Superstar's Development Diary
Chapter 147: Recalling the Past

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Recalling the Past

Facing the enthusiasm of Aunt Rui, He Jinxia hurriedly made excuses, "But Aunt Rui, I don’t know how to play!"

Aunt Rui walked over to her, forcefully pulled her up, and pushed her forward, "If you never play, you will never learn. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. Isn’t it just about hitting, Kongs, and then lining up three in sequence? It’s very simple!"

He Jinxia looked to Mrs. He for help, but Mrs. He just chuckled and said, "With Aunt Rui teaching you, there’s nothing to worry about!"

And so, she had no choice but to steel herself and enter the battlefield.

The first hand she played, He Jinxia perfectly displayed the beginner’s exclusive luck, when everyone thought that no one would win that hand, He Jinxia drew the last tile—and won!

Unfortunately, a smooth start doesn’t mean the momentum would continue to rise.

The second hand, she didn’t win, and even let Sheng Yan win on her discard.

The third hand, she didn’t win, nor did she give Sheng Yan the opportunity to win on her discard, but she kept getting her tiles claimed; she’d discard a tile—Mrs. He would claim it, after Mrs. He, Uncle Sheng would claim; Uncle Sheng would claim, after Uncle Sheng, Sheng Yan would claim, everyone joined in the claiming~

Claiming and claiming, and that’s how Sheng Yan... won.

The fourth hand, she continued to let Sheng Yan win off her discards; he declared a Kong and then drew a tile, winning again.

The fifth hand, she finally got rid of the Demon King Sheng Yan, only to be brought down by her own mother’s pair hand; Mr. Sheng seized the opportunity, continually discarding the useless tiles Mrs. He had claimed, then he drew a tile and won.

The sixth hand, the seventh hand...

Saying it out loud, He Jinxia herself felt the bitterness; apart from the first hand she won, she hadn’t won a single hand thereafter.

In the end, it was Sheng Yan who couldn’t stand seeing He Jinxia’s unparalleled luck and volunteered to stand up, letting Aunt Rui play, and he would teach instead.

At this point, Aunt Rui also felt a bit embarrassed, she patted Jinxia on the shoulder and said, "Yanyan is the best at calculating and remembering the tiles, let him teach you. He’ll help you to make a comeback against the wind!"

He Jinxia: "..." But making a comeback isn’t something you can get just by wanting it!

Also, they even brought out turning the tables in a game of mahjong, what next, should she be striving to thrive against all odds? -_-||

"Pick up a tile." The man’s deep and mellow voice came from beside her ear, causing He Jinxia’s heart to flutter involuntarily, bringing her fully back to reality.

She blinked her eyes and tried hard to suppress the messy thoughts in her mind, focusing on seriously playing the game.

"Claim."

"Kong."

"Discard the two of circles."

...

Sheng Yan chose not to instruct but directly gave commands, He Jinxia didn’t need to think about anything, whatever he said, she would play, it was very relaxing.

One commanded, the other executed, and gradually, He Jinxia began to win. Then, bit by bit, He Jinxia started a winning streak that made everyone present tremble with fear...

After that, having won a few hands, He Jinxia didn’t dare to play anymore and proactively asked to leave the battlefield, only to be pushed back by Aunt Rui.

Sheng Yan might have felt that He Jinxia didn’t really want to win, so he started playing indifferently.

Now both were satisfied.

Unnoticed, the time reached evening, and after dinner, the group started to play mahjong again. By ten o’clock at night, Mrs. He decided to leave.

When leaving, Aunt Rui was a bit reluctant. She grabbed Mrs. He and Jinxia, suggesting they stay the night since there were plenty of empty beds, and they could continue playing mahjong all night long.

Being a junior, He Jinxia had no say in the matter. Mrs. He weighed her options and ultimately declined, choosing to go home.

Aunt Rui felt a bit regretful and asked Sheng Yan to drive them back.

Mrs. He said, "No need, the child is also exhausted. He has been playing the whole day and is tired, let him have a good rest."

Before Aunt Rui could speak, Sheng Yan took the initiative and said, "It’s okay, Auntie."

Everyone’s gaze inevitably fell upon Sheng Yan, especially Aunt Rui, whose expression turned particularly peculiar as she looked towards her own son.

She seemed to have never heard the words "It’s okay" from Sheng Yan’s mouth before.

Sheng Yan, faced with everyone’s varied looks, remained composed and indifferently said, "It’s late already, it’s difficult to hail a cab, and it’s also not safe."

The words "not safe" successfully persuaded Mrs. He. After confirming Sheng Yan was fine, Mrs. He said, "Alright, then please trouble you to take us back."

Sheng Yan nodded slightly and politely said, "Of course, Auntie, you’re being too kind."

However, as he spoke these words, he was looking at He Jinxia.

He Jinxia blinked at him without saying a word.

The girl’s grape-like dark eyes blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterflies taking flight, coming to rest in his heart, causing more itchiness than speaking would.

Sheng Yan’s expression faltered, and a thread of restless irritability suddenly surged in his heart. He slightly turned his head away, avoiding He Jinxia’s gaze.

Seeing his reaction, He Jinxia blinked again, her lips slightly pursed, and she smiled softly, almost imperceptibly.

She might have discovered a little weakness of Sheng Yan’s.

During the holiday season, there were far fewer vehicles on the road than usual. Sheng Yan had a smooth drive as he took the He family back to their apartment, got out of the car to help them carry New Year’s gifts, and personally carried them to their doorstep.

In the end, when Sheng Yan was about to leave, he wished Mrs. He a blessing and also turned his head to look earnestly at He Jinxia. He slowly spoke, "Happy New Year, I wish you all your dreams come true and everything goes well for you."

He Jinxia returned his smile and said with equal seriousness, word for word, "I also wish you all your dreams come true and everything goes well for you in the new year."

Seeing those grape-like eyes fixed on him, Sheng Yan felt another tickle in his heart, which started to beat a bit quicker.

He was the first to avert his gaze, lightly "hmm"ing and, without looking at He Jinxia again, turned around and left.

He Jinxia watched his retreating figure with the corners of her mouth lightly lifted, a deep laughter twinkling in her eyes. It really was just as she thought.

Sheng Yan was actually quite shy.

When the man’s figure had disappeared, He Jinxia closed the door and turned to walk towards the living room, only to see Mrs. He holding Mr. He’s portrait and murmuring to herself.

He Jinxia silently sat next to Mrs. He, listening to her talk.

Mrs. He’s words were fragmented, consisting of various small happenings in life, with the focus being on her daughter, saying she had lost weight, was obedient, and very sensible, asking him not to worry from below.

Mrs. He loved Mr. He deeply, which He Jinxia understood from her mother’s reluctance to remarry.

It was precisely because of deep love that the relationship between the two seemed even more precious, but for a woman, this was extremely cruel.

He Jinxia feared her mother might overthink when left alone at home, so she had been working so hard to convince Mrs. He to come to the Imperial City to stay with her.

Suddenly, at one moment, Mrs. He reached out and grabbed He Jinxia’s hand but did not turn her head to look at her, her eyes still fixated on the dashing portrait of Mr. He.

He Jinxia’s eyebrows knit slightly, a trace of confusion crossing her eyes, but she asked nothing.

After waiting for a while, Mrs. He slowly started, "Your father, he sacrificed himself to save your Uncle Sheng."

He Jinxia’s pupils contracted slightly.