rslcontracting Chapter 1229 - 735: Fate
Chapter 1229 - 735: Fate
Informing the elder colleagues about this matter, Luo Ye and Zhao Qianqian were more than happy, both of them eagerly looking for a legitimate reason to wander around.
Unexpected news often brings unexpected effects. As of now, dealing with Zan Wenxing is a minute’s matter, but the underlying threads are still partly hidden. Maybe walking more, listening more, might yield some results.
"Luoluo, lend me your shoulder for a moment, I’m almost holding something in," Having left the Cultural Troupe courtyard and finding no one around, Zhao Qianqian could no longer hold it and started to laugh wildly leaning on Luo Ye’s shoulder.
Luo Ye rolled her eyes, looking at the sky: "It’s not that big of a deal, is it?" Although saying this, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up.
Lu Zhishan’s memorial service and the performance happened to be on the same day, so when Mr. Wang heard Liu Yumei’s report, his face quickly turned into a bitter melon look: "The front foot is looking mournful, and then immediately laughing like crazy, putting joy and mourning on the same day, how can one live like that?"
Of course, Mr. Wang was very pleased with Liu Yumei’s proactive assistance, he promptly praised her and agreed with her arrangements, reminding Luo Ye and Zhao Qianqian to be meticulous and patient with the elder colleagues, respecting them multiple times, blah-blah-blah, only releasing them when they were almost falling asleep from listening.
"It’s been a long time since anyone treated me like a child, especially seeing Mr. Wang’s earnest and serious look, it just makes me want to laugh." Zhao Qianqian finally stopped laughing.
"Mr. Wang is actually quite a nice person. It’s understandable he’s a bit long-winded; he hasn’t been much involved in management for those years, suddenly taking over, of course, he doesn’t want any mistakes occurring.
People of this age do things very seriously, by this age, although they’re not looking to be promoted to some position, having a good reputation is definitely necessary."
"That’s true, the seriousness and responsibility of this generation are truly admirable, I remember when I was little..."
Zhao Qianqian’s recollection indeed gave Luo Ye a more objective understanding of the Zhao Family. Mr. Zhao is meticulous, Mrs. Zhao is straightforward, together they often argue, but unlike others who get more distant, they get closer, and now their relationship is almost enviably harmonious to the younger generation.
"If in my life I could meet a man as responsible as my dad, I’d be satisfied." Zhao Qianqian concluded.
Luo Ye then joked: "Our Wen Bao at home is truly of that type, serious and reliable, you two are quite a match. This cannot be delayed, go back and deal with it immediately, maybe next year I can eat pig’s head meat."
"If you want to eat pig’s head meat I can go buy it for you right now." Zhao Qianqian pretended not to understand.
"Keep pretending, just keep pretending..." Luo Ye gave her a sidelong glance, "If you keep throwing me these empty words, I won’t care about you anymore."
Zhao Qianqian pouted: "Then don’t care, as long as Wen Bao in your house stays single, you’re comfortable."
"What you said..." Luo Ye was utterly speechless.
"Under normal circumstances he certainly wouldn’t stay single, but in abnormal ones, you know, a little sabotage here, a bit of meddling there..."
Luo Ye interrupted her: "Sounds like a plan, then I simply won’t introduce him, you handle it yourself."
"Alright, as long as he doesn’t have anyone in his heart, I’m not afraid."
"Miss Zhao, Miss Luo, Miss Zhao, Miss Luo..." As they were whispering, they heard someone behind them calling urgently, turning around they saw Li Baohan hurrying over.
Zhao Qianqian swiftly greeted him: "Grandpa Li, sorry, haven’t had the leisure these days to stop by your house, how is Aunt feeling now?"
"Good, completely well, she’s been talking about you two a lot, knowing you’re busy with work, I didn’t want to bother you..."
Luo Ye laughed: "Grandpa Li, look at how formally polite you are, do you usually speak like this?"
"Not really..." Li Baohan laughed embarrassedly, "My wife said since you are cultured people, talk to you civilly."
"Aunt is quite interesting too." Zhao Qianqian’s smile curved her eyes, "How about we visit Aunt tonight?"
"Good! Good! Good!" Li Baohan responded repeatedly, two deep furrows formed on his cheeks, "If my wife knew, she’d be overjoyed."
Luo Ye became serious: "Grandpa Li, we can go, but you need to promise us one thing, don’t tell Aunt Li. Her health suffered a big hit, she can’t be stressed now, if you tell her, and she busies herself over us, then it’s better we don’t go."
Grandpa Li nodded repeatedly: "Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you, I’ll give her a surprise, but she surely will scold me after you’ve left.
Sigh, let her scold then, at this age, one must take care of their health, I’ve come to understand, this lifetime, only the two of us depending on each other, no one else to count on."
