Jiang Nuan, who had just walked in, was speechless.
She suddenly felt like she had lifted a rock only to drop it on her own foot.
She forced an unnatural smile. "No, no need."
Jiang Nuan pointed outside. "Uncle, it's too late, I should go back."
Mu Jiuchen nodded. "Mm! Girls should go home early."
"Then I'm leaving." If she had known this gentleman was so easy to talk to, she wouldn't have come up.
"Come here."
Jiang Nuan, who was about to leave, immediately heard that undeniable voice.
Facing her creditor, Jiang Nuan chose to greet him with a smile. "Uncle, do you need anything else?"
Once she saw Grandma He Mingrun's illness, she would be able to repay the money she owed him quickly.
Mu Jiuchen looked up at her and gestured to the chair opposite him, a subtle movement so elegant and noble it made one want to scream.
Jiang Nuan was smitten again. This darn charm!
God had been too kind to him, giving him all the good things.
"Eat first."
Jiang Nuan saw that the table had been replaced with new dishes, their rich aroma captivating.
Jiang Nuan touched her empty stomach. She didn't hesitate, as cooking again at home would be troublesome.
She unceremoniously sat down opposite Mu Jiuchen.
"Then thank you for the treat, Uncle."
She picked up her chopsticks and took a piece of her favorite spareribs.
Mu Jiuchen also started to eat.
Watching her eat happily, though not elegantly, savoring every dish, he felt his appetite stimulated just by watching her.
At home, Jiang Shaoqing, after successfully dealing with the other party, tossed his phone aside and went to his elder brother's room to play.
Jiang Yikuo was practicing a new song he had written. He wanted to earn money through live streaming.
But he needed substance to become famous overnight.
"Brother, let's go out and play."
Jiang Yikuo glanced at him. "No, I need to revise the lyrics. Go ask Xiao San if he's willing to go with you."
Jiang Shaoqing pouted, unhappy. "Xiao San is probably reading the Thousand Character Classic, or like the old men in the park studying chess moves, he won't go either."
Jiang Yikuo smiled and continued to look at his lyrics and composition. "Then go play by yourself."
Jiang Shaoqing left, a little unhappy, to play alone.
Hmph hmph hmph!
He had pocket money, so he could go anywhere to play.
He got onto the road and took bus number 12. Two stops away, there was a square, which was quite nice. He wanted to go have some fun.
Ten minutes later, Jiang Shaoqing got off at Hongxing Square. The square was right behind the bus stop. A two-meter-high fountain was spraying water, instantly cooling the summer.
Many children were playing below, their laughter echoing. Jiang Shaoqing felt a bit envious of these children, who could be so carefree every day.
As for them, they had to attend elite schools.
Jiang Shaoqing sat by the flowerbed, watching a group of children play under the fountain.
"Little friend, what's wrong? Why aren't you playing?" A kind voice reached his ears. Jiang Shaoqing looked up to see a kind old gentleman bending down to look at him.
"Sigh!" Jiang Shaoqing sighed. "Grandpa, do you have worries too? That's why you came to the square to play."
Old Master Mu found this child very cute, his hands propping up his chin, looking full of worries.
"Little friend, can you tell Grandpa what's bothering you?"
Jiang Shaoqing looked at the distant hot spring. "My worry is that I am too smart. My advantage is being too smart, and my disadvantage is being too smart."
Old Master Mu: "..." He might have encountered a little idiot.
"Little friend, one should be humble." The old gentleman felt it was his responsibility to guide this little seedling properly.
Jiang Shaoqing finally raised his small face to look at the old gentleman. "Grandpa, do you think I've grown crooked?"
When Old Master Mu saw his face clearly, he was startled and exclaimed, "Little Mu Jiu!"