Capítulo 2063: Chapter 2062: Dreams That Will Never Co True
“Why did you stop shopping?”
Wen Jin asked with a smile as Jing Xiaocha walked over.
Watching Jing Xiaocha shop at the counters just now was quite amusing.
Jing Xiaocha gave a cheeky smile and touched her stomach, “If I keep shopping, my stomach will start singing an empty tune.”
Wen Jin’s smiling gaze swept over to Jing Xiaocha’s hand that was touching her stomach.
The smile at the corner of his mouth deepened, “If you’re really too hungry to cook, then let’s take Little Hui out to eat.”
“You bought so much stuff and still want to treat and Little Hui to a al?”
Jing Xiaocha widened her eyes in disbelief.
She really wanted to reach out and touch Wen Jin’s forehead to check if he had a fever.
“It’s not just for you two; I need to eat too, and having more people makes it livelier.”
Hearing this, Jing Xiaocha’s eyes dimd.
She suddenly thought of the ti during the New Year when she flew across the Pacific Ocean to see Wen Jin.
Sitting in a taxi following him to the cetery, seeing his lonely back in the cetery.
Sowhere in her heart, unknowingly, ached a bit.
“What’s wrong?”
Wen Jin thoughtfully noticed Jing Xiaocha’s unusual state, raised an eyebrow, and asked with concern.
Jing Xiaocha ignored the indefinable ache at the tip of her heart.
A smile lifted on her graceful face as she pretended to be cheerful, “Now you have Sister Ou, so you won’t have to eat alone in the future.”
“That’s still a distant thing.”
Wen Jin spoke lightly.
He and Ou Yihan were only dating, not yet married.
Although he was aiming for marriage, the future is uncertain, and whether they end up together depends on fate.
“How can it be distant? By the way, when you ca back, didn’t Sister Ou co back with you?”
Wen Jin’s dark eyes flashed a bit, didn’t answer directly, but asked back, “Didn’t I just tell you? I ca back early; Yi Han is still on vacation.”
“Did you tell ? It seems like you didn’t.”
Jing Xiaocha was puzzled by Wen Jin’s question and reached out to scratch her head.
She was angry earlier and didn’t pay attention to whether Wen Jin told her or not.
“Maybe I rembered wrong, don’t be too hard on your brain. If you really beco foolish one day, what will happen to the novel you’re halfway writing?”
“Am I that easily foolish?”
The two chatted as they walked out of the mall, and the staff who went to get their items was already waiting at the mall entrance.
Seeing them co out, the staff imdiately respectfully handed Wen Jin his keys, telling him the car was parked in its space.
Wen Jin took out a tip to give to the staff, who thanked him again before leaving.
After getting into the car, Jing Xiaocha thoughtfully remarked, “Having money is really nice.”
Wen Jin had just settled into the driver’s seat and heard her comnt.
A small smile played on his lips as he looked at her with laughter in his eyes, “Then work hard to make money and beco a queen yourself.”
Jing Xiaocha chuckled, “I don’t have the destiny to beco a queen; as long as I’m worry-free, I’m satisfied.”
Her demands were simple; simply being happy was enough.
Having endured much hardship during her childhood, Jing Xiaocha neither aspired for great wealth nor wanted to lead a luxurious life in high society.
Wen Jin pointed to her seatbelt, his voice cheerful and buoyant in the car, “You’re already worry-free; those two million are enough for you to eat for a lifeti. Moreover, you’re still earning, and things will only get better. You can set higher goals; with effort, dreams co true.”
Jing Xiaocha fastened her seatbelt and then looked up at Wen Jin’s smiling brows.
Suddenly, a faint voice rang in her heart: My biggest dream is to see you often, but I know this dream will only drift farther from .
Wen Jin noticed Jing Xiaocha looking at him silently, his gaze flickered slightly.
Maybe the car was too confined; the silent gaze made the atmosphere subtly awkward.
Even the sound of each other’s breathing was distinctly audible.
Wen Jin broke the silence and the subtle mood, “Have you thought about it? What dream?”
Jing Xiaocha abruptly snapped back to reality, pulling a smile at her mouth, “What grand dreams do I have? Just eating and drinking my fill every day without a hungry stomach is enough.”
Wen Jin burst into laughter at her words, “As long as you don’t laze around, you’ll never be fasting.”
Jing Xiaocha gave a self-deprecating laugh, “Brother Wen, you didn’t experience the poverty of my childhood; you wouldn’t understand how I feel. I don’t seek great wealth; I just hope that those I love and those who love are safe, healthy, and happy.”
“Your wish will surely co true.”
Wen Jin’s expression changed slightly but quickly returned to normal.
Jing Xiaocha cheerfully said, “I’m planning to visit the temple in a few days to pray and tell my wishes to Buddha.”
“That sounds good.”
Wen Jin smiled, agreeing with her idea.
Jing Xiaocha also smiled; happiness really is easy to co by, “I’ll go this weekend and take Little Hui with .”
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Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha each carried a bag of groceries upstairs.
Because Little Hui was in the house, they didn’t use the key but knocked on the door instead.
Inside, thudding footsteps could be heard, followed by the sound of the door opening.
Only the first thing that broke into view wasn’t Little Hui’s dark face but rather a cup noodle box blocking his face.
“Auntie, why are you eating instant noodles again?”
Little Hui waved the cup noodle box in his hand and shouted at Jing Xiaocha.
Jing Xiaocha looked at the box in front of her and suddenly felt so annoyed that she wanted to smack her own head, and she actually did just that.
This ti, Wen Jin’s attention was on the instant noodle box.
He wasn’t quick enough to stop Jing Xiaocha from smacking her head; instead, his brows furrowed when the sound rang out.
“Not only do you eat instant noodles, but also hit yourself. If you’re going to hit, hit your mouth, not your head.”
Wen Jin’s gaze bore into Jing Xiaocha, clearly displaying his displeasure on his handso brow.
Even the words that ca out carried a hint of coolness and sarcasm.
His expression truly changed as fast as the weather.
Jing Xiaocha blinked guiltily and took the box that Little Hui handed to her, then fiercely glared at Little Hui.
This little guy was getting better at tattling.
“Auntie, Uncle Wen said eating too much instant noodles isn’t good, right, Uncle Wen.”
Little Hui ignored his auntie’s glare and warning, looking up at Wen Jin.
On his dark little face, it seed to say, Uncle Wen, you must manage Auntie; don’t let her eat instant noodles anymore.
Wen Jin looked aside, glancing coldly at Jing Xiaocha, carrying the bags as he led the way into the living room and headed straight to the kitchen.
He didn’t answer Little Hui, nor did he scold Jing Xiaocha again.
But Jing Xiaocha felt a tingle on her scalp, and Wen Jin had already entered the kitchen, yet she still felt his overpowering presence.
Little Hui blinked bewilderedly.
Reaching out to pick up the bags from Jing Xiaocha’s hand, he ran over to the kitchen.
Jing Xiaocha heard Little Hui’s voice speaking in the kitchen, “Uncle Wen, I’ve finished my howork; I’ll help you out.”
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