much homework; it only takes two hours to finish each day. But she still has a lot left over.

If it weren't for Li Wanyan's guidance and supervision, she probably wouldn't have been able to finish by midnight.

Actually, Wang Jiale isn't lacking in academic talent; she's just easily distracted by things she's not interested in.

One can imagine that when she does her homework alone, she probably writes for five minutes, then eats a snack for five minutes, then writes for ten minutes, and then watches TV for twenty minutes...

The fact that she still managed to finish her daily homework shows that the amount of homework at Yukong High School is really not that much.

"It's done!" Mo Xueyao, who had been writing and drawing in a blank notebook, suddenly looked up and shouted excitedly.

"What's wrong, Xiao Yaoyao? You've been writing all sorts of random stuff." Hua Yinyin asked, resting her chin on her hand.

“It’s not some random nonsense.” Mo Xueyao pointed to her simple drawing. “Cthulhu, don’t you know about it?”

"Oh—this is a description of what you drew?"

“Not entirely!” Mo Xueyao flipped the previously blank draft to the first page. “Look, I’ve drawn a simple aerial view of the city, and then there are some plot details behind it, but of course I can’t show them to you now.”

"Let me think...like the role-playing games that Youyou often likes to play?" Wang Jiale asked, biting the tip of her pen and tilting her head.

"Yes, that kind, Lele, do you have dice at home?"

"Dice? There should be some, I remember my dad had dice in his mahjong set." Wang Jiale stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles on her skirt from sitting for so long. "I'll go look for them."

For a business owner's household, a mahjong set and playing cards are essential items.

Sometimes when the outside world is cracking down hard, it's just a group of people gathering at home to gamble.

Sometimes, you even have to deliberately lose some money.

In business, most of the time, dinner parties and card games are just a pretext for something else entirely.

Wang Jiale pulled out a box of mahjong tiles from under the bed, rummaged through it, and quickly found two dice about the size of a thumb.

"Found it!" She casually slammed the lid shut, then dashed back in a flash. "Here you go, Xiaoyao, how do you play?"

“Hmm…” Mo Xueyao turned to the first page and pointed to some simple drawings on it. “So the story begins. You are on a ship, and now the ship has docked.”

“I’ll read it,” Li Wanyan suddenly waved to her.

"Oh? Wanyan's here?"

“Okay, you guys play, I’ll be the ‘computer’.” Li Wanyan nodded gently.

"Huh? Isn't the class monitor supposed to be quiet?" Wang Jiale asked curiously, tilting her head.

Hua Yinyin poured the last drop of liquid from the cola can into her mouth: "The class monitor just doesn't talk much usually, it doesn't mean she doesn't like to talk. Last night when she was drunk, she talked a lot in her dream!"

Li Wanyan's expression remained unchanged, as if the person Hua Yinyin was talking about wasn't her.

But clearly, she wasn't completely unaffected, because her cheeks were still slightly flushed.