"It’s getting late, I need to head back to the old house. You shouldn’t stay here alone either, you should head back too."
Han Yixiao obediently nodded, then moved a half step to the side.
Xia Wan’an understood her action was suggesting she should leave first. So without making a fuss about it, she bent down to pick up the osmanthus brew from the ground, said "Goodbye" to her and left first.
As she watched Xia Wan’an’s figure disappear from her sight, Han Yixiao looked down at the train ticket in her hand. Her fingertips involuntarily fell onto the eleven digits Xia Wan’an had written. With great reverence, she caressed the string of numbers again and again. Only after a while did she carefully put the ticket into the innermost pocket of her clothing.
She was the first to offer her help in this world, and the first to save her... She would always rember the scene at the banquet, where she had protected her from a piping hot soup carried by a waiter, without hesitation...
Her na was Xia Wan’an, her sister-in-law, the only person in the world who was good to her, so she ought to reciprocate her kindness many tis over.
...
As soon as Xia Wan’an passed through the rose garden, she saw Han Jingnian hurrying towards her.
Even though he was a distance away, she could sense that the man seed to be anxiously searching for soone.
Soon, Han Jingnian spotted her. His pace did not slow down, but Xia Wan’an noticed that he seed to have exhaled in relief.
When they encountered each other, the expression on Han Jingnian’s gently attractive face remained composed, "What are you doing wandering around here alone?"
His tone was calm, and he seed so unperturbed that it appeared like the anxiety she had caught a glimpse of earlier had just been her imagination.
"I lost the little mirror, I’m trying to find it..."
"Little mirror?" Han Jingnian was montarily puzzled before realizing that she was referring to the cat in her arms, but his gaze quickly fell to the little pot she was holding.
Seeing his reaction, Xia Wan’an lifted up the osmanthus brew in her hand: "I ran into Auntie while looking for the little mirror, and she asked to bring this over."
Han Jingnian nodded, "Let’s go, it’s dinner ti."
Xia Wan’an replied with an "Oh", and followed Han Jingnian towards the old house. As they walked, she stole glances at Han Jingnian, wondering if he had co to the backyard just to find her for dinner.
After two steps, Han Jingnian suddenly stopped.
Xia Wan’an, thinking that her sneaky glance had been caught, held her breath nervously. After a little while, seeing Han Jingnian gaze back at the osmanthus brew in her hand, she relaxed. She was on the verge of asking him what was wrong when he suddenly reached out, took the osmanthus brew from her fingertips, and continued walking.
Xia Wan’an looked at Han Jingnian’s retreating figure, blinking in confusion: "..."
Three seconds later, she hurriedly followed Han Jingnian, hugging the little mirror.
It was only when they were close to the entrance of the old house that Xia Wan’an realized the significance of Han Jingnian’s action just now, he had simply... helped her carry the osmanthus brew.
...
After dinner, Xia Wan’an recalled the matter she needed to discuss. She waited until Han Jingnian and her sister-in-law Lu Yangui were not in the room with her and her grandmother, before she brought it up: "Grandma, there is sothing I need to ask you..."
Hearing this, the old lady imdiately laughed, "What is it, An’an? Just tell , I’ll agree to anything."
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Xia Wan’an hesitated for a mont before finally saying, "Grandma, I want to be the director of the design departnt..."
As soon as Xia Wan’an finished speaking, Han Jingnian’s voice ca from behind, "What?"
Startled, Xia Wan’an turned around to look at Han Jingnian, who had just left a while back but had now reappeared.
"What did you just say?" Han Jingnian, elegantly holding a cup of hot tea, sat down on the sofa and asked her to repeat what she had just said.
"I was talking to Grandma..." Xia Wan’an was unsure of Han Jingnian’s intent and felt unnecessarily guilty.
"Yes, An’an was telling that..."
Han Jingnian, as if afraid that the old lady would complete the sentence, interrupted her again, "I know, I was asking what you were discussing with Grandma?"
He had heard it clearly, so why was he asking her again... Hesitating for a while, Xia Wan’an finally replied earnestly, "I was telling Grandma, I want to be the director of the design departnt."
Han Jingnian took a sip of his tea, and he seed not to have heard clearly. In a gentle tone, he replied, "Hmm?", then asked again, "What was the second half of that sentence?"
Xia Wan’an felt a strange vibe from Han Jingnian at this mont, but she couldn’t pinpoint what it was, so she braced herself and repeated the second half of the sentence again, "I want to be the director of the design departnt."
"Alright."
PS: Han Jingnian’s amazing maneuvering~
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