Chapter 125
Chapter 125: Little Jade of the Small Family Fu Chengque
Without immediately accepting the call, he first went to the kitchen door, then shouted to his parents inside, “I’m going to the bedroom to make a call,” and finally turned and entered his own room.
As Wen Yu’s father washed the dishes, he heard the sound of the door closing from the kitchen and started to smile smugly, “Guess who our son is calling?”
Mrs. Wen glanced over and muttered, “As long as it’s not a bad thing, anyone is fine!”
“I guess it’s Qiao’er.”
“You’re just guessing?”
“Sigh, dear. Do you think there’s something between our son and Qiao’er?”
“If there’s something, what do you want to do?”
“Well…” Mr. Wen paused, finished washing the last bowl, “We need to make sure our son is careful and doesn’t get into any trouble.”
Mrs. Wen immediately scoffed, “Our son is more sensible than you.”
“I’m just worried!”
“Worried about what?”
“I…” Mr. Wen huffed, “I’m worried that the neighbor’s daughter will deceive our son! Our son is doing so well now, his grades are excellent, what if he gets deceived?”
Mrs. Wen burst into laughter, kicked him, and said, “Stop talking nonsense, don’t bother him, hurry up and finish, I still want to watch Liu Qian’s magic show.”
“Does Liu Huan sing too?”
“…”
In the bedroom.
The phone kept vibrating, and Fu Chengque, like a relentless spirit, kept calling without answering.
Wen Yu sat at his desk, propped up his phone, took a deep breath, and pressed the answer button.
The black screen suddenly lit up.
Fu Chengque’s delicate face appeared on the screen, some distance away.
Wen Yu’s heart fluttered.
Her skin was so fair, even in the dark night, with just a little light source, it would reflect a flawless luster. Through the screen, her features were still petite and exquisite.
The wind on the rooftop was strong, a few strands of hair always fluttering. As she brushed it aside, her movement was slow and graceful, quite captivating.
When Fu Chengque didn’t speak, there was a strong aura of a southern girl next door…
“Wow! Mr. Wen, you answered! You saw me and didn’t say anything first, this is a great disrespect to the Empress!”
“Hahaha, is it too dark? Can you see me clearly?”
Wen Yu took a deep breath, pushed aside the inner evaluation of “southern girl next door” that had just surfaced in his mind, crushed it, and stomped on it a few times.
“I see, I see, stop twisting around.” The youth replied helplessly.
“Let me show you some fireworks!”
The camera flipped, and in the distance, fireworks bloomed.
Wen Yu glanced at the window on his side, where there were as many fireworks as could be. Then he looked at the window of Fu Chengque’s bedroom opposite, dark and tightly closed.
If she were here, right now, the two of them would probably be sitting here chatting, right?
It’s a pity, in the first year after their relationship was restored, the distance was still a bit far.
Lost in thought, the girl’s face reappeared on the screen.
“Ahahaha…” She suddenly burst into laughter.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Boss Wen, from this angle, your face looks really big.”
Wen Yu chuckled, “Likewise, your face is huge too!”
“Huh? How big is it?”
“Like a fish plate.”
“Too much!” There was annoyance on the other end, then, “But come to think of it, have we ever video chatted before?”
Wen Yu thought for a moment and nodded, “No, we haven’t, never.”
“It feels strange.”
“What’s strange about it?”
“Oh, it’s… not like neighbors, not like childhood friends, it’s special, like… knowing a longtime online friend, or a friend you haven’t seen in a long time.”
Wen Yu pursed her lips, “Yeah, it does feel a bit like that.”
Then he sighed, “And to think we’re still childhood sweethearts, now reduced to video chatting. I even wanted to just shout out your name from the window.”
“Heh, but I think…” Fu Chengque looked towards the night sky, murmuring.
“You think?”
“I think it’s quite nice like this…”
“Why?”
“Don’t you think so?”
“Think what?”
“You’re closer to me now than before.”
Wen Yu was stunned.
Fu Chengque on the other end reached out towards the camera, using two fingers to measure the distance from the screen to her face—
You and me, so close.
Then she smiled brightly.
Outside, a large firework shot up into the sky. Wen Yu quickly adjusted the angle of the camera, aiming it at the night sky, waiting for the fireworks to bloom.
Behind Fu Chengque’s view, Wen Yu’s heart was pounding:
Xiao Qingmei fought back, nearly knocking him out in an instant.
***
Fu Chengque stared at the screen, watching as the large firework burst from a white ball of light, splitting into several smaller circles of fireworks, red, green, yellow, white, and more.
It’s so beautiful.
The camera cut back to Wen Yu’s face, even closer than before.
She couldn’t help but laugh.
“Wen Yu, your face has gotten even bigger.”
“…”
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you speaking?”
The girl shrank her neck after speaking, “It’s a bit cold up here, I can’t take it anymore, I’m going downstairs.”
With that, she got up and went downstairs.
Most of the relatives and friends were gathered in the hall on the first floor, watching programs and chatting. Grandma was in the center of the crowd, chatting and laughing. On the other side, some relatives were already preparing dumplings for the early morning.
Fu Chengque showed Wen Yu the video, then whispered softly, “Preparing dumplings now!”
“So early!”
“There are a lot of people.”
“Aren’t you joining? Stuff a super spicy dumpling challenge inside!”
His voice was also hushed.
Fu Chengque, feeling annoyed, raised his fist towards the camera, “Next time I’ll stuff salt in it, and if you don’t eat it, I’ll stuff it into your mouth!”
“Northern folks like you have the tradition of eating dumplings, and you’re forcing it upon us southerners.”
“But I’m also a southerner, you know?”
“Then curse with me!”
“…”
At this moment, Grandma spotted her and waved at her.
She quickly said, “Grandma is calling me, I’ll hang up first!”
“Sure, tell Grandma I miss her too.”
The screen flickered, and the big face disappeared.
Fu Chengque adjusted her mood and walked towards Grandma.
***
Wen Yu put away his phone and walked out of the bedroom.
His parents were watching the Spring Festival Gala in the living room, and the atmosphere was at its peak. He squeezed into the middle of the sofa and joined them. Banben tactfully crawled out of Mother Wen’s arms and lay on Wen Yu’s legs, showing who the real master was.
Mother Wen pretended to be angry and said, “White-eyed cat, you’re not loyal. You always go to him when you see him.”
“I’m its savior.” Wen Yu laughed and asked, “Is Liu Qian on?”
“There’s Liu Huan!” Father Wen exclaimed with joy, immediately earning a fierce glare from Mother Wen.
The program was in the middle of a sketch. Wen Yu felt like she hadn’t seen it before, and seeing that her parents weren’t interested either, she brought up a new topic.
“Are we staying up late tonight?”
“Just for the sake of it, after midnight is fine. Don’t stay up too late, we have to get up early tomorrow.” Mother Wen said.
Father Wen held up his phone and asked for help, “Son, you’re educated, help me write a short greeting.”
“For whom?”
“Well, it’s uncertain, for relatives, friends.”
“Okay.”
Taking the phone, he quickly typed out a standard greeting.
Father Wen glanced at it, very satisfied, and sent it out to the group.
Wen Yu looked at it and pondered—
For the greeting message, he also needed to send one to Xiao Qingmei.
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