Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s-Chapter 1611 - 1613: Just Being Talkative

Xie Landi naturally nodded eagerly and said okay.

As they chatted, Deng Qingjiang finally decided to treat the people from their dorm to dinner that evening.

"They’re all in class now. I’ll tell them when they come back at noon," Ye Wanqing said.

"Great, thank you, Student Ye."

"Uncle Deng, just call me Wanqing," Ye Wanqing said, looking at the sheer number of items he took out of the car. Her heart ached with jealousy—milk candies, Mai Ru Jing, Snowflake Cream, conditioner, scarves, gloves, wool hats... so many good things. Why were they all for Chiang Xiao?

She wanted them so badly too.

If only this uncle were hers.

"Alright, then I’ll call you Wanqing. Wanqing, this bag of milk candies is for sharing with Chiang Xiao’s roommates. Once your dormmates are all back, you can split it with them."

After Aunt Qiu, the dorm supervisor, inspected the items, Ye Wanqing helped carry everything up to the dorm. Xie Landi, whose class was about to start, said goodbye to him and headed off to class.

Actually, Ye Wanqing should have gone to class too, but to her, Deng Qingjiang seemed much more important than that lecture. At worst, she’d just be a little late.

She accepted the bag of milk candies with a soft acknowledgment.

Seeing her obedient demeanor, Deng Qingjiang thought for a moment and then took out a red envelope from the pocket of his suit. He pressed it into Ye Wanqing’s hand.

"Here, Wanqing, I feel we have a connection. This red envelope was originally meant for Chiang Xiao, but since she’s not here, I’ll give it to her next time. For now, this one’s for you."

Looking at the red envelope in her hand, Ye Wanqing felt an overwhelming itch in her heart. She restrained herself with great difficulty, resisting the urge to immediately grab it. Instead, she stepped back and shook her head, saying, "I can’t accept this, Uncle Deng."

Seeing her lightly bite her lip, that expression stirred something in Deng Qingjiang as well. He simply reached out, grabbed her hand, placed the red envelope in it, and gently patted the back of her hand. "Take it. We really do have a connection. A red envelope is nothing, just a bit of money."

Ye Wanqing felt a slight tickle on the back of her hand.

After Deng Qingjiang finalized the restaurant address and time for dinner that evening and left, she immediately opened the red envelope. Seeing two hundred-yuan bills inside, her eyes widened.

Oh my gosh!

They had no relationship at all and were meeting for the first time, yet Deng Qingjiang had given her such a generous red envelope with 200 yuan!

For a moment, Ye Wanqing’s heart thudded wildly.

Images of Deng Qingjiang’s handsome face and gentle words flooded her mind. She also thought about how he had grabbed her hand when giving her the red envelope, and suddenly her hand felt burning hot.

She clutched the red envelope tightly.

Meng Xinian had returned to the barracks, just in time to run into the team as they came back from their morning training. He bumped into Cheng Cheng head-on.

Meng Xinian waved at Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng raised an eyebrow.

What was with that gesture and expression—was this guy waving at him like he was calling a dog?

He didn’t move, but Zhao Xin next to him immediately said, "Officer Cheng, our Great Officer is calling you."

Three black lines instantly appeared on Cheng Cheng’s forehead.

Calling him? Just waving a hand counts as calling?

At first, Cheng Cheng didn’t want to respond, but after Zhao Xin put it that way, he couldn’t very well pretend not to see it anymore.

He shot Zhao Xin a glare and walked over to Meng Xinian.

After Zhao Xin received such a glare, he felt a bit confused. He turned to Gong Xinhe and asked, "Did I say something wrong? Officer Cheng seems unhappy."

Gong Xinhe patted him on the shoulder. "You didn’t say anything wrong; you just talked too much."