The teenager simply doesn’t understand, with a face full of indifference.
The woman sighed.
"Chenchen, you need to understand, Dad and Mom can’t be with you forever, nor can your Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan, or Fang Qing... You are a man, you need to strive for what you want yourself, rather than always hoping others will give it to you."
"Keep working on the problems."
The woman sat beside him, supervising.
Jiang Chen lay on the bed, his gaze on the desk, watching the teenager struggling with extracurricular problems, watched the woman supervising beside him, and his lips unintentionally curled up.
At that ti, he certainly didn’t understand the deeper aning of his mother’s words, he only felt pushed by his parents, without freedom, like a bird with its wings tied, only wanting to grow up quickly, thinking once he’s grown up, he can do whatever he wants...
And now.
He’s beco the adult he dread of becoming as a child.
Jiang Chen looked at the ceiling covered in cracks.
If his mother knew he wasn’t bluffing, not only fulfilled his ambitious words from back then but also over-achieved them, she might jump up and smack him, wouldn’t she?
"Ding."
Jiang Chen stared at the ceiling for a mont, then picked up the phone placed beside his pillow.
It was a ssage from his neighbor Qing i.
His mother was worried he’d drift apart from Qing Gege when they grew up, but what happened? Aren’t they still sleeping in rooms opposite from each other, just like when they were kids.
If she saw this.
Mother would be pleased.
But at the sa ti.
She might also feel a slight regret.
"My mom asks if you need anything."
Jiang Chen moved, adjusted his position, and typed on the phone, "I’m already lying down."
"Hmm."
How to deal with it?
"Just the bed is a bit hard."
Jiang Chen continued typing.
"Add more cotton padding."
Fang Qing replied.
"Where am I supposed to get so much padding?"
"Co over and get so."
This is the real manifestation that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors.
"Forget it, it’s past nine, not early, I won’t disturb Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan’s rest."
Jiang Chen paused for a mont, then continued typing.
"You’ve changed your bed already, haven’t you?"
Really making conversation from nothing.
Indeed.
For this third or fourth-tier small town worker compound, past nine is already a quiet night, but for Jiang Chen returning from a big city, there’s not much sleepiness yet.
"Yeah, changed to a 10cm latex pad."
...
See.
It’s hard to change one’s inherent nature.
Isn’t this obviously teasing him?
Such a scher.
"That should be really comfortable to sleep on."
Jiang Chen pretended to be unaffected.
"It’s okay, quite soft."
Jiang Chen grinned and retaliated, "A mattress can’t be too soft, it’s bad for your health, sleeping too long on it might lead to spinal issues."
"It’s still a bit better than a hard wooden bed, which is uncomfortable."
...
After all, he’s a boss.
Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan both know.
Don’t they know how to respect him at all?
"Indeed it’s a bit uncomfortable, how about a deal?"
Fang Qing replied with a "?"
"Lend your bed to sleep on."
This is a habit ford over years, ingrained in his bone marrow.
He might bend but never break.
Even if the outco is always tightly controlled by the other party, when it cos to words, from childhood, he rarely yields.
The other party is typing...
Then a ssage pops up quickly, without any thought or pause.
"Co."
Such a concise and clear reply.
Clean and straightforward word.
At this mont.
It’s undoubtedly a stage of a courage contest.
"Have Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan slept?"
"Not yet, soon."
Fang Qing candidly and honestly.
"Oh."
This is undoubtedly a signal to sound the gong to retreat, everyone has a way out, but Qing Gege seems unwilling to accept a win-win ending.
"Co on, my bed is quite big."
Jiang Chen sighed.
Are all lawyers like this?
Don’t they understand the saying ’to be lenient when possible?’ at all.
Do they really still think they are children?
Jiang Chen sent a [smiley face] over, "How big is it."
His friendliness was expressed clearly, but the other party didn’t bite, just directly sent a photo.
"Enough?"
Looking at the photo, no doubt it’s enough, should have been taken from the end of the bed, if not 2 ters by 1.8 ters, it’s at least 1.8 ters by 1.8 ters, definitely able to sleep two normal adult males.
Undoubtedly.
Even if he doesn’t lie down, just looking at the photo makes it seem like it would be very comfortable to sleep on.
