His warm breath sprayed on her neck, both tickling and numbing.
Tang Yue subconsciously held her breath, before she could react, Mo Siyu had already straightened up and left without looking back.
Mo Siyu left her with only an arrogant and lonely silhouette.
Watching his retreating figure, a thought silently rose in Tang Yue’s heart: she would definitely work hard to beco a better person, good enough to be worthy of standing by his side.
After leaving the train station, Tang Yue headed straight for the hospital.
Mo Xiaolin had sprained her ankle, but after the doctor’s manipulation, her foot was completely fine now.
"Aunt Mo, the ID has been delivered to Uncle Mo," Tang Yue said with relief after seeing Mo Xiaolin’s foot healed.
Mo Xiaolin smiled broadly and thanked her: "Xiao Yue, thank you so much this ti."
"You’re welco, Aunt Mo. Next ti, be more careful when walking," Tang Yue carefully advised.
"Okay." Mo Xiaolin’s satisfaction with Tang Yue only grew over ti, and as the days passed, her fondness for Tang Yue increased day by day.
Deep down, Mo Xiaolin couldn’t help but regret that Tang Yue was only seventeen. If she were older, they could have brought her into the family sooner.
*
Jiang City.
Tang Mingli hurried to the city on the earliest bus. As soon as he got off, he went straight to find Wei Jiajia with so stead buns.
"Jiajia." When Tang Mingli arrived, Wei Jiajia was busy.
Wei Jiajia had just finished calculating the prices for a custor’s clothes and was packing them when she heard Tang Mingli’s voice and looked up joyfully: "How co you’re here?"
"Is the wound on your body healed?" Wei Jiajia paused in her packing, and if it wasn’t for the constant flow of people, she probably would have checked his wound herself.
"It’s almost healed," Tang Mingli said with a smile, seeing the worry on her face and feeling very happy inside when he looked at her.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but for him, it was even worse. She occupied his dreams every night with her smiling face.
"You sit down for a while." Wei Jiajia moved a stool for him to sit.
But Tang Mingli chose to kneel down and help Wei Jiajia pack the clothes.
After taking stock so many tis, Tang Mingli was quite the expert at packing clothes; he finished the task quickly. Wei Jiajia saw off the custors, who comnted on how well-matched they looked, leaving her heart even more delighted.
Once the custors had left, Wei Jiajia glanced at his back from ti to ti: "Is your wound really okay? You just exerted yourself; is it all right?"
"Don’t worry, it’s fine," Tang Mingli said nonchalantly. His eyes had not left Wei Jiajia’s figure since he ca in.
"Didn’t you skip breakfast? Co on, eat up before the buns get cold," Wei Jiajia said, feeling shy under Tang Mingli’s gaze.
Tang Mingli chuckled, ’Heh heh,’ and handed her another at bun: "You haven’t eaten either, have you?"
"Mm, thank you." Wei Jiajia’s stomach was growling with hunger, and the at bun arrived just in ti.
"Mingli, how are things going with the factory? Have the sewing machines arrived? Are the fabrics all okay?" While savoring the delicious at buns, Wei Jiajia asked.
Even though the at buns tasted no different from what she usually ate, she found them particularly delicious this ti.
"Everything is good. The factory can start operating tomorrow. I ca here today mainly to stock up more goods. Once I go back this ti, I don’t know when I’ll be able to co back to the Provincial City to restock," Tang Mingli said, and started thinking about the possibility that he might not see Wei Jiajia for a long ti.
"Then I wish your clothing factory a prosperous start and booming business," Wei Jiajia said cheerfully, feeling a pang of tenderness as she watched Tang Mingli start from scratch.
"Thank you for your kind words," said Tang Mingli, as he began to purchase clothing stocks. Wei Jiajia’s children’s wear sold extrely well. Although slightly pricier than others, the quality and designs were superior.
Once custors shopped at his store, they would continue to return, making the custor retention rate impressively high.
"Jiajia, once I get through this busy period, probably by Mid-Autumn Festival, I will co to your house to propose," Tang Mingli mustered his courage to say. It was sothing he had planned before coming.
He imagined proposing by Mid-Autumn Festival and, perhaps, being able to have a wedding by the end of the year.
"Mid-Autumn Festival?" Wei Jiajia paused as she was tidying up the clothes. Her face flushed, not expecting Tang Mingli to move so quickly.
"Yes, Mid-Autumn Festival. By then, the factory should be stable as well, and I will bring my mother along for the proposal," Tang Mingli wished he could marry her imdiately, but they hadn’t t each other’s parents yet, and he knew such matters couldn’t be rushed.
"Alright," said Wei Jiajia, her face glowing red with excited joy.
"Jiajia, do your parents know about us dating?" Tang Mingli asked nervously.
With a sweet smile revealing her deep dimples, Wei Jiajia said, "They know. My sister told them. They haven’t t you yet, but they are very satisfied with you."
"Really?" Tang Mingli looked at her excitedly, having been constantly worried that Wei Jiajia’s parents wouldn’t approve, especially since Jiajia had always lived in the city, but now she might marry into a rural area.
"Of course it’s true. Why would I lie to you?" Wei Jiajia’s eyes twinkled with a smile. "Mingli, I’m really looking forward to the clothes from your factory being sold."
"Okay," Tang Mingli responded. With ti pressing, Tang Mingli had to go and restock and couldn’t say more.
Tang Mingli hurried off to purchase more goods. After stocking up, he had to rush back to catch the return bus. Reluctantly taking the goods with him, Tang Mingli repeatedly reminded her that he would co to propose during Mid-Autumn Festival.
"I’ll be waiting for you," Wei Jiajia waved at Tang Mingli and watched as he disappeared from view, her smile slowly receding.
Her parents’ words echoed in her mind.
"Jiajia, if you insist on marrying him, then you won’t be able to run the family shop anymore."
"Also, you will receive your dowry, but from then on, we won’t offer any more help."
"Jiajia, you’ve grown up in the city. Although he now owns a shop, does he earn as much as you do in a month?"
"Even though he’s about to open a clothing factory, do you really think it’s that easy?"
"If the factory doesn’t do well and the clothes don’t sell, even if he sold himself, he wouldn’t be able to pay off the loans."
Wei Jiajia lowered her head. Except for her sister’s support, her parents didn’t approve of her relationship with Tang Mingli. But she was determined to marry him, believing that their life together would only get better over ti.
Even if the clothing factory incurred losses, she would stand by his side.
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