novelraw Chapter 216: Sharing Half with You
Chapter 216: Sharing Half with You
"Wearing a suit? It was just me and Zhu Dadao. I gave him that nickname, you have no idea how much he can chatter. I can’t even memorize as many laws as he has rules in his head."
"Is he a local from Q City? What’s his family background?"
She remembered her benefactor mentioning briefly that he wasn’t a local. Although the family background wasn’t mentioned, being able to solve issues related to a scoundrel’s family indicated a decent family background.
"He’s not a local. I’ve never heard him mention his family affairs, but once when we were drinking, I heard him accidentally say something, like his dad is some leader, which is why he speaks with such an official tone—Mei, why are you more concerned about him than a boyfriend you haven’t seen in a long time?"
Yu Minglang realized that his long-lost girlfriend was asking about someone else first thing, and it was a guy he didn’t particularly like, so he felt a bit jealous.
Qian was too preoccupied to think about all this; she had to confirm her benefactor’s identity.
She pulled out the two notes from her pocket, "Look, which of these is his handwriting?"
Yu Minglang’s eyes lit up when he saw the two notes she took out.
"Mei, why do you have my—" Oh dear, such an embarrassing feeling, a little secret exposed.
Qian didn’t notice Yu Minglang’s discomfort and handed him one in each hand, "Take a look, which one is his?"
Yu Minglang suddenly wasn’t happy about it.
"I don’t want to tell you."
Too heartless, he wasn’t going to go along with this heartless woman.
"Be serious, I’m talking business here." Qian just needed to confirm the handwriting to basically identify Zhu Dexi as her previous life’s benefactor.
When her benefactor sent her tuition in her past life, he used a friend’s name, and she didn’t even know his real name.
"Why are you always fixated on him? What did Zhu Dadao do to make you think about him so much?"
"Uh... my classmate received scholarship money, and the letter he wrote had this handwriting. I think these two handwritings look a bit similar, and I want to find out which one is his..."
Qian came up with a reason, making it sound logical; someone who could help strangers must be a very kind person and likely has a habit of supporting students.
"How could these two handwritings be the same? Look at this one, the strokes are strong, clearly a skilled person, friendly, and with the handwriting of someone who loves his wife. Look how touching it is, ’Choose who I love, love who I choose, if there’s a deadline, it should be forever.’ Tsk tsk, where do you find such a responsible man?"
Yu Minglang focused on describing one of the notes, then looked disdainfully at the other, "Look at this one, just four characters, ’Family’s health,’ obviously written by a single man. What kind of man is 30 and still can’t find a wife? Babbling day in and day out, sticking to old conventions? Must have a defect in the heart, and look, his handwriting is ugly—"
Qian listened to his evaluation of the two notes. They clearly looked similar, but the way he described it made them seem worlds apart.
"Do you know both of these people?"
"Uh-huh."
Qian immediately shook his arm, "Tell me, won’t you?"
Yu Minglang usually fell for this trick. With a bit of Qian’s coaxing, he’d be ready to hand his head over for her to kick around, but not today. The more she coaxed, the grumpier he got.
"What do you want me to tell you? Huh? Just because someone donates money and supports a student, it’s impressive? Did your classmate get money signed as Wang Erfu?"
"How do you know?"
Yu Minglang gazed into the distance, "My old workplace had a colleague named Wang Erfu. He has a limp because of a leg injury. Anyone who supported students or donated money did so under his name at our old workplace."
"Huh?!" Qian didn’t expect it to be like this.
"So you don’t need to dig particularly deep. Over half of the people at our old workplace have done something to support students. Zhu Dadao isn’t the first, nor will he be the last."
Righteousness and justice are imprinted within the heart and don’t change because of departure.
"You mean there’s a chance one of these notes was written by Zhu Dexi?" Qian seized the crucial point in Yu Minglang’s words.
"You figure it out yourself; I’m not telling you." With that, Yu Minglang snatched both notes away.
His phone rang, his workplace was calling him; everyone was gathering.
"Mei, don’t wander around during your break. I’ll see if I can get time off to visit you later." He warmed Qian’s cheeks with both hands before turning to leave.
Qian pouted. He didn’t provide any useful information, so she didn’t bother saying a proper goodbye to him.
Yu Minglang had walked quite a distance before turning back to see Qian walking off in the opposite direction without looking back, muttering to herself.
"This heartless little girl can’t even say something nice? Can’t recognize her man’s handwriting but has the nerve to throw a tantrum?"
As he passed the wishing tree, Yu Minglang stopped to ask the girl selling notes.
"That girl with the beauty mark on her forehead, which one did she write?"
"That sister? I remember... this one!" The girl pointed to a blank note.
"She didn’t write anything?"
"Mm-hm, she said she wants to achieve everything through her own efforts and doesn’t need a wishing note."
Yu Minglang chuckled. That was indeed Mei’s style. He took one of the notes and tied it with Mei’s note to make them one, then tied it to the tree.
"Hey brother, what are you doing?" The girl selling the notes didn’t understand.
"She’s my girlfriend."
Yu Minglang looked at the combined note with warmth in his eyes.
Her blankness, he shared half his wish with her, so they could be happy together.
As for the other note... Yu Minglang took Zhu Dadao’s note and tied it in a secluded spot, far away from him and Mei, the farther the better. Really, it’s just a donation, did Mei have to think about it so much?
It’s as if no one else has ever done a good deed...
Qian returned home, deep in thought. On the bus, her mind dwelled on her benefactor’s affairs.
She was now more than halfway certain that her benefactor was Zhu Dadao—no, she was being swayed by the nickname; it should be Zhu Dexi.
But something felt off; did her past life’s benefactor wear glasses?
She couldn’t remember... The height seemed wrong too; she vaguely remembered the benefactor being very tall.
But Xiaoqiang said that in this park, the ones in suits matching the note-selling girl’s description were Zhu Dexi and Yu Minglang. If it wasn’t Zhu Dexi, could it be—
Qian shook her head. No, she wasn’t so clueless that she couldn’t recognize her boyfriend’s handwriting. Xiaoqiang’s handwriting was quite dashing, not this style. Besides, if Yu Minglang had saved her, she wouldn’t have no recollection at all. Moreover, when she was pursuing Xiaoqiang later, he didn’t act like he knew her.
Qian dismissed the fleeting thought. She was now convinced that Zhu Dexi was her previous life’s benefactor.