The 70s Novel: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Lie Down-Chapter 98: Don’t Overthink, So You Don’t Think
"Alright, as long as you like it, I just don’t want you to feel bored." Wang Miaomiao said with a smile, but she sighed inwardly. Never mind, she genuinely enjoys being with Cheng Xue too. It’s not worth pushing her good friend away for anyone.
The two chatted and walked toward the school gate, where they could see that person standing by the roadside in a military uniform from afar, undeniably conspicuous.
"Uncle, why did you wear your military uniform today?" Cheng Xue asked the question Wang Miaomiao also wanted to ask.
Jiang Yan smiled, "This outfit is handy. I want to be blatant."
People nowadays have great respect for soldiers, this identity can overshadow all the wicked. If he had worn the military uniform before, those shady figures would never have dared to maliciously speculate and utter those dirty words.
He wanted to openly tell everyone that the person before them is under his protection.
Jiang Yan’s gaze was sharp as he looked at Wang Miaomiao. Hmm... after a month without seeing her, the little girl still caught his eye deeply, indeed, she was different to him.
He shifted his gaze to her hand and noticed the scar on the back of her hand had scabbed and was nearly healed.
Wang Miaomiao pressed her lips and said nothing, lowering her head to avoid his gaze.
Jiang Yan felt a sudden chill in his heart, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Hurry, hurry..." Cheng Xue pulled Wang Miaomiao towards the car, Wang Jia Bao and Liu Jianmin were already waiting there, "Why are you guys so slow today..."
Wang Miaomiao was about to go to the back seat, but was stopped by a big hand behind her.
"Sit in the front, it’s more spacious." The tone was undeniable, the big hand subtly rubbed the scar on the back of her hand, the itchy sensation pierced her heart uncontrollably, causing her heart to flutter...
The car door was opened, Wang Miaomiao was practically ushered into the passenger seat.
The wrist that was just held felt warm, the scar on the back of her hand seemed to be acting up, causing indescribable discomfort. Wang Miaomiao sat with her head bowed, unable to resist rubbing it hard, trying to shift the painful sensation to alleviate the itchiness.
The three people in the back seat began chatting away.
Liu Jianmin now always goes to Wang Family as well, because Wang Miaomiao tutors everyone on Sundays to reinforce their studies.
Wen Jing and Liu Yuxiang are sensible, knowing their son disturbs them every month, they often bring dumplings or buy some pastries for Wang Miaomiao and Wang Jia Bao.
The relationship between the two families is getting better and better, reciprocating naturally leads to harmony.
Suddenly, Wang Miaomiao felt a shadow pressing down on her, she turned around in panic, meeting his eyes.
Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow with a smile, looking at her wrist meaningfully, his deep voice resonated in her ear, "Don’t overthink, you’re still young..."
"Wh-what?" Her heart raced, a blush appearing on her cheeks.
Jiang Yan bent down instead, stretched out his hand to pick up a cloth from her feet, completing the action without touching her, expertly starting the car.
Wang Miaomiao leaned back on the seat, tilted her head to observe the man beside her, sitting upright, eyes straight ahead, not even using the backrest, seemingly fully focused on driving with all his attention.
After staring for a while without any reaction from him, Wang Miaomiao felt a bit deflated, stopped looking at him, and turned her gaze outside the window. She gently stroked the reddened area from the rubbing, pondering the meaning of his words.
Don’t overthink, you’re still young?
Is he telling her not to overthink, as she’s still young and he doesn’t mean it?
Or...
Ugh, it’s so annoying...
She’s not truly fifteen-year-old Wang Miaomiao, the soul inside is actually ten years older than him...
That day at the principal’s house during dinner, she sensed something off. Their relationship shouldn’t be at the point of him helping her with food, or knowing her likes clearly.
Although she had never experienced romance in her past life, she had heard enough love stories. Never eaten pork but seen pigs run...
Don’t overthink... How can one not think...
Wang Miaomiao is a rather realistic person, although she has never been in love, she has been on blind dates. Frankly, in her past life, she didn’t encounter any suitable high-quality men, certainly a little regretful, but more relieved.
Because she was uncertain if she could fulfill the role of wife, mother, and herself.
She clearly understands a woman’s challenges—balancing family, career, children, how is it possible.
Just like when she advised Wang Pandi, those were her heartfelt words, women have it hard, living freely means absolutely not letting men interfere in your life. With men, follows a lot of troublesome things...
Perhaps this view is too extreme, but at this moment she is convinced of it.
Wang Miaomiao this life only wants to be a salted fish, has no aspirations of being a career-driven strong woman, nor does she intend to marry and have children, inviting trouble.
Moreover, from Yang Zhigang and Cheng Xue’s conversations, she could guess Jiang Yan’s background is not simple. A marriage of equals is an age-old truth.
An excellent man is definitely not someone a mundane woman can conquer or control, she is mundane and lacks the confidence, and lazily unwilling to strive, wasting effort and possibly ending up empty-handed, with time and effort, might as well live comfortably like a salted fish?
So... what to do now?
What else can be done? He hasn’t explicitly said anything, naturally she won’t rush foolishly to express something.
Don’t overthink... Just leave it like that...
No matter how you act, I remain steadfast.
As she thought about it, she fell asleep, snoring softly, dreaming of nothing.
Jiang Yan watched her from the corner of his eye, seeing that she fell asleep so quickly without a care, a smile played on his lips, his mood lifted. What a silly girl...
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, one day feels like three years, Wang Miaomiao believes that because she goes home once a month, each time she receives all of her family’s enthusiasm and utmost care, making her feel even more attuned to this family.
"Mom, take a break, sit for a while." Watching Liu Yulan bustling around, attentively asking about her well-being, Wang Miaomiao held her hand, warmth filling her heart, "Has it still been so busy in the fields? You and Dad should take care, if tired, do less work, we’re not short of those points now."
"What nonsense, without earning points what are you all gonna eat?" Liu Yulan felt utterly content, her daughter was thinking of her...
"Your daughter has made big money." Saying this, Wang Miaomiao took a letter out of her backpack, pulling out a remittance slip, "Here, buy grain and meat."
"Oh... three hundred bucks, where did it come from..." Liu Yulan’s face was filled with surprise and excitement.
"Uncle Yu from the publisher sent it to me, saying my album sales have exceeded fifty thousand, they applied for a bonus for me." Wang Miaomiao was also surprised, not expecting the sales to be so good, nor to receive a surprising bonus, suddenly filled with motivation, eager to draw one book a day.
