Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 672 - 652: Narrow Path Encounter, He Juncai (Part 11)

Chapter 672: Chapter 652: Narrow Path Encounter, He Juncai (Part 11)

He Wenyu was stunned for a long time before she hugged the now-cold milk tea and drank it, looking at Luo Qianqian without saying anything, but her eyes said it all.

Seeing those bright eyes, Luo Qianqian knew her Heroine He had returned. That look was just like the one He Wenyu had years ago when she stepped into Zhao Wenxuan’s abyss without looking back.

"Alright, hurry up and eat. I’ll finish these few pages for you, then we can go to sleep," Luo Qianqian said with a smile, her face full of contentment.

"I made you worry."

He Wenyu smiled and nodded.

Luo Qianqian calmly shook her head, then picked up her pen and quickly solved the problems.

"Open your mouth." A cherry was popped into Luo Qianqian’s mouth, and she squinted her eyes in happiness while complaining, "Ah, it’s all your fault, now I have to brush my teeth again. You owe me an egg tart."

After eating, the two finished most of their work and then went to sleep, enjoying a night of good dreams.

Early the next morning, Luo Qianqian opened her eyes first, before He Wenyu, due to an uncomfortable sleeping position.

As soon as she sat up in bed, He Wenyu opened her eyes and was startled to see Luo Qianqian sitting on the bed since Luo Qianqian rarely woke up earlier than her.

After they washed up, they came out only to see three men just coming out of their rooms.

Luo Qianqian pursed her lips and smiled, amused to see her senior brother in pajamas, not expecting he’d have such a nice figure.

Seeing Jimo Cheng’s solid muscles peeking from his shirt collar, Luo Qianqian covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

"Senior brother, Brother Jiayou, you just woke up," Luo Qianqian smiled. "Xiao Yu and I ordered some food; you guys freshen up."

The young men had already washed up and naturally walked out.

Lin Jiayou was slightly embarrassed, not expecting the two to wake up so early. He had assumed they would sleep in because they stayed up late last night and had set his alarm accordingly.

Jimo Cheng nodded, not missing the teasing in Luo Qianqian’s eyes. He smirked, turned, and went back to his room.

His pajamas didn’t have a wrinkle, hardly looking like he had slept in them. It was clear he had dressed after waking up. He had only heard some noise and opened the door to check; not intending to show off his physique, yet Luo Qianqian thought he had just gotten up.

He didn’t explain and naturally went into the bathroom for a second round of freshening up.

After breakfast, the young man changed into the high-quality suit, shoes, and tie delivered by the driver, with Lin Jiayou’s help to fix his hair slightly. Jimo Cheng seemingly conjured a watch from nowhere and handed it to the young man to wear.

Luo Qianqian and He Wenyu had to admit the truth of ’clothes make the man’, as the ordinary next-door brother now looked like a successful man, especially with the valuable-looking watch.

Jimo Cheng calmly took a very plain bag from the driver’s hand and passed it to the young man, who nodded calmly after a glance.

Luo Qianqian curiously peeked inside the bag and then shrank back speechlessly.

Seeing Luo Qianqian’s expression, He Wenyu also peeked and the next second, in panic, grabbed Luo Qianqian, "Qianqian, is it okay to just carry this around?"

"As long as you don’t draw attention like that." Luo Qianqian said calmly, though she was terrified inside, having never seen so much cash before.

"You guys go around for a bit, head towards the hotel when I call you," Jimo Cheng told the driver.

Lin Jiayou also swallowed hard, agreed, and from He Wenyu’s expression, he knew what was in the bag.

"Let’s go." The young man had a calm expression as the three of them left.

Jimo Cheng just watched the two people who were still standing to the side, not speaking.

He Wenyu, frightened by Jimo Cheng’s action, did not know how to respond to his gaze and could only tug at Luo Qianqian.

Luo Qianqian was looking down at her phone, sending messages, and didn’t look up at all.

Soon after, her phone vibrated once. The message contained only two words: "Done." It was from Bai Yixian.

"Okay, next we just need to wait a bit and then head to meet godfather," Luo Qianqian said to He Wenyu. "What’s up?"

He Wenyu, speechless, looked around; there were only three of them in the room. Was the question necessary? 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

At that moment, Luo Qianqian met Jimo Cheng’s eyes and, trying to make conversation, asked, "What about Brother, then?"

"He will take care of the bill for you," Jimo Cheng said with a smile, casually grabbing four buffet coupons from the dining table. "Shouldn’t you be contacting the adults? Just tell them you’re going out to eat, no need to mention anything unnecessary."

The night had given Jimo Cheng enough time to think through all the key issues.

"Alright," Luo Qianqian took the buffet coupons and turned to He Wenyu. "You talk to godmother, I’ll talk to godfather. Just say the buffet coupons expire today."

"Okay," He Wenyu nodded.

"Hey, godfather..."

"Hey, mommy..."

A moment later, they gave each other an OK sign, then both breathed a sigh of relief and hung up. They agreed to meet downstairs; there was no need to go searching for anyone.

"It’s a bit different from yesterday’s plan, but I think this feels more reliable," He Wenyu said.

Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes. Exactly, they had almost mentioned something like tuition fees.

Thinking about it now, she must have been crazy. Those were clearly prices for one-on-one high-intensity tutoring classes years in the future. She really had no clue about current prices, especially since Shufan didn’t attend tutoring classes, nor did she, unless the only thing that counted as tutoring was the joyful childhood spent at Old Zhang’s House... It was about all-around development...

Wrong, they were all missing something—she lacked cooking skills, her brother lacked music, Xiao Yu lacked physics.

"You guys be careful not to let slip that you know about the lack of money," Jimo Cheng warned with little reassurance. "Qianqian, even if it’s difficult, you need to appear troubled, especially since you are at your grandfather’s house, your father’s father’s house who passed away."

Luo Qianqian nodded; she understood. Yet her face showed embarrassment—it was as if she was being bullied by her grandfather’s family. How good had her grandfather’s family been to her? She looked at Jimo Cheng with dissatisfaction. Even this kid was someone her grandfather had arranged for her.

Jimo Cheng touched his nose and gave a bitter smile. He was just helping to set up the background; why did it feel like he was being rejected?

The assets in Luo Qianqian’s hands were not even known by her godparents, let alone her biological mother and brother. In fact, she herself did not know.

Because of the shares given by Li Xiancheng and Second Uncle Luo, she was undoubtedly well-off.

Seeing that it was about time, Jimo Cheng made a phone call, and then said to Luo Qianqian, "I’ll be in the private room; message me if you need anything."

"Mm-hmm."