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Yu Songyu grabbed her bag and rushed back to her room. She had made quite a bit of money selling in town today, but she hadn’t had the chance to count it yet.
Dumping all the cash onto the bed, it looked like a substantial amount, even Yuan Jiao’s share. After counting it twice to ensure she hadn’t made any mistakes, she realized she had actually sold Yuan Jiao’s portion.
Yu Songyu took out the eighty-two cents she had borrowed from Yang Qinghe earlier and pulled out a bag of candy and a pair of men’s gloves from her space.
“Brother, here!”
“Huh?”
Yang Qinghe was taken aback; his carefully thought-out words were disrupted by this girl’s unexpected behavior.
“This is the money you lent me before; we’re even now!”
Yu Songyu smiled brightly, embodying the saying that being debt-free feels light. However, what she didn’t know was that her words deeply pierced Yang Qinghe’s heart—he didn’t want to settle things with her.
“This candy is from my parents, and these gloves are for you! I remember your kindness in my time of need.” Of course, she knew this wasn’t nearly enough; for now, it was all she could offer.
Yang Qinghe, who had been feeling down, felt his icy heart warm up when he saw the little girl giving him gifts. A smile appeared on his face. It wasn’t about the gifts; it was about who they were from. With these gifts, he also had an excuse to give her something in return.
“Keep the gloves; you can have the candy for yourself!”
“No way! You should keep the candy too; I have plenty here! Besides, you’re my brother, so don’t be so polite with me!”
With that statement from Yu Songyu, Yang Qinghe’s heart sank completely. No way; he couldn’t just sit back and accept this. He didn’t want to be her brother; being a romantic interest would be more fitting.
“Xiao Yu, I—”
Yang Qinghe barely opened his mouth when Aunt Wang’s voice interrupted him.
“Yang Qinghe! These two dishes are from Xiao Yu; she packed them from State-Owned Hotel today. Hurry up and try them!”
Yang Qinghe forced a smile; even if a feast were laid out before him, it would taste bland.
"By the way, Aunt Wang, how many years apart are you two?"
At the dining table, Aunt Wang noticed that the two were focused on their food and deliberately created a topic of conversation.
"I!"
"I!"
The two answered in unison, making Aunt Wang laugh along with them.
"Ah, the man is older; he knows how to cherish others!"
Aunt Wang was intentionally playing matchmaker. Yang Qinghe was still a child but reliable; she had a keen eye for people and wouldn’t be wrong about this.
However, when Yu Songyu mentioned her age, Yang Qinghe was a bit surprised. After all, this girl had skin as delicate as jade and a face like a peach blossom; she looked no older than seventeen or eighteen. He hadn’t expected that at all.
He remembered the first time he saw her, his face flushed and heart racing. That night, he tossed and turned in bed, her image occupying his mind.
At that time, he felt guilty, wondering how he could have such thoughts about a young girl.
Now it seemed he had been too cautious and conservative.
"Ah, aren’t you both getting a bit old for this? Don’t you have partners yet?"
Yu Songyu’s response surprised Aunt Wang as well. People their age were usually already married and had children. In their village, many got married first and then obtained their marriage certificates later when they were of age.
However, at this time, the legal marriage age in the country was set at eighteen for men and sixteen for women. Even according to these regulations, they were both of suitable age to marry.
"No!"
"No!"
This time they answered in unison again; however, Yu Songyu's response was calm while Yang Qinghe's was urgent, as if trying to prove his innocence.
"Oh my goodness! This is a match made in heaven! A handsome man and a beautiful woman—what a perfect pair! Why don’t you two give it a try?"
Aunt Wang clapped her thigh, more excited than either of the two involved.
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