Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack

Chapter 682: Chapter 662: An Encounter in a Narrow Path, He Juncai (21)

”Let’s go, let’s head back.” Luo Qianqian looked at her empty hands with a sigh, all the food was left in the store.

Then she turned towards Xiao Mei and Xiao Wu, who were still nearby, pursed her lips, and walked toward them, ”Why?”

Xiao Mei withdrew her gaze from the taxi and looked down into Luo Qianqian’s distinctively black and white eyes, holding onto the man beside her, ”Little kids don’t understand anything, sometimes, money is really important, you’ll understand when you grow up.”

After speaking, she left with Xiao Wu.

Luo Qianqian raised an eyebrow at He Wenyu, who, upon receiving Luo Qianqian’s questioning look, also shook her head in confusion, how would she know?

Jimo Cheng squinted his eyes as if thinking about something, then also said, ”Let’s go.”

Back at the hotel, He Wenyu, under the bright lights, pointed to her arm and complained to Luo Qianqian, ”Look, look, just because you blabbed, my mom hit me so hard, it’s all red, hurry and rub it for me.”

Luo Qianqian, with a helpless expression, touched He Wenyu’s arm and still couldn’t help commenting, ”I haven’t even washed my hands yet, what with candies, plum candies...”

”Stop, stop, stop, go away...” He Wenyu immediately pushed Luo Qianqian away with a look of disgust, ”But honestly, what did Sister Xiao Mei mean?”

With a face full of confusion, her mother had always treated Sister Xiao Mei well, why...

”There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests,” Lin Jiayou remarked after some thought, clearly having realized something.

Luo Qianqian paused for a moment, ”Is it because my godmother pays her too little?”

He Wenyu glared at her irritably, ”My mom’s salary, even if not high, is definitely not low, for someone who has been with her for so long, how could she be too harsh?”

”That’s true...” Luo Qianqian, puzzled, looked towards Jimo Cheng, always feeling that she could get an answer from him.

Jimo Cheng raised an eyebrow, merely flashing a smile, ”Go take a shower, it’s been a tiring day.”

Luo Qianqian felt speechless, what had she done? Just tired from a day? Eating, then having dessert, and then... wandering the night market for snacks.

Actually, to put it plainly, the whole day was spent eating.

Sulking, she went into her room to brush her teeth, wash up, and take a bath, then turned to He Wenyu brushing her teeth, ”Could it be that she asked my godmother for money and didn’t get any?”

”Hardly...” He Wenyu paused mid-action, deep in thought, her mother never mentioned such a thing.

”Or is it about asking my godmother to set her up with someone?” Luo Qianqian logically speculated, ”Then she liked a guy, but he demanded a certain amount of dowry she didn’t have...”

”Stop it, have you had too many plums? Has water gotten into your brain? Even if that happened, she’s like my sister. Would my mom also need to worry about the dowry, or should she start worrying about nursing care?” He Wenyu put down her toothbrush, rinsed out the toothpaste foam, and continued, ”If it’s related to interests, it must be about money, but my mom never delays wages.”

”Right, did my godmother handle the insurance?” Luo Qianqian quickly asked, wondering if it was this issue, but then again, it didn’t seem right. Xiao Mei was not that old, she probably wouldn’t care so much about insurance, would she?

”I’ve paid, and my dad has too, but it seems like all the employees chose to take an extra two hundred yuan in salary instead of the insurance,” He Wenyu said, deliberating over the conversations between his parents.

”Forget it, who knows?” Luo Qianqian spread her hands helplessly, ”Speaking of which, you do have a mole here, otherwise how would they know you’re staying at a hotel?”

”I know,” He Wenyu stood there, stunned, and after a long pause, he sighed, ”I guess it can’t be anyone else.”

Luo Qianqian also sighed; if it were him, it might have allowed He Wenyu to see someone’s true character, preventing future issues, and perhaps she wouldn’t be so sad.

”Why didn’t He Juncai come today?” He Wenyu quickly changed the subject, looking at Luo Qianqian with a puzzled expression.

Luo Qianqian shook her head, also full of confusion. She really didn’t understand what He Juncai meant by his actions.

Why would He Juncai ask for money from He Wenyu, only take a little, and then give her a message? Wouldn’t the normal reaction for He Juncai be to take away the portion He Wenyu had kept for himself?

”You think... the bit of money he took...” Luo Qianqian started hesitantly, ”could it be considered an intelligence fee?”

He Wenyu looked at Luo Qianqian incredulously, ”Do you know what you’re saying? Do you know who he is? That’s He Juncai! The He Juncai who killed two people! Would he trade information just because he took some money? You’re being too naive!”

Luo Qianqian lowered her head; indeed, the initial image of He Juncai didn’t allow them to think positively of him, no matter how hard they tried, it didn’t make sense.

”Qianqian, if it really is him, what should I do?” There was a hint of blankness in He Wenyu’s eyes.

Luo Qianqian was also startled, sighing, ”So what exactly are your feelings toward him? Is it affection, or reluctance, or...”

”I don’t know,” He Wenyu shook her head decisively, ”I know my feelings for you are definitely those of irreplaceable fondness, and for Dad, Mom, godmother, brother, and Brother Jiayou, it’s the affection of family.” Somehow, the word ’brother’ gained exclusive association with Luo Shufan in her speech.

”For Jingjing and the others, it’s the affection between friends, and the same goes for Zhang Sheng and Gu Yanzhi; they are all friends. But for him, I don’t know.” He Wenyu leaned against the bathroom door, holding a small wooden comb and combing her hair absentmindedly, her expression lonely, ”He used to feel more important to me than you, but now nowhere near as important as you, yet somehow still more important than a friend.”

”Could you be going through what’s called a ’weary phase’?” Luo Qianqian blinked her eyes. Although she didn’t like that person, she was still keen to listen to her friend’s emotional problems.

”Ha? The seven-year itch? How old am I... who was he to me seven years ago?” He Wenyu waved her hands dismissively.

Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes; the seven-year itch, considering your ages... the duration you two have been together is even more enduring than the seven-year itch for adults. After all, you’re both still emotionally immature, to think you haven’t broken up after all the conflicts shows your relationship must be pretty solid.

He Wenyu touched her nose, slightly embarrassed, ”You think if I broke up with him, would I be struck by lightning?”

”...” How was she supposed to respond? Tell you it’s all nonsense and you won’t be? But her very existence was already against common sense.

Tell you it will? Would that scare He Wenyu into staying entangled with him?

Luo Qianqian also fell into deep thought.