But Jiang Chen wasn’t tempted at all, only feeling a sense of helplessness.
This is like a fencing match.
You were just indicating to stop, but your opponent ignored it, pressing forward relentlessly until you had to admit defeat and beg for rcy.
However, you can’t really bla them.
This competition was clearly initiated by him.
"Why did Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan give you such a big bed? There’s no room for anything else in your room."
Jiang Chen started maneuvering, employing his art of diversion.
"I heard them enter the room."
...
Jiang Chen’s eye twitched.
"?"
Imdiately, another question mark popped in.
Don’t you understand what it ans that you can kill a gentleman but not humiliate him?
"Hold on."
Jiang Chen sent a ssage back.
[Smiley Face]
The last emoji sent by Qing Gege was truly a blow below the belt.
The chat interface fell silent.
In the window of the old dorm building’s east side, Fang Qing, wearing pajamas, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, put down her phone, found her headband, put it on, and then lay on the soft bed.
No doubt about it.
Another complete victory.
Although it’s been a while, the feeling is still so familiar.
Her parents had indeed entered the room.
Fang Qing gazed at the night outside the window.
"Knock knock knock..."
The sound from outside broke Fang Qing’s tranquil state. She suddenly turned and looked at the bedroom door, her eyes full of surprise and suspicion.
"Knock knock knock..."
The knocking wasn’t loud, faint yet so distinct.
"Ding—"
The screen lit up.
Fang Qing sat up in disbelief and picked up her phone.
"Open the door."
That guy.
Crazy?!
"Knock knock knock..."
The knocking continued.
Fang Qing didn’t have ti to reply to the ssage and hurriedly put on her slippers, quickly walking out of the bedroom.
The living room lights were already off.
Her parents had already gone to sleep.
Fang Qing rushed to the door, opened it, and sure enough, saw that guy, who should have been sleeping next door, shalessly standing at the door, wearing slippers just like her.
Compared to his calm deanor, Fang Qing seed a bit nervous.
"What are you doing?"
To avoid waking her parents, Fang Qing instinctively lowered her voice.
"You told to co sleep, didn’t you?"
Truly shaless.
How thick-skinned does one have to be to say such things so casually?
"Are you looking for trouble?"
Fang Qing gritted her teeth.
With the situation instantly reversed, he remained unfazed and boldly said, "Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan are asleep, aren’t they?"
"Did Tong Dan give you fake wine to drink?"
"Pfft—"
Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh.
Not just because of Qing Gege’s humorous words, but also because of her current expression.
Shy, anxious, embarrassed...
Quite... endearing.
"Who’s there..."
Ultimately, she couldn’t avoid disturbing the parents.
After all, the house wasn’t that big.
Fang Weiguo had probably fallen asleep after drinking, and Pan Hui ca out of the bedroom.
"Aunt Pan, it’s , I ca to borrow so mosquito coils from Fang Qing."
He ca prepared!
"Oh, I’ll get so for you."
Pan Hui quickly found a box of mosquito coils, "Take them all, if there are many mosquitoes, light a few more."
"Sure, good night, Aunt Pan."
Jiang Chen expressed his thanks and looked proudly at Fang Qing as he left.
Qing Gege silently endured the humiliation, gritting her teeth.
"Go back to sleep."
Pan Hui, of course, didn’t notice the little secret between the two kids, closed the front door, and suddenly noticed her daughter’s slightly red ears.
"Are you hot? If you’re hot, turn on the fan."
"No, I’m not hot."
Fang Qing hurried back to her room, leaving her mother confused.
"This child."
"Bang."
Closing the bedroom door, Fang Qing, who had always been successful in past confrontations, felt quite out of sorts after losing so badly this ti. She picked up her phone.
"You’d better not leave if you dare."
See.
People are actually the sa.
Clearly lost, yet unwilling to admit defeat.
The opponent mimicked her, and a copy-paste-like emoji popped up in the chat window [Smiley Face]
What was it they said?
Selfish and heartless!
Fang Qing’s chest heaved, worthy of a legal wizard, she quickly recalled the unt agreent from before, and typed swiftly.
"Transfer that five thousand dollars to !"
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