Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s
Chapter 867 - 868: Meng Vinegar Vat

Chapter 867: Chapter 868: Meng Vinegar Vat

That night, she didn’t even go shopping and have dinner with Yu Hang, okay!

Even after hearing this, Meng Xinian was still quite depressed.

But he also knew it was Chiang Xiao’s own life, her own living. Even if they were married, he couldn’t interfere too much, let alone that they weren’t married yet.

Yet, logic is one thing, and emotions are another. He felt quite awful about it.

This feeling was indeed hard for him to bear.

"Chiang Xiaoxiao, when do you start school?"

"After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."

Which means they could only keep in touch by writing letters in the future.

If they couldn’t meet often and their lives had too many areas that didn’t intersect, the more he thought about it, the more it made his heart ache.

"That Yu Hang, is he really good-looking? Is he the kind you mentioned, youthful and vibrant, and an age match for you, a sunny boy?"

The kind that would look like a perfect match with her?

And not like Chiang Xiaoxiao with him, where everyone would only guess she was his sister.

What if in a few more years, when he’s in his thirties and she’s in her twenties, people start to wonder if she might be his daughter? After all, as she said, he looks mature.

What if Chiang Xiaoxiao really believed it after hearing it too much and felt embarrassed to be with him?

What if she really developed feelings after spending days and nights with those youthful guys and found being with them more enjoyable?

After all, he had never attended high school, and his past life consisted only of training and missions. What if Chiang Xiaoxiao one day finds it hard to communicate with him?

Their lives are like two completely different tracks, heading in different directions.

And in school, Yu Hang, or whichever Hang it might be, could accompany her in studying, in preparing for college entrance exams, in attending university, and even in making career choices later on.

Life is so short, and others could accompany her for many sets of three or four years.

This is something he simply can’t compete with.

Meng Xinian had never felt so helpless and lost before.

Maybe it’s only when one cares too much about someone that they fear gaining and losing so much.

Chiang Xiao was unaware of the multitude of thoughts he had in an instant. She only felt that Meng Xinian was really being overly jealous. How long was he planning to remember a joke she made earlier?

She simply didn’t know what to say.

To be honest, Yu Hang was really handsome, and for pure appreciation of beauty, she couldn’t lie. With Yu Hang’s looks, if he became a celebrity in the future, he’d definitely be idol material.

But if she said that, the certain someone might just strangle her.

Seeing her silent, Meng Xinian immediately looked up at her.

"Next semester, you should switch seats with someone," he said imperiously. "If you’re too shy to say it, I’ll go talk to your homeroom teacher when the time comes."

Chiang Xiao was dumbfounded. "In what capacity are you going to talk to my teacher about this?"

"As a parent! How about that, not willing to let go?" Meng Xinian narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of danger in his tone, "You’re so grown up and still sharing a desk with a boy? In ancient times, they even had a rule that boys and girls shouldn’t sit together after the age of seven!"

Chiang Xiao couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time.

Boys and girls not sitting together after seven years old?

He really knew how to come up with such ideas.

"Alright, alright, you don’t need to go say anything. I’ll change seats, is that okay?"

"It has to be a girl as a deskmate."

He had heard about classmates drawing boundary lines, and as they drew, those lines often turned into lines of ambiguity. As they grew up, the deepest memory was often of the deskmate.

Childhood sweethearts, two little innocents.

No, the more he thought about it, the sourer he felt inside.

Chiang Xiao rolled her eyes, "A girl deskmate it is, then."

Is that fine now?

Three-years-old Meng, the jar of vinegar!