This bunk bed, Mr. Xiao indeed put effort into making it.
And because it needs to be disassembled and moved at any ti, the craftsmanship required is unlike an ordinary bed.
After a week of huge fuss at ho, this bed is just taking shape.
It’s the result of Mr. Xiao and Ding’s brainstorming and discussions.
If it were just relying on one person, the progress would have likely been delayed even further.
"Mom, Dad, I’m leaving now."
Early in the morning, Wen Ran sat in the backseat of Xiao Chenye’s car, waving casually at the two, "Off to military training."
"Take it easy," Mrs. Xiao, still a bit worried, advised, "If you feel unwell anywhere, don’t hold on, rember to find your brother!
If he won’t help you out, tell when you get ho, and I’ll spare a mont to deal with him!"
This was said with absolute sincerity.
The smile on Wen Ran’s face beca even brighter, though she rembered how Xiao Chengguang really upset her last ti.
This ti, recalling, Wen Ran lightly tricked him again.
"Mom!"
Wen Ran clapped her hands, realizing sothing, "If you hadn’t ntioned my brother, I almost forgot.
Look, our child with Chenye is about to learn to walk, but my brother hasn’t even touched the shadow of a bride, this..."
She looked like she wanted to say more but stopped, Mrs. Xiao realized, and slapped her thigh.
Angrily, "Damn little brat, I knew sothing was missing that left my heart feeling empty recently."
"Well," seeing Mrs. Xiao’s anger being easily stirred, Wen Ran smiled gracefully, "Mom, getting married sotis depends on fate.
We can’t force it."
"Whether or not we force it, at least the attitude needs to be clear," Mrs. Xiao waved her hand, "Alright, thanks for reminding about this.
I’ll rember it, there are quite a few households around us with daughters, I’ll give it a look later."
"Great!"
Having successfully tricked Xiao Chengguang, Wen Ran finally vented her anger.
She cheerfully patted Xiao Chenye’s shoulder, "Alright, we should head out now. If we linger any longer, we’ll be late."
"Okay."
Xiao Chenye watched the skilled complaint and tricking of Wen Ran, secretly sweating for himself.
Goodness, lucky he didn’t offend his wife.
Otherwise, with his tactics, he would’ve been sorted out clearly long ago.
"Be careful and safe at school," Xiao Chenye advised while pedaling the bicycle, "Just as mom said, when in doubt, find your brother."
"Don’t worry," Wen Ran said boastfully, "You don’t have to keep reminding .
Complaining is complaining, ordering is ordering."
Just because she complained to Xiao Chengguang, doesn’t an she can’t order him around?
No way, people really underestimate her thick-skinned nature.
Xiao Chenye: "..."
How to put it.
Suddenly feeling sorry for his old brother.
Although it was he who married the wife, his old brother also got implicated.
Since they are in the middle of military training, Xiao Chenye couldn’t enter the school and had to drop off Wen Ran at the school gate, letting her walk in by herself.
Honestly, after realizing this outco, Xiao Chenye felt a bit lost.
Originally, he thought of using the chance to declare sovereignty, but now, it seems he thought too wishfully.
Well!
After all, it’s four years of college; eventually, he’ll find an opportunity!
"Wrap the scarf tightly."
"Mm."
Wen Ran hopped off the bike, waved at Xiao Chenye, "Head back and rest, I’ll go in now."
"Okay."
Watching Wen Ran’s figure disappear in the distance, Xiao Chenye reluctantly turned the bike around, getting ready to leave.
When Wen Ran turned her face, she could only see Xiao Chenye’s hazy silhouette.
"Sigh~"
Another separation, alas~
Wen Ran hadn’t even finished sighing when she turned her head, bumping right into soone with bright eyes.
She stood firm, unmoved like a pine, but the young man Wen Ran bumped into was rather miserable.
He fell squarely on his back.
"Wait!"
In the next mont, Wen Ran reached out to hold him, but...
It was a little too late.
Their four eyes t, Wen Ran was shocked, "It’s you!"
The man sat on the ground, the things he was holding scattered everywhere—even his glasses had gone askew.
He looked at Wen Ran, sighed, took off his glasses, and put them back on. Wen Ran noticed the tear mole at the corner of his eye.
Strangely enough, it complented the man’s elegant and classy deanor.
Wen Ran didn’t think much of it elsewhere, just awkwardly praised him, "Haha, what a coincidence running into you again.
Thank you for saving last ti."
She squatted down, nimbly helping to gather the fallen items, "This ti it’s my fault for not looking where I was going, being reckless.
Sincerely sorry, I’ll help you pick everything up."
"No worries," the man stood up, taking the things Wen Ran tidied up, helplessly, "Last ti, even if I didn’t intervene to help.
With your skill, you probably wouldn’t have suffered too much."
Wen Ran widened her eyes, "Huh?"
"Wen Ran, right?"
Wen Ran sheepishly scratched her head, "Seems like my reputation has grown bigger."
"Mm," the man adjusted his glasses slightly, with a rather flat tone, hard to say whether complinting or sarcastic, "You’re a celebrity now."
"By the way," Wen Ran smiled cheerfully, "Since fate has brought us together.
We’ve t twice in this crummy place, what’s your na? I still don’t know it.
Also, looking at you, you don’t resemble a professor, you’re a bit too young.
Are you a student? Are you a senior, or...?"
Usually, the tenderness is held back, solitary and proud.
Yet today, she didn’t know why she suddenly felt warm, outgoing, and cheerful.
Perhaps, because the man helped her before and was now bumped by her.
That sense of guilt maybe.
Anyway, Wen Ran felt the man before her was quite familiar, engaging with him felt naturally warm in speaking and acting, creating a friendly vibe.
But Wen Ran’s sequence of words left the other person baffled directly.
He rubbed his brow, "My last na is Luo, Luo Wei."
Ah?
How could it be this na?
Wen Ran touched her chin, sharply comnting, "This na doesn’t quite match you."
Such a refined handso guy, with a na like Ze Wen or Bo Wen, would be more fitting, but Luo Wei... goodness, that disconnection shoots up instantly.
Luo Wei chuckled, "You’re not the first to say that.
But, it’s a na given by my parents, can’t really change it, right?"
"Change what? The na’s powerful," Wen Ran opened her mouth, spinning tales, "Maybe it fits you perfectly."
The more she spoke, the more Wen Ran felt her words made sense, "Look at you, too refined.
Standing unsteadily, I barely bumped into you, and you took off flying, with a na like Wei, there should be a bit of dignity, you will stand more steadily next ti."
Luo Wei: "..."
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