Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart

80: Chapter 79: Hard Compliments 80: Chapter 79: Hard Compliments Lin Nianhe did pay a lot of attention to looks.

For instance, the first time she saw the note left by Su Yuncheng, she couldn’t help but speculate about his appearance.

If she had to pick her favorite person since she transgressed, without a doubt, Beauty Su would win by his looks alone, standing unrivaled.

However, Lin Nianhe only liked Su Yuncheng for his face.

At least she didn’t enjoy casual chats with him.

Too awkward.

She also never intended to express her liking to him.

Seeing how the previous confessions had turned disastrous, she had witnessed them herself.

How many other girls had failed before him was beyond her knowledge.

She liked sweet things and didn’t want to seek out bitterness for herself.

Just…

consider him an elder brother, at least then she could always see the face she liked.

Su Yuncheng was carrying a net bag, inside of which were lunch boxes.

He saw Lin Nianhe coming over and handed her the net bag, “Lunch, it’s for you guys.”

Lin Nianhe looked at the three lunch boxes, slightly puzzled, “How did you know I was here?”

“Director Wang told me,” Su Yuncheng said with a light smile.

Wang Hong hadn’t told Lin Nianhe what she needed to do at the police station, Lin Nianhe only vaguely knew that Su Yuncheng needed her for something.

She didn’t ask, took it over and said, “Good timing, I won’t go to the State-Owned Restaurant then.”

While speaking, she reached into her pocket, “How much?”

“No need,” Su Yuncheng frowned.

“It’s not just for me.” Lin Nianhe pulled out a banknote and two yuan, “You choose, which one?”

This wasn’t letting him choose; this was clearly making the choice for him.

Su Yuncheng sighed with a helpless smile and took the two yuan from between her fingers.

Lin Nianhe smiled, her eyes curving up, and asked him, “Do you want to come up and eat together?”

“No thanks, I’ve eaten already,” Su Yuncheng said, then handed her an envelope, “This is for you.”

“What is it?” Lin Nianhe freed her hand to take the envelope, instinctively asking, “From my family?”

As soon as she held the envelope, she knew it wasn’t a family letter.

The papers inside were small, about an inch square…

“Stamps?”

Lin Nianhe’s eyes suddenly sparkled.

She looked at Su Yuncheng, full of expectation.

Su Yuncheng felt a bit flustered under her gaze, and he nodded, “Yes, but none of them are new.

We get lots of mail at our unit, so I asked them for some.”

Lin Nianhe couldn’t wait and stuffed both net bags into his hands, carefully opening the envelope and squinting inside.

There were quite a few, and she didn’t see them clearly at first.

At that moment, Lin Nianhe felt that not being conversational wasn’t Beauty Su’s fault at all.

He was just not articulate; it was a characteristic of his personality, how could it be considered a flaw or fault!

Lin Nianhe held the envelope, looking at Su Yuncheng.

She was seriously contemplating whether she had ever openly disliked him or spoken too loudly before.

Facing Lin Nianhe’s overly direct gaze, Su Yuncheng’s heart beat even more chaotically.

She looked at him this way, liking those stamps, right?

He had always been a bit worried that she would despise those old stamps, even though he had carefully selected them, discarding any that looked unappealing, yet this still couldn’t change the fact that they were old.

“There haven’t been any new stamps lately, so…” Su Yuncheng still explained, “If you don’t like them, just throw them away.”

“I like them!” Lin Nianhe embraced the envelope tightly, as if afraid he would snatch it back, “I really like them!”

Compared to new stamps, Lin Nianhe actually preferred old ones.

The remaining traces carried attachment and nostalgia, making one wonder about the expectations they once held.

Hearing her so surely say she liked them, Su Yuncheng finally felt relieved.

Seeing her like this, he very much wanted to ruffle her hair.

His hand hesitated for a long time, but ultimately it did not rise.

He asked: “Are you staying at the clinic tonight?”

“Yes.” Lin Nianhe nodded.

“Tiechui is seriously injured; she can’t be left alone.

Sister Lan and I will take care of her.”

“Tiechui?” Su Yuncheng appeared somewhat shocked.

Lin Nianhe nodded earnestly: “Yes, Comrade Miao changed her name to Miao Hongqi, I gave her a nickname.”

“…Well, not bad.”

Su Yuncheng forced a compliment.

At least she wasn’t called Tiezhu or Gou Dan.

“I think so too, to honor her will as strong as steel!”

Su Yuncheng didn’t want to delve too much into whether the name was suitable for a girl; he feared he couldn’t praise it adequately.

Without hesitating, he quickly changed the subject: “Shall I come and keep you company tonight?”

“No need.” Lin Nianhe smiled and shook her head.

“Sister Lan is here, and there are empty beds in the ward.

I’m not scared.”

Su Yuncheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded: “Alright, if there’s anything, just go to the police station, someone will be on duty.”

“Alright.”

Su Yuncheng handed back the two net bags to Lin Nianhe, signaling her to hurry back.

Lin Nianhe waved at him and added, “I’ll go back early tomorrow.

Once I’m less busy, I’ll treat you to a meal.”

“Alright, go on.”

Su Yuncheng watched her leave until her figure disappeared from view, then he returned to the police station.

He just happened to meet Feng Wei, who was returning from dinner at the cafeteria, and casually asked: “Are you on duty tonight?”

“Yeah.” Feng Wei nodded, “What’s up, Brother Cheng?”

“I’ll take over for you.”

Feng Wei was astonished, touching his own belly, suspecting he had misheard.

The chubby guy began to think if he had done something wrong recently, making Brother Cheng distrustful of letting him take the duty…

“Hey?

Why are you back so soon?”

Just as Lin Nianhe entered the ward, Wen Lan asked in wonder.

“My brother brought food and I just met him downstairs,” Lin Nianhe said as she put their three lunch boxes aside and opened the ones Su Yuncheng brought.

Inside the lunch boxes were identical, pork and cabbage dumplings, still hot and plump, their aroma quickly filling the air.

“Eat quickly,” Lin Nianhe urged, “they’ll stick together otherwise.”

Wen Lan and Miao Hongqi didn’t react, just staring hungrily at the dumplings.

For Wen Lan, the last time she had dumplings was the day she left home; her mom had made her a bowl of sour soup dumplings.

For Miao Hongqi, it had been during the New Year’s.

Seeing that neither of them reached for it, Lin Nianhe sighed lightly, “Come on, take them, they’re very hot.”

Her fingertips were already slightly red, as if she would drop the lunchboxes the next second.

Wen Lan immediately took the lunchbox.

The dumplings were too enticing, too hard to resist.

Wen Lan resigned herself: “Just put it on my tab, I’ll pay you back when the grain is distributed.”

She didn’t have much money left; her family was all working, but there were many kids at home, and her grandmother needed financial support too.

When she left, Mrs.

Wen managed to scrape together twenty-seven yuan for her.

That money had to last her until the autumn harvest.

But Wen Lan felt secure; she was capable, earning ten points a day, enough for her food.

But Miao Hongqi didn’t have the same confidence.

Even if she didn’t need to send food back home anymore, her life was still very strained; she truly couldn’t afford to eat.

Lin Nianhe put the chopsticks in her hand, reassuringly saying, “What are you afraid of?

Aunt Wang is fighting for your justice, isn’t she?”

Miao Hongqi was momentarily stunned.

She felt that just successfully cutting ties with them was good enough, how could she possibly still get money?