To Get Married - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Manzhu was worried that Lu Yudong was hungry, so she didn’t take her to get a SIM card right away. Instead, she took her to eat at KFC first.

As for why she chose KFC, it was simply because she had distinctly noticed the longing in Lu Yudong’s eyes as they passed the restaurant.

Little girls, after all, have little resistance to cola and fried chicken.

Lu Yudong hadn’t had KFC in a long time. Manzhu rarely took her out to eat, and she wouldn’t proactively say what she wanted. Sometimes, seeing classmates bring it to the classroom, she could only secretly crave it in her heart.

Right now, she was enthusiastically chewing on a chicken wing and sipping cola, all while asking Manzhu questions.

“Elder Sister, why did Little Uncle Mu come?”

“I asked him to come over, to scare those children,” Manzhu said, smiling ambiguously.

She explained that it’s common for a mischievous little devil to emerge from a group of bad kids, but it’s difficult for one to appear in a group of good kids.

This was determined by the overall environment and atmosphere.

Wenhain Middle School had the highest promotion rate in the city, boasting good teachers and relatively strict, semi-closed management. On a typical day, outside delinquents couldn’t get in, and inside delinquents couldn’t get out. How bad could the students really be?

When facing such badly behaved children who couldn’t escalate their malice much further, telling the teacher would only create more resentment, and having a female guardian go to the class and scold them like a shrew would only provoke laughter.

In this situation, applying appropriate psychological pressure would make them much more obedient.

After all, bad kids, as a rule, are “dead pigs that aren’t afraid of boiling water.”

What are teachers and parents to them? They’re little punks, and little punks are only afraid of big punks.

These were simple concepts, and as soon as Manzhu explained them, Lu Yudong understood completely.

Although Mu Chensan was very handsome and usually easygoing with people, the large scar on his neck was indeed intimidating. Coupled with his somewhat flippant manner of speaking, he did look a bit like a delinquent from a TV show at first glance.

Lu Yudong also had scars on her legs and back from the car accident six months ago. Although the doctors and nurses had said her injuries healed exceptionally well and quickly, the wounds had left permanent marks that would stay with her for life.

Thankfully, her scars were in places that could be covered by clothes, unlike Mu Chensan’s, which required him to wear a turtleneck to hide them, and his unsightly scar had to be exposed most of the time.

Thinking of this, Lu Yudong couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Elder Sister, how did Little Uncle Mu get his injury?”

Manzhu shook her head at this. “I’m not sure. He was like that when I met him. I asked, but he didn’t say.”

“I see.” Lu Yudong nodded, not pressing further, but changing the subject.

Ordinarily, she wasn’t very talkative, but today, she felt like she had an endless amount of things to say.

This was a strange feeling, like… like she was taking advantage of being pampered.

Before, she was always afraid of this or that, terrified that if she caused Manzhu any trouble, Manzhu would abandon her.

But then she realized that even if she didn’t ask or demand anything, Manzhu would find a way to know everything and take care of it for her.

She felt as if she had suddenly returned to the past, becoming the child who was loved and cherished—someone to share happiness with when she was happy, and someone to pour out her sorrow to when she was sad…

That person was Manzhu. She was increasingly certain that Manzhu wouldn’t abandon her. No matter what she did, there would always be one person who would spoil her.

This feeling was truly wonderful.

After lunch and getting the SIM card, the first thing Lu Yudong did was save Manzhu’s number to her new phone.

On the way back to school, Lu Yudong held Manzhu’s arm the whole time, skipping and jumping like a lively little rabbit.

Manzhu smiled and asked her, “Are you that happy?”

“I can contact you anytime now!” Lu Yudong beamed.

From now on, she could finally contact Manzhu anytime, anywhere. She no longer had to write everything on a sticky note and paste it on the wall, patiently waiting until she woke up the next day to see Manzhu’s written response by the wall.