Seeing Grandpa Li’s expression, it was clear that he was reminded of his two sons. This kind of matter, as outsiders, Luo Ye and Zhao Qianqian naturally couldn’t meddle. Therefore, after checking the time, Luo Ye said, "Grandpa, we’ll go handle our own business first. We’ll come over at eight tonight."
"Alright, alright, you guys go ahead, you guys go ahead." Li Baohan smiled apologetically, "In the evening, could you come over a bit earlier? No matter how it turns out, let’s eat together."
"Grandpa, the reason we chose to come over at eight is so Aunt doesn’t have to hustle. There’s plenty of time, and once Aunt’s health improves, we definitely won’t be polite with you," Luo Ye said.
"I know how to cook; these days, I’ve been doing the cooking. My hand-rolled noodles aren’t bad. Back when my wife was in confinement, I made noodles for her every day and got good at it. If you don’t mind, would you try my zhajiang noodles?"
Li Baohan looked at the two expectantly. Clearly, he was thinking of repaying them, but given his economic situation, he could only repay them in this way.
Luo Ye and Zhao Qianqian exchanged glances and readily agreed. If they didn’t, it would truly make him misunderstand that they looked down on him.
The two went according to the list, notifying the Cultural Troupe’s elders one by one. There were some easy to talk to, and naturally, some were difficult. After leaving the last house, it was already four-thirty in the afternoon. Zhao Qianqian patted her empty stomach, "Luoluo, it seems we forgot about lunch."
"Now that you mention it, I do feel hungry. Why don’t we..." Luo Ye pointed at a cake shop ahead, "Why don’t we buy some cake to tide us over? There’s still a while until dinner."
The cake shop owner was a beautiful young woman in her thirties, with dimples at the corners of her mouth that made her particularly endearing. "Little girl, here for some cake?" she greeted warmly as Luo Ye and Zhao Qianqian entered.
Zhao Qianqian pointed at the tiger skin cake in the showcase, "Yeah, give us two pieces."
"Mommy, I want some too." A sturdy little boy playing with toy blocks on the sofa came over, hugging the woman’s leg and acting spoiled.
"Fengfeng, didn’t Mommy tell you? Eating too much will bring tooth worms. Remember how Sister Hua Hua’s teeth hurt? Do you still want some?"
"Sister Weiwei said my teeth won’t hurt." The boy clung to the woman’s leg, his eyes twinkling with tears.
After handing two pieces to Luo Ye and Zhao Qianqian, the woman cut a small slice and handed it to her son, smiling apologetically at Luo Ye and Zhao Qianqian. "This little thing is spoiled by me. Don’t worry, whatever I cut is what we eat ourselves and wouldn’t deceive anyone."
"Miss, we trust you just looking at you. By the way, can I have a glass of water? It’s a bit dry." Zhao Qianqian, truly hungry, took a few big bites once she got her piece, and ended up choking, stretching her neck out helplessly as Luo Ye patted her on the back, mumbling under his breath, "Reincarnated as a hungry ghost."
"Sis, isn’t my mom’s cake delicious?" The little boy smacked his lips in delight, contrasting sharply with his tearful face from earlier.
"Little thing, you’re adorable." Unable to resist, Zhao Qianqian pinched his soft cheek, "Wow!..." and the little fellow howled as if stabbed with a knife, "Hey hey, don’t cry, don’t cry, did that really hurt?" Zhao Qianqian urged helplessly.
"Don’t mind him, he’s faking." The woman handed glasses of water to Luo Ye and Zhao Qianqian, amused and frustrated. "This brat loved sweets since young. The back teeth are all cavity-ridden. I’m worried they’ll be bad when he gets older, so I don’t give him much. Look, he’s screaming without a single tear in sight."
"Mommy, bad mommy. I want Daddy, I want Daddy..." The little boy sat on the ground, kicking and crying.
"You..." The woman’s face turned pale. She bent down to hug her child’s little head, "Be good, Fengfeng. I’ll make candied pork knuckles for you tonight, okay?"
"Okay." The child’s cries stopped abruptly, as if cut off.
"Fengfeng, are you being naughty and bullying your mom again? You bad boy, bullying my aunt when I’m not around. Watch how I’ll deal with you. Aunt, you’re constantly spoiling him. If this keeps up, how can it go on?"
With those words, a graceful young girl walked in, pausing as she saw Luo Ye and Zhao Qianqian munching on cake, "It’s you?"
"Hi, what a coincidence." Zhao Qianqian smiled and nodded, "I didn’t expect your family to be here."
"Weiwei, you know them?" The woman asked, puzzled.
"We took the train back together." Zan Weiwei spread her hands, "Aunt, fate works in mysterious ways. A passerby might cross paths countless times and become intertwined intimately, and how it will turn out, no one can foresee."
"You kid, all philosophical with your aunt again." The woman chuckled helplessly, "You’re quite a handful too."
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