Chapter 8: Sweet Talker

From an outsider’s perspective, what she said wasn’t wrong.

The entanglement between the original owner and Chen Zhou was initiated by Chen Zhou’s scheming from the beginning.

Of course, Xia Keqing didn’t deny that the original owner also had other problems.

But now she had become the Xia Keqing in the book.

What did it matter if she was a little bit of a dog for her own happiness?

Let the scumbag bear the consequences of offending the male lead, he deserved it.

“Chen Zhou and I haven’t crossed any boundaries.”

Shen Jichuan’s brow immediately relaxed.

He admitted that he had selfish intentions in front of this girl.

Even if she had really been ambiguous with that guy named Chen Zhou.

But as long as she was willing to come back and fulfill their engagement, as long as she was willing to break up with that man and promise never to do it again, he could forgive her.

Now, listening to her confession, he couldn’t deny that his heart was filled with joy.

He curled his lips, “Hmm.”

Xia Keqing glanced at him, and saw that the corners of his lips were slightly raised, he couldn’t suppress it.

She seemed to have discovered something incredible.

Huh? So easy to coax?

The tense atmosphere between them disappeared.

Xia Keqing continued to act cute, “Brother Shen, so you came here specially to check up on me?”

“Are you satisfied now?”

Shen Jichuan coughed awkwardly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

This was a matter of his lifelong happiness, he couldn’t be careless.

Although he respected his parents and actively cooperated with the engagement they had arranged, he was the one who would spend his life with her, he had to carefully examine the other party.

She’s beautiful, with fair skin.

Shen Jichuan secretly added another point in his heart.

Sweet talker.

She liked to eat candied chestnuts, and she couldn’t stop eating them.

Candied chestnuts, that means sweets.

Shen Jichuan silently made a note of it.

He bought another portion of peanut porridge, which was also sweet.

The aroma of peanuts was very strong.

Xia Keqing was amazed by the first bite.

In an era without industrial pollution, everything tasted so sweet.

In the past, Xia Keqing often saw her predecessors reminiscing online, saying that things from that era were particularly delicious.

She didn’t feel much about it at the time.

Because people have a filter for things they have lost and can’t get.

Time is fair to everyone.

So things from the past are the most fragrant.

Now, Xia Keqing wanted to kneel and apologize.

She was wrong.

She shouldn’t have thought that way.

Even a bowl of peanut porridge was so fragrant, the food in this era was truly different.

“This is so delicious, would you like a bite?”

Xia Keqing directly scooped up a spoonful of peanut porridge and sent it to Shen Jichuan’s mouth.

Shen Jichuan: …

After she finished, Xia Keqing realized, did they just indirectly kiss?

She couldn’t help but blush.

Although she always wanted to flirt with this serious man, this was purely an accident.

But Xia Keqing was thick-skinned, even though her heart was screaming like a groundhog, she was calm on the surface, “Brother Shen, isn’t it delicious? Have another bite?”

She fed him another bite, her eyes smiling.

If there were any tea connoisseurs from the future present, they would know that there was a big bowl of “green tea” here.

But what did a steel-straight man like Shen Jichuan know?

He only knew that his fiancée was so innocent and naive, so unpretentious!

Her smiling eyes were so damn charming!

After dating Xia Keqing and returning home, Shen Jichuan, who had been single for twenty-seven years, had a heart of stone, and was extremely principled, had insomnia for the first time.

When he closed his eyes, all he could see in his mind was Xia Keqing’s every smile and frown.

He touched his heart, it was burning hot, and also soft.

Shen Jichuan finally understood what it meant to be “in a soft embrace, a hero’s grave.”

What it meant to “transform tempered steel into a delicate thread.”

These were all things Shen Jichuan had read in books.

At that time, he had scoffed at these words.

Now he just wanted it to be dawn soon, so he could see her quickly.

…

After returning to school, Xia Keqing kept replaying her date with Shen Jichuan in her mind.

She was reviewing and filling in the gaps, after all, for her, clinging to Shen Jichuan’s thigh was more important than anything else.

She couldn’t leave herself with any hidden dangers, and then their relationship would fall apart.

Of course, clinging to Shen Jichuan’s thigh was just the first step, the next step, she had to find a career for herself.

Although the male lead was her type in terms of both ability and appearance, she was not used to putting all her hopes on someone else.

What if the male and female leads of the book she transmigrated into had protagonist halo, and the plot was irreversible, and she, the “original wife,” was destined to be cannon fodder, she had to leave herself a way out.

But for now, this way out didn’t conflict with clinging to Shen Jichuan’s thigh.

When she transmigrated, the original owner had two years left before graduation.

The original owner’s major was literature, which couldn’t be said to be useless in this era.

If she followed Shen Jichuan to the army, as a military dependent, there would be many things she could do.

Of course, Xia Keqing remembered the female leads in the period dramas she had read before, in the early days of this era with strict management, they still took advantage of the opportunity to “speculate,” and earned their first pot of gold.

She didn’t have any talent for business, so she would have to learn her professional knowledge well.

She had an advantage in this area.

The original owner was from the south, she had an accent, and it was a bit heavy, but Xia Keqing was from the north before transmigrating, and she spoke standard Mandarin.

Many people don’t know that Mandarin is also called national language and official language, it is based on the pronunciation system of Beijing dialect in northern languages.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that southerners necessarily don’t speak standard Mandarin, it’s just that the original owner’s Mandarin was not standard, her Mandarin with a local accent was even ridiculed by her mother-in-law (Chen Zhou’s mother).

This was something described in the original text.

Xia Keqing replayed the events while returning to the dorm, her roommates had already returned, and as soon as they saw Xia Keqing, they immediately came up to her, “Wow! Keqing, your outfit today is so beautiful!”

“Lend it to me to wear next time!”

If she hadn’t had the original owner’s memories, Xia Keqing would probably have felt offended.

But in this era, material resources were relatively scarce.

It was common to lend clothes to others.

It wasn’t worth making a fuss over.

She smiled and said, “Okay.”

“This outfit is just from the market, it’s not expensive at all, I’ll take you to haggle next time.”

When the roommates heard about haggling, they were immediately interested.

“Really?”

Xia Keqing nodded, “Of course it’s true!”

The two roommates smiled, their expressions eager to try.

Xia Keqing’s roommates were all good people.

Besides Xia Keqing, the other three were named He Xiaolan, Zhao Juan, and Li Fen.

Among them, Li Fen was the oldest, she was already twenty-four years old.

She had been a young intellectual in the countryside, she married a local, and after getting into college, her husband’s family didn’t want to let her go, afraid that she would leave and not come back, she couldn’t bear to leave her child, so she had to find ways to bring her husband and child to school together.

So she didn’t often return to the dorm, she only came back to study hard when she had to cram for exams, and she usually had to go home to take care of her husband and child, she was also shy and didn’t like to talk.

She was not in the dorm at this time.

The most lively one was He Xiaolan.

She was a local, she was cheerful and outgoing, even a little naive.

This shows that her family must be well-off, and she was also pampered at home.

Zhao Juan should be a few years older than Xia Keqing.

She seemed very sophisticated in her dealings with people, but she didn’t talk much, the original text didn’t say anything about her, so Xia Keqing didn’t know her specific situation.

But through observation and memories of their daily interactions, she felt that this was also a female classmate with a story.

She studied extra hard.

Of course, everyone who got into college in this era was hardworking.

Even He Xiaolan, who was carefree, liked to bury herself in books.

Everyone cherished this hard-earned opportunity to study.