Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

Break Apart (2)

Wei Qinglian casually teased the baby but sighed quietly. “I was hoping to give birth to a son for your father.”

This was an inappropriate thing to say and Qin Yuan felt uncomfortable, so he just lowered his head in silence and ate his porridge before saying, “Girls are no different from boys. They can also pursue their studies, inherit the family business, and participate in company management.”

He looked up at Wei Qinglian silently and finally decided to say something more, “Aunty, you love to grow flowers and cook and like to teach children, so that’s naturally okay. But Xiao-Siquan and Xiao-Xin have so many paths to choose from, and both parents and older siblings should do their best to give them an enriched life and a good learning environment and then let them choose the path they want to take instead of telling them what to do.”

Wei Qinglian lowered her head, with the corner of her lips unsure whether it was sadness or self-mockery. “Daughters are daughters, after all, and your father still expects his son to hold up the family. When the time comes, I can only ask your father to give them a larger share of the dowry because they are also his flesh and blood. I would be grateful for that much.”

Qin Yuan looked at her speechlessly, feeling both shocked and extremely uncomfortable in his heart, and couldn’t help but blurt out, “Aunty Wei, you should watch less ancient court struggle dramas in the future.”

She said such nonsense that even someone such as him did not know what to say. She was so miserable and enduring that people who didn’t know would think that he, the brother, would seize the throne and then drive his stepmother and little sisters out of the house once his father passed away.

He really shouldn’t be talking to this woman. He was slightly grateful for her kindness one moment, and the next, he couldn’t believe his ears and didn’t want to listen to such time travel drama lines from her.

Wei Qinglian’s face turned red and she was about to speak, but Qin Yuan had already hastily downed the last few mouthfuls of porridge and stood up. “Aunty Wei, continue your work. I’ll go upstairs to read.”

He quickly went upstairs, closed the door to his room, and sat down in front of his desk.

The morning sun was perfect and the phone on the table quietly lay there. He glanced at it and surprisingly didn’t dare to open it.

…  It was a good thing this person wasn’t in front of him and he didn’t have to look at that person face to face, or else he would have had no way of facing his eyes and lips.

But it was apparent that what you fear would come to you. The phone on the table suddenly started ringing and he sat up straight with a jerk.

It was Ruan Qingmu!

He quickly grabbed the phone and looked at the incoming caller’s avatar, and his heart suddenly pounded.

In an almost panicked and confused manner, he pressed the reject button first and then held his temples.

—– What should he say? How should he face that bright, familiar voice?

In the cell phone shop, Ruan Qingmu looked at the phone that rang once and hung up in surprise before dialing again.

!? Was it disconnecting again?

“Boss, your new phone has a problem. The call won’t go through.” He frowned. “Change it to another one.”

The boss was anxious. “How can that be? This is a new device brought in to welcome the NewYear. Why don’t you try it again?”

Ruan Qingmu pressed the speakerphone and directly dialed once more. Sure enough, it was immediately disconnected again.

“Isn’t it broken? It immediately cut off after one ring all three times. There’s definitely something wrong with it.”

The boss took the phone and punched in a string of his phone numbers, and immediately, his phone rang nearby. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Look! It’s fine. There’s no problem when I called just now.”

Ruan Qingmu frowned doubtfully and casually dialed Fang Li’s number. Soon, the other side answered as well with a soft voice, “Ruan-ge, are you looking for me?”

Ruan Qingmu kneaded the space between his brows. “It’s nothing. I’m testing out my new phone. I’ll hang up, ah. See you in the afternoon.”

Qin Yuan was a big pig’s trotter*. Why did he keep hanging up on him?! Even if he couldn’t pick up his phone, couldn’t he send a text message to say he was busy?

*T/N: The original phrase is “men are all big pigs’ trotters” (Internet buzzwords): used by girls to diss men for changing their minds and not keeping their word.

“All right. It’s okay if it’s not broken.” He logged into WeChat on his new phone. “It’s 1600 yuan, right? I’m buying it.”

“1680 yuan!” The boss looked bitter. “You open your mouth and subtract 80 yuan. I only get 100 yuan from selling one phone.”

Ruan Qingmu sighed. “Boss, I won’t keep it from you. I’m not asking for this money from my family. I earned all this by myself from working with my very own sweat and blood.”

The boss squinted at him. “What kind of work is that?”

Ruan Qingmu looked distressed. “Wearing grotesquely shaped clothes and standing in front of several thousand people, even begging them to buy discounted merchandise.”

The boss slapped his thigh. “I’ve done it too. It’s too tiring!”

Ruan Qingmu looked at him in surprise. “I can’t picture that, Boss.”

With that short, stout body and flat, simple face, could he also sell goods live?

“I dressed up as a clown in the shopping mall to give out leaflets! I did this when I was young. After a hard’s day of work, my waist was sore and my legs hurt. Enough. Enough. You can pay 1600 yuan.”

… Ruan Qingmu took his new phone and happily rushed to the culture street.