"Really? This afternoon, you clearly said you had to return to Bo Academy after ninth grade, saying how busy you were, and there weren’t enough people. Didn’t you say all these things yourself? Or did I imagine hearing it?" Yu Hui was initially surprised, but then reconsidered and felt sothing was off. She snorted coldly and glared at him with disdain, pulling away from his embrace and angrily retorting.
"I called Professor Zhou for tomorrow and asked him to go over. It’s actually fine, I can still make ti. Then, I’ll accompany you to the snowy mountain for skiing, doing all the things we couldn’t do when we were young. When I retire, I’ll take you abroad for a trip," Jiang Yuyang held her hand, smiled, and pulled her back into his embrace, letting his chin rest on her shoulder.
"You’re sweet-talking. Think about it, how many tis have you bailed on over the years? When I was thirty-five, we agreed to go skiing together, but then you got a call from Bo Academy and went to Anshan for archaeology, gone for over four months, and only contacted twice. At that ti, our son was only eight, and my dance studio was so busy. Tell about yourself..."
"Yes, yes, yes, I’ve owed you and the family too much. So, can I start making ands now?"
"You could spend your whole life making ands and still not clear the debt."
"Then I’ll use the next life, and if that’s not enough, then the life after that."
"In the next life, I don’t want to know you, I don’t want to marry you, best if we don’t et."
"I want to, I want to know you, I want to marry you, alright? Wife." Jiang Yuyang continued to coax her gently, knowing Ms. Yu Hui had always responded to softness rather than firmness. When she got angry, she would beco particularly stubborn and was quite adorable.
Here, Jiang Yuyang was exerting great effort to coax Ms. Yu Hui, while Nie Cenjin and Jiang Baizhou had gone to the supermarket to buy what Ms. Yu Hui needed and then went to a nearby restaurant to pack three dishes, all of which were her favorites, as per Jiang Yuyang’s request.
On the way back, Cen Jin held Jiang Baizhou’s arm, carrying the lightest bag in her other hand, and tilted her head to ask, "Do you think... while we’re out, dad might be coaxing mom? There’s just two days until New Year, and if they keep on cold war-ing, what are we going to do? Will there be no New Year’s Eve dinner?"
"Judging by my mom’s usual style, probably. But it’s alright, we can eat at your place too." Jiang Baizhou didn’t think it was a problem, as he had always found Aunt Qin very considerate ever since he was studying. Whenever he t her, she’d warmly greet him and ask if he had eaten, and he’d naturally reply that Ms. Yu Hui hadn’t cooked for him. Then Aunt Qin’s motherly instinct would overflow and she’d start doting on him.
He rembered once in middle school, when Ms. Yu Hui and Jiang Yuyang had an argunt that affected him, ’Jiang Baizhou’. That night, Ms. Yu Hui clearly didn’t want to cook, and he was planning to grab so fast food outside. Just as he stepped out of the courtyard, he bumped into Aunt Qin, who was returning with groceries. Calmly, he greeted, "Aunt Qin."
"Oh, Bai Zhou! Heading out? Have you eaten?"
"No, I was planning to eat outside."
"Huh? Eating outside? Why eat outside?"
"Mom’s not planning to cook tonight."
"Hui Zi isn’t planning to cook? What is she up to? You’ve been at school all day, you must be hungry! She’s not cooking..." As she spoke, Aunt Qin suddenly rembered Jiang Yuyang had returned yesterday and seed to understand. She smiled and said, "Alright, no need to eat out, it’s not good and not healthy. I’m about to cook, and you still have howork, right? Just co to my place to eat! Cen Jin is upstairs doing howork too. You two can study together, and when it’s ti to eat I’ll call you both. Also co over for breakfast tomorrow morning."
Every ti Ms. Yu Hui got angry and Jiang Baizhou was left without als, Aunt Qin would warmly invite him over for als, at least three als, often studying with Cen Jin too. He sotis even looked forward to going to Cen Jin’s house for als, sitting at the sa table doing howork with her.
But every ti he was caught in the crossfire of his parents’ fights, he felt quite hopeless. He had countless thoughts of hoping his parents would have a second child to share the burden. But then thought, forget it, if instead of sharing, it beca an added burden on him.
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