novelraw Chapter 406 - 9: Chu Family’s Theorem Mathematical Mysteries_3
Chapter 406 - 9: Chu Family’s Theorem Mathematical Mysteries_3
Wen Juan’s heart was pounding.
In her past life’s four years of university, she never saw a guy like this; he’s even more handsome than celebrities.
Her cheeks grew even redder: "Brother Shi, am I bothering you?"
Shi Suifeng nodded: "Yes."
Wen Juan’s heart sank.
She suddenly remembered that the man in front of her is a straight-laced guy from the ’70s, whose words are as blunt as smoke.
She decisively changed her strategy: "Brother Shi, I heard from Aunt that she wanted to find you a wife. I like you, I want..."
"Wanting it doesn’t mean you can get it." Shi Suifeng righteously rejected her: "My mom said she wants to find me a virtuous, capable woman who can manage the household, preferably someone who can work. You spend your days in the village looking at farm tools and can’t even steal a fish at night, which really doesn’t meet my requirements."
...
Wen Juan: ...
Are these the requirements for finding a girlfriend?
Why don’t you just say you want to hire a nanny?
Or is the male lead destined to be with the female lead? Even if she disrupted Zhao Weihong’s first meeting with the counterpart, the plot has to reverse right now?
Wen Juan was not resigned.
She bit her lip: "Brother Shi, I really do like you, and I’m willing to go to the military with you."
"Although there are some tasks I can’t do well now, I will learn."
Once married, after some pillow talk, won’t there really be nothing he can do?
Shi Suifeng stepped back again, lengthening the already distant gap slightly:
"You’ve been in the village for over ten years and haven’t learned a thing; it seems your brain is quite average. I’ve heard this can be hereditary. No can do."
Wen Juan nearly spat out blood—what kind of crap is this?!
...
After successive setbacks, she became more resolved.
She thought about her decision, gritted her teeth, went all in, and grabbed her collar: "Brother Shi, I genuinely like you. As long as I can marry you, I’m willing to do anything—if you don’t agree with me, I’ll tear my clothes and tell the village people you took advantage of me!"
Shi Suifeng raised an eyebrow: "I’m at my doorstep, taking advantage of you?"
Wen Juan knew well that nowadays words can be daunting; wanting to establish herself in the military, she must be spotless.
Besides, being a book-transporter, she didn’t perceive a little clothing tearing as anything significant—marry first, after marriage, naturally find ways to smooth things over.
And she started unbuttoning.
It was transitioning between spring and summer, cool mornings and evenings but still a bit hot at noon, everyone dressed lightly.
Thus, as Wen Juan unbuttoned, the clothes underneath became faintly visible.
One button.
Two buttons.
Three...
Chu River holding a bowl came out from the courtyard: "I want to see too..."
...
After speaking, he glanced at the barely visible parts of Wen Juan’s attire, feeling quite excited at the moment:
"So white..."
How much good food must she eat to nurture such delicate skin?
Wen Juan’s cheeks flushed instantly, hurriedly rebuttoning what she had undone, her voice sharp:
"Why are you here?!!!"
How could this dark, skinny girl come out of Shi Suifeng’s house!
Chu River innocently lifted the bowl: "I came here to eat meat."
He thought, still unsatisfied: "Are you going to continue taking it off?"
No matter what, Wen Juan wanted to save face. She could muster one moment’s courage but it wasn’t endless; caught by a dark-skinned girl, she simply covered her face with both hands and ran away.
...
Shi Suifeng helplessly sighed, turned, and knocked Chu River on the head: "Finished your meat? Stop gawking around."
Chu River sighed: "Not yet, your family’s cooking isn’t great, I’m out looking for something to eat with it."
Shi Suifeng understood.
His mother’s cooking was just so-so.
To be exact, cooking in the village essentially involved just oil and salt, hardly any seasoning, and crucially, oil was sparingly used, everything tasted bad.
The bamboo shoots braised meat was made in Zhao Xiuhua’s fit of anger, so it was just cooked as long as it was done.
Anyway, in these years, as long as meat was eaten, everyone was satisfied, flavors didn’t really matter.
Shi Suifeng set his face: "Forget it. Just look at my face, it’ll help with your meal."
Chu River: ...
But she didn’t mock Shi for narcissism, instead earnestly examined his features—indeed handsome.
Much better looking than Li Chang’an and Lei Yu from the other world.
Satisfied, she took another sip of soup.
...
Having eaten her fill, Shi Suifeng finally talked about his plan:
"Since you’re not here for marriage but simply want to leave here and live a better life, focus on earning money, don’t bother with anything else."
"I’ll find a way to bring you back under the pretense of marriage, you can stay at my place for a while, and after I’ve settled in the military, I’ll bring you over as my sister."
He looked at the dark skinned girl ahead, unable to understand why he was so good to her, yet the better he treated her, the more satisfied he felt.
He could only heed his heart for now.
"Don’t worry, over there, I’ll find ways to get you whatever you want to eat."
Looking at her satisfied expression, he couldn’t resist painting another big picture: "Eat more, nourish yourself well. Maybe then you might even have a chance to join the military."
Chu River shook her head crazily.
"I’ve heard about it, nowadays the food in the military is also average, besides, I have you, I’m not worried about food, why would I go to have snacks restricted?"
Shi Suifeng was speechless.
Then he thought: Truly, she’s just like Little He.
...
Having discussed the details, as the day went on, Shi Suifeng returned home without a watch but just estimated the time by the day, and he had a sense.
So he stood up:
"It’s time to go back Little He, otherwise people come and go later and it will cause trouble."
Chu River had eaten her fill; every day she treated the Old Chu Family’s meals as snacks, so she happily stood up:
"My niece said she’d see if there’s anything good to bring back tonight, I’ll go check it out."
Shi Suifeng patted her head: "If your nephews and nieces behave, I’ll give you another ten bucks to buy them some treats."
Chu River nodded: "Sure!"
In these years, ten dollars had a lot of purchasing power; besides, soon she’d be spanking kids, earning money every time, always splitting a few cents to reward these little actors.
This is called sustainable development.
Just as they finished discussing, Chu River’s wallet was bulging, then a voice came from outside again:
"Brother Shi, are you there?"
Shi Suifeng: ...
...
Had he known about future knowledge, he should realize he’s almost developing a ["Brother Shi PTSD"] by now.
As he walked out, he saw a girl he didn’t recognize outside.
Quite a peculiar person.
Shi Suifeng immediately noticed the discordance—the previous visitor Wen Juan, although calculating, still held some innocence.
But this girl in front—eighteen or nineteen in her youth, yet her eyes were full of weary ruthlessness and complexity.
Vaguely even a bit superior.
The unfamiliar girl was outwardly composed: "Brother Shi, I’m the educated youth from the village, I’m Zhao Weihong."
Her speech was slightly peculiar, her diction too clear, as if intentionally using a dialect-accented Mandarin...
But this dialect wasn’t local, rather the coastal areas’ tone...
He knew all the educated youth in the village were from central cities, and even if one knew coastal dialects, having lived in the village for years, it should have evolved by now, right?
Shi Suifeng held his silence, striving to discern more information.