After Marrying Him, the Ending Has Changed-Chapter 227 - Treasuring Every Word
Chapter 227: Chapter 227: Treasuring Every Word
Chapter 227 -227: Treasuring Every Word
The two talked for a while, with most of the conversation carried by Jiang Mianmian, while Yu Cheng listened, occasionally responding or laughing.
After finishing the recount of her week, Jiang Mianmian started asking about the other party, “Brother Yu, is the training at the base tiring?”
Yu Cheng never discussed his family matters with Jiang Mianmian, so out of tact, she never inquired about those things.
“Not tiring. I started training when I was very young and now I’m used to it. I’ve been increasing my training intensity recently.” This implied that his physical endurance had improved yet again.
Although Yu Cheng didn’t like studying, he knew that Little Lamb was a bookworm; therefore, he made it a point to ask, “Little Lamb, your school must have had semester exams by now, right? How much did you score?”
“I scored double hundreds, Brother Yu. I’m the top of our grade. I was even commended at our commune’s assembly and received a scholarship and prizes,” Jiang Mianmian declared pridefully to Yu Cheng.
“Really? That’s impressive.” Although Yu Cheng couldn’t see Jiang Mianmian’s expression at the moment, he could imagine the girl’s proud demeanor.
Moving forward with the idea of mutual concern, Jiang Mianmian also took an interest in Yu Cheng’s academic performance.
“Brother Yu, how did you score on your final exams?”
“Cough, um, I did pretty well too.” Yu Cheng found himself unexpectedly trapped by his own question, as he wasn’t keen on revealing that he had missed several exams.
Where would he put his face? He simply brushed over it with a vague answer and swiftly changed the subject. They talked for a bit longer,
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“Third Sister, hurry up and let me say a few words.” Zhaodi saw Jiang Mianmian clutching the microphone non-stop and spoke anxiously.
“Ah, okay, just a moment.”
Jiang Mianmian responded and then said to Yu Cheng, “Brother Yu, this time Zhaodi came with me to call you. She has something she wants to say to you.”
Zhaodi?
Yu Cheng, not fond of chatting with people he wasn’t close with, was about to refuse when Jiang Mianmian already handed the phone to Zhaodi.
Zhaodi greeted the microphone sweetly, “Big Brother, I’m Zhaodi. Do you remember me? How have you been recently?”
“Mhmm, I remember. I’ve been quite good.”
Differently from his demeanor with Jiang Mianmian, Yu Cheng was now laconic with his words.
“Brother Yu, will you come back again? If you return in the winter, could we have a snowball fight together and build a snowman? I always think about the times when we used to play together,” Zhaodi began to get sentimental, all these memories coaxed from Da Ya and Er Ya.
“Can’t say for sure.” Yu Cheng’s reply was cold as ice, a veritable atmosphere crusher.
Zhaodi noticed Yu Cheng’s perfunctory attitude, but she wasn’t willing to give up. She clung to the microphone, expressing many caring thoughts, but Yu Cheng remained cold and indifferent throughout.
Eventually, Yu Cheng’s patience wore thin. He directed Zhaodi, “Zhaodi, I need to talk to Uncle Jiang about something. Pass the phone to him.”
“Okay.” Zhaodi reluctantly handed the microphone to Jiang Changhai, standing off to the side biting her lip in frustration.
Why could Mr. Yu and Third Sister talk and laugh and chat for such a long time, yet be so indifferent toward her?
“Yu Cheng, what’s up? What do you need with Uncle Jiang?”
“Uncle Jiang, here’s the thing, a buddy of mine’s uncle is the deputy manager of your town’s transportation factory. I heard from him a few days ago that the factory is looking to hire workers after Chinese New Year. They need someone sharp and capable. I think you’d be quite suitable. Are you interested? If you are, I can put in a word with my buddy.”
