Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 523 Ambiguous?

Chapter 523: Chapter 523 Ambiguous?

So, Luo Shuxiu spoke to Song Yunuan, "Little Nuan, how about this? Let’s go to that new mutton hotpot restaurant that just opened nearby tonight for hotpot. I’d also like to meet Aunt Song. Oh, and there’s no need to make a reservation in advance—it’s a new place. I passed by once and felt that their soup base smelled authentic and should be delicious. What do you think?"

Song Yunuan thought about it; she had actually wanted to treat Luo Shuxiu to a meal.

But since Luo Shuxiu had suggested it, she agreed.

She handed the paper bag to Luo Shuxiu, "I guess this size should fit Little Ze."

Luo Shuxiu didn’t want to accept it, feeling that the gift was too expensive.

Just a few days ago, her son had asked her if they could buy him a tracksuit.

He said many of his classmates had one.

When she inquired about the price, a tracksuit was actually fifty-eight yuan.

She really couldn’t bring herself to buy it; that fifty-eight yuan was enough to cover two months of living expenses for the family.

With a salary of just over a hundred yuan, her husband couldn’t bear to spend fifty-eight yuan on a set of clothes for their son.

Her son, sensible as he was, never mentioned it again after learning the price.

Yet, Little Nuan had actually brought a set.

Luo Shuxiu still felt embarrassed to accept such an expensive gift, "Little Nuan, I’m not being polite with you. This tracksuit sells for quite a bit at the department store, and Little Ze is so naughty. He won’t look good in nice clothes, so it’s a waste to put it on him."

Song Yunuan was smiling, "Hearing you describe Little Ze, I knew he must be a handsome young lad. I specifically chose this color and style for him, hoping he will like it. Oh, Aunt Xiu, please don’t refuse it, and don’t feel embarrassed. But if you really think of me as an outsider, then forget it."

It was then that Luo Shuxiu realized Little Nuan had changed what she called her, and her face lit up with a smile, "Little Nuan, no matter how you look at it, I would never consider you an outsider."

With that, she stopped refusing and took the paper bag. Luo Shuxiu had work to do in the logistics department, so she accepted the gift and continued walking ahead with Song Yunuan.

But suddenly, she stopped in her tracks.

Song Yunuan, who was walking beside her, also had no choice but to halt.

Song Yunuan saw Luo Shuxiu’s face change.

Her fingers tightly gripped the bag’s handle.

Song Yunuan followed Luo Shuxiu’s gaze.

Not far across, there was a tall sycamore tree.

Nearing autumn, some of the sycamore leaves had already turned slightly yellow, looking like a touch of light green stained with a faint gold color.

The breeze passed by, and some leaves fluttered gently mid-air.

A scholarly man was standing under the tree with a beautiful girl.

The man’s gaze was directed down at the girl.

The girl, on the other hand, was looking up, her peach blossom eyes expressing emotions Song Yunuan couldn’t make out, but she could imagine it being full of the shy yet passionate affection a young woman feels for someone she admires.

As for the scholarly man, it was Lin Han, Professor Lin.

Sensing something, Song Yunuan turned her head to look at Luo Shuxiu standing beside her with a pale face. There was no need to wonder—this Professor Lin Han must be Aunt Luo’s husband.

Oh, they were family.

At this moment, Bian Haiying was holding a few books in her hands.

Lin Han’s gaze was a little evasive.

But he only dodged it for a moment and then fixed his eyes on Bian Haiying, his voice very tender, "You’re also very talented. Your mastery of ancient poetry goes beyond my imagination. Your prose is also written very well. Our school has just founded the Prose Society which you can apply to join. In addition, there is a school newspaper where you can submit your work. If published, you will receive a fee for your manuscript."

"Professor Lin, once I’m done, could I please ask you to guide me?" The girl’s voice trembled slightly with sweetness, but her eyes were bold and bright.

Lin Han’s heart gave a tremor, "...Yes, if you feel insecure, you can come to me."

Bian Haiying grew even happier.

It was as if her entire being wanted to dance on the spot.

But Song Yunuan’s brows were tightly furrowed.

Luo Shuxiu, who stood beside her, pulled at Song Yunuan’s arm and whispered, "Little Nuan, shall we take that way over there, please?"

Song Yunuan, this little troublemaker, intended to walk forward and disperse the ambiguously intimate atmosphere.

However, Luo Shuxiu’s complexion was truly pale.

She was forcibly controlling her emotions.

One could tell she was somewhat out of sorts.

A woman’s intuition is the sharpest.

And living with this man, she would of course be familiar with all his actions, words, and habits.

Hearing such a tender tone of voice felt uncomfortable.

Not to mention that ambiguous eye contact from before.

Song Yunuan believed that since they hadn’t known each other for long, they definitely hadn’t done anything disgraceful, but such intimacy within a few days was even more disconcerting.

She also had to admit that a young, vibrant, and beautiful girl like Bian Haiying had a certain allure to a man like Lin Han.

And Lin Han, a man over thirty, scholarly, mature, and brimming with talent, had a deadly attraction for college girls like Bian Haiying.

Without saying another word, Song Yunuan carried her little cloth bag and obediently followed Luo Shuxiu, turning to walk in another direction.

They quickly left the area.

Song Yunuan cast a discreet glance at Luo Shuxiu walking beside her.

She seemed to have recovered.

Stopping at a secluded spot, Luo Shuxiu took a deep breath; the emotions that had left her somewhat distraught were now concealed.

She smiled and confirmed the time for dinner with Song Yunuan.

Then she asked with concern how Song Yunuan would inform her grandmother and Little Asheng.

"I have a phone, I’ll just give them a call,"

"Then I’ll bring Little Ze along; he can keep Little Asheng company."

After thinking it over, Luo Shuxiu still said with difficulty, "Little Nuan, that man just now... he’s your Uncle Lin, but... he doesn’t know yet that you’re from the same hometown as me. When there’s a chance, I’ll introduce you to each other."

Song Yunuan said with a smile, "Aunt Xiu, I haven’t even spoken to Professor Lin, and with so many students around, it’s not like he’d know where I’m from."

"Little Nuan, I’m so sorry."

Luo Shuxiu said guiltily.

Song Yunuan nonchalantly replied, "What’s there to be sorry about? Besides, if I were to start visiting frequently and everyone knew Professor Lin was my Uncle Luo, they’d accuse me of cheating if I ever ranked first in exams."

Luo Shuxiu was amused and chuckled, gently patting Song Yunuan. She spoke affectionately, "You’re always such a clever child. You were the top student in the entire province, so it’s only natural for you to rank first here too. Who would dare say you cheated? Besides, with so many subjects, one perfect score in his subject would be useless if the rest are bad."

Song Yunuan agreed completely.

After parting from Song Yunuan, Luo Shuxiu’s expression collapsed, clutching her chest with her hand, feeling a peculiar discomfort there as if being pricked by needles repeatedly...