Lu Yudong was basking in her joy when she suddenly remembered something. She looked up at Manzhu and said, “Elder Sister, you didn’t save my phone number!”

Manzhu laughed immediately, quickly pulled out her own phone, and gently coaxed, “I’ll save it. I’ll save it right now.”

“I’ll help you!” Lu Yudong said, taking the phone from Manzhu. After flipping open the case, she casually clicked on an unread text message.

“Elder Sister, Little Uncle Mu asked you to call him when you’re done, he has something to tell you.”

Lu Yudong said, and then entered her number into Manzhu’s phone.

The moment she finished saving it, she instinctively glanced through Manzhu’s contacts and was immediately stunned.

Manzhu’s contacts… why was Mu Chensan the only person in it?

“Are you done?” Manzhu asked.

“Yes, I’m done!” Lu Yudong snapped back to reality, returning the phone as if nothing was wrong.

The two, one large and one small, walked hand-in-hand all the way to the school gate before waving goodbye.

Lu Yudong returned to the classroom with her backpack, but the doubt in her heart lingered.

She rested her chin in her hand, staring blankly at the clock high above the blackboard. The seconds ticked away, but they couldn’t disperse the confusion in her mind.

What exactly was the relationship between that Mu Chensan and Manzhu?

Why was he the landlord, the boss, and the person she turned to for help?

…

Usually, Zhang Ziyun didn’t return to the dormitory for her lunch break. Because Lu Yudong didn’t pay the dormitory bed fee and could only rest in the classroom, Zhang Ziyun stayed to keep her company.

Today, Lu Yudong wasn’t around, so Zhang Ziyun returned to the dormitory for a nap. When she came back to the classroom, she saw Lu Yudong sitting alone at her desk, staring blankly at the clock with an obviously unhappy expression.

“What’s wrong?” Zhang Ziyun sat back down and nudged Lu Yudong with her elbow. “Don’t be upset. After you left at noon, Yang Kunpeng and the others were all sent to Old Mo’s office by your ‘Little Uncle.’ They all have to write a one-thousand-word essay today and read it out loud to apologize to you in front of the whole class during evening study.”

Seeing no response from Lu Yudong, Zhang Ziyun continued, “Your Little Uncle even warned them before he left: if anyone dares to bully you again, it won’t be as simple as leaving it to the teacher… Hey, Yudong, is he really one of those gang guys?”

“Ah… I don’t know.” Lu Yudong responded blankly, her expression a little dazed.

Zhang Ziyun didn’t pay much attention to Lu Yudong’s expression. She hugged her pink rabbit hand-warmer and continued talking to herself. “Lu Yudong, your Little Uncle is so handsome. What is his relationship with you? He’s so good to you.”

Lu Yudong said, “No relationship. I’ve only seen him twice. He’s my Elder Sister’s boss.”

“Boss?” Zhang Ziyun thought for a moment, then leaned in and whispered, “I think he’s her boyfriend, right?”

“He is not! Impossible!” Lu Yudong shouted, burying her head on the desk, closing her eyes in a huff.

Zhang Ziyun was startled by the reaction. She pushed Lu Yudong’s arm. “Hey, class is about to start. Don’t sleep now.”

“…” Lu Yudong was silent for a few seconds. She lifted her head, looked at Zhang Ziyun, and emphasized seriously, “Just the boss.”

“Just the boss, just the boss…” Zhang Ziyun quickly agreed.

Lu Yudong nodded in satisfaction. She looked up and saw Yang Kunpeng entering the classroom.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Yang Kunpeng seemed to deliberately avoid her gaze and didn’t even dare to lift his head.

Remember, when that guy was punished by the P.E. teacher earlier, his face was full of defiance. Why was he so obedient now?

Manzhu was right after all. Little punks are only afraid of big punks.

But suddenly, she felt a little unhappy. The “big punk” solved the problem with the “little punks” and even sent Manzhu a text message…

Was he trying to take credit for it?