Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Sheng Yang’s tense nerves relaxed somewhat. She asked, “Aren’t you the one who called me? Shouldn’t I be asking this?”
“My sixth sense felt there was something wrong. That’s why I called you.”
Sheng Yang blinked and was speechless. Whatever. She knew she couldn’t believe everything Yi Juncheng said.
“OK, just tell me.”
Sheng Yang blinked and asked, “How do I make a person happy?”
“…” The moment Yi Juncheng heard that, his breathing almost stopped. Assuming that his little monster finally noticed him, he couldn’t wait to fly back to her by private jet.
But in the next moment, his sense of reason sobered him up. “Who do you want to make happy?”
Sheng Yang briefly told him what happened, and Yi Juncheng was speechless.
Sure enough, his little monster hadn’t found out about his feelings for her yet. Fortunately, he hadn’t voiced his misunderstanding. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have told him anything.
But he was very happy. He was probably the first person around whom she put her guard down.
Yi Juncheng propped his chin up with a hand, looking casual but his tone serious. “They want to give you a lot, but they want very little from you.”
“What do they want from me? I’ll buy it!” Sheng Yang said cheerfully. If she could make her mother happy, she would spend all the money in her bank account.
“You don’t have to buy anything.”
“Huh?”
Yi Juncheng said something which surprised Sheng Yang. Is it that simple?
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! When my parents were still alive, this worked every time.”
Yi Juncheng reminisced, and his voice turned slightly hoarse.
This time he wasn’t acting pitiful, but after hearing Sheng Yang’s heartfelt words, he suddenly missed his parents.
“Okay, let me try!” Sheng Yang paused and said, “You helped me. If I succeed, I’ll grant you a request.”
Young Master Yi’s eyes brightened when he heard that, and he almost blurted out something he had long been dreaming of, but in the end, he managed to choke it back. “Well… then I’ll have to think about it.”
His tone was meaningful.
Sheng Yang didn’t overthink it and hung up the phone.
**
In the kitchen, Kang Weizhen was cooking a pot of fresh and delicious chicken soup.
There were many servants in the family and she was always busy, but when it came to Yangyang, she always did everything for her daughter herself.
Sheng Yang crouched low and gradually approached her. Her amber eyes looked like a kitten’s eyes, and now walking on tiptoe, she looked even more like a kitten.
Sheng Hanjing happened to enter the kitchen to check if his mother was okay when he noticed Sheng Yang’s weird behavior, “Sister…”
Sheng Yang turned to look at him and hushed him. “Shhh.”
Sheng Hanjing didn’t dare to say anything. In his soft and clean white sweater, he stood by the kitchen door, watching silently.
His expression was even piously gentle, as soft as water.
Yangyang was so adorable.
Kang Weizhen was concentrating on cooking soup, clueless to what was going on behind her, muttering to herself, “Drinking soup can make Yangyang more and more beautiful, but my daughter is already beautiful enough, haha!”
What happened today haunted her like a nightmare, leaving a shadow in her heart, but she had to move on. She didn’t want her sadness to affect Yangyang. Otherwise, it would hurt her daughter too, so she was trying to distract herself.
At this moment, her body stiffