“I~I’m in a hurry to eat. No! I have a date with my girlfriend, a female bestie. There’s a girls-only event. Go away!”
As she spoke, Lin Qingya ran off quickly.
But her left hand was still held by Cheng Minghao.
Her running dragged Cheng Minghao along.
Cheng Minghao followed her, puzzled:
“Someone from outside school? You stick with me every day. Except for the girls in our class, at most there are a few other classmates.”
“You just ran straight out of the classroom. Where would you get an off-campus friend? You’re not being scammed online, are you? But you don’t have money for someone to scam you with, right?”
Cheng Minghao was confused.
As for being scammed for looks?
Lin Qingya’s heart was with him, and there was no way she’d run off for a stranger’s looks.
Plus, Lin Qingya wasn’t the type to casually sleep with someone she met online.
“No, I have… I have…”
“Ah! Don’t worry about it! It’s my period! You’re so annoying!”
Lin Qingya pulled out her ‘nuclear weapon’.
She directly used the girl’s ultimate weapon: crying, fussing, and threatening to hang herself.
She shook off Cheng Minghao’s hand, drawing the attention of the surrounding students.
Then she ran to the corner of the corridor and down the stairs.
—
“Are they fighting?”
“Seems like an opportunity…”
Some girls from other classes giggled, glancing at Cheng Minghao’s looks.
—
Outside the school.
Lin Qingya jogged and walked quickly, weaving and swapping sides in front.
Cheng Minghao followed behind, feeling that Lin Qingya was acting suspiciously.
As a self-proclaimed boyfriend, he had to follow.
But because Lin Qingya’s mood was unstable due to her period, Cheng Minghao didn’t dare get too close.
He was afraid of making her angry and hurting her in the process.
After running a short distance, Lin Qingya was near the neighborhood committee.
She looked back at Cheng Minghao and said:
“Come here! Go to the neighborhood committee with me and ask Auntie and the locksmith to prove my house ownership. I need to get inside and grab some money.”
“I can’t just spend your money. I have to pay you back. Come on.”
Lin Qingya said, turning and quickening her pace.
Actually, she was worried that the auntie from the neighborhood committee, who managed the orphans, might not be there—maybe she’d gotten off work.
Besides, that auntie had moved house before and was said to be resigning, so someone else would be helping them in the future.
If the auntie resigned and couldn’t be found, there’d be no witness to prove house ownership.
As for neighbors?
Neighbors could turn a blind eye, but they weren’t legally valid as witnesses for opening the door.
“You want to go to the neighborhood committee?” Cheng Minghao asked.
“Yeah, that’s right. Aunt Wang helped with the house, so she has the right to explain.”
Lin Qingya continued:
“The previous house purchase work records can also be checked at the neighborhood committee. Her account has an archive. It’s the best proof.”
“Were you just too lazy to go to the neighborhood committee auntie before? Did you want me to live with you?”
Lin Qingya asked.
“Ahem!”
Cheng Minghao was embarrassed and explained:
“That’s not it!”
He glanced to the right to avoid looking at Lin Qingya, then looked back at her:
“I just didn’t want to spend your money. I felt like I could manage.”
“It’s just that things with you delayed work, so recently, the funds…”
“Hiss!”
Suddenly, Cheng Minghao felt a sharp pain in his right waist and hissed through his teeth.
“Serves you right for talking nonsense, hmph!”
Lin Qingya’s face turned red, her heart pounding like a deer.
She looked at Cheng Minghao with a mix of grievance and blame.
She let go and walked forward, no longer particularly angry.
They soon entered the neighborhood committee.
Lin Qingya asked, “Where’s Aunt Wang?”
“Which Aunt Wang?”
An uncle holding a thermos replied, then recognized Lin Qingya and suddenly understood:
“Oh, it’s Little Lin, and Xiao Cheng too. You’re looking for Wang Xin? Your Aunt Wang resigned and left. She just left…”
The uncle stood up with his thermos, looking and pointing to the left.
To the right was a window and iron bars; to the left along the window and bars was a wall.
Opposite the wall was a small alley, which Lin Qingya saw as she arrived.
The uncle pointed at the wall:
“Seems like she went that way. Is there something you need? If you want to chase her… Hey, run slower!”
The uncle shouted, watching Lin Qingya and Cheng Minghao dash out of the building.
“Young people these days, eh~”
—
“……Huff huff~”
Breathing hard, Lin Qingya panted, standing at the entrance of the small alley.
She looked outside.
To the left was the ATM Withdrawal Area, to the right was a lingerie shop.
She bent over, hands on knees, and sighed, “Too~late~”
At this moment…
“Yo~ isn’t this Qingya? Is something up or did you just get out of school?”
A middle-aged woman’s voice came from the right, from the direction of the lingerie shop.
Lin Qingya’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Aunt Wang!”
“Are you… are you buying underwear?!”
Lin Qingya was overjoyed.
“Yeah. Want to buy a couple of pieces together?”
Aunt Wang said:
“I’m about to move away. We’re all old neighbors, so we know each other. This Gu Boss insisted on giving me things, so I bought more and asked her for a discount.”
“Look at these stockings and underwear—I’m bringing them home for my daughter and me.”
Aunt Wang explained.
“Un…”
Lin Qingya blushed, a little tempted.
If she asked Aunt Wang to help her pick out underwear and choose the right size…
No!
That would be too suspicious.
How could someone forget their self-care skills after losing their memory, but not other things?
It was like being a different person.
That would make people suspicious.
Or at least confused.
“No, no. Aunt Wang, you buy for yourself. I came to find you for something.”
Lin Qingya explained to Aunt Wang about her lost key and the problem with the property certificate.
“That’s troublesome. Usually, it’s not a big deal, but sometimes the property certificate is important—like when you get married and need to prove property rights…”
As she spoke, Aunt Wang noticed Cheng Minghao, who was half-hidden a short distance away:
“Xiao Cheng is here too~”
Cheng Minghao smiled awkwardly and greeted Aunt Wang.
Because Lin Qingya was standing next to a women’s lingerie shop, with racks of colorful underwear beside them, and even two high school girls inside were picking out underwear and sneaking peeks at him, he didn’t get any closer.
After greeting Cheng Minghao, Aunt Wang frowned:
“Your property certificate… Well…”
She hesitated, then relaxed:
“My work USB Drive was lost before, so if you want to find the old work records, it might be tough.”
“How about this? I’ll talk to the locksmith and be your witness. If anything happens, let the police find me.”
“This…”
Lin Qingya hesitated.
Cheng Minghao quickly thanked her:
“Thank you, Aunt Wang! Qingya hasn’t had a place to stay, which is inconvenient and affects her…”
Reputation.
There were already rumors of her being a ‘dog-crawling girl.’
If she stayed at his house longer, before confirming their relationship…
Even after, her reputation could be ruined.
After all, they were still in high school.
Even if he knew she was an adult, in others’ eyes, she might not be.
Living together before adulthood in high school sounded pretty bad.
Hearing Cheng Minghao thank her, Lin Qingya breathed a sigh of relief and also thanked Aunt Wang.
But then, Aunt Wang said:
“No need to thank me. Helping you is my choice and part of my job. If you really want to thank me, then how about this—”
“Help me pick out a few pairs of stockings and underwear.”
“Try them on for me, too, so I can see if black stockings suit high school and college students.”
“Personally, I like black stockings and sexy lingerie, but I always worry it’ll corrupt the kids. Help me try them on, okay?”
Aunt Wang said:
“Since you’re an adult now, you’ll end up wearing them for someone someday.”
“Ah?!”
Lin Qingya was shocked.
She had only transmigrated and been reborn for a few days, and now she was about to be forced to wear black stockings?
“Come, come!”
Aunt Wang warmly invited, then kindly reminded Cheng Minghao:
“Xiao Cheng, if you want to watch, come over. You probably haven’t seen Qingya in black stockings, right? Hahaha!”
“Uh~this…this…”
Lin Qingya’s face turned crimson.
Did she really have to wear black stockings for Cheng Minghao to see?
Maybe she should just give up.
“Come on, come on! I’m moving away, so let me be happy one last time. Afterward, I’ll help with your housing issue. Fair trade!”
Aunt Wang said, pushing and pulling Lin Qingya into the lingerie shop.
“Xiao Cheng, no sneaking into the changing room. Wait outside for Qingya in black stockings. You two are always together but never progress.”
After speaking, Aunt Wang whispered in Lin Qingya’s ear:
“Qingya, since you like him, seduce him! You’re an adult. You can wear black stockings and start tempting men!”
“He’s just a young guy—easy to tempt. Hurry up and get him, and one day I’ll drink at your wedding! Hahaha!”
Aunt Wang laughed, fanning the flames.
“Au…Aunt Wang, I can’t! No, I’ll tear the stockings!”
“Then let your boyfriend help you. Hurry up, be good, and wear the stockings for me.”
“No!”
Crying out, Lin Qingya reluctantly headed toward the black stockings section.
At the same time, Aunt Wang looked back at Cheng Minghao with a smile. Though she couldn’t see him, she called out:
“Xiao Cheng, don’t just stand there. Go pick out a few pairs of black stockings for Qingya—the thinnest, most transparent ones. And panties and bras, too. You should know your girlfriend’s size, right?”
Aunt Wang knew about Lin Qingya and Cheng Minghao’s relationship and that Lin Qingya liked him, but they hadn’t made it official yet.
But because they were so close, Aunt Wang’s matchmaker instinct kicked in, and she wanted to give them a push.
“Ah?!”
Cheng Minghao froze outside the lingerie shop.
“The…the thinnest, most transparent? Girlfriend’s size? And panties and bras?!”
From inside the store, Lin Qingya shouted:
“Cheng! Don’t you dare bring the thin or transparent ones, or I’ll kill you!”
“She likes thin and transparent ones. Go!”
Aunt Wang urged.
“Ah?!”
Cheng Minghao was stunned.
He listened to the conversation between the two women inside, then to the giggles and glances of the two high school girls at the lingerie display near the entrance.
Cheng Minghao’s cheeks burned.
He muttered quietly:
“Should I listen to Aunt Wang? Or to Qingya? Should I get the thin ones? Transparent? Or thick and warm?! Waiting online—urgent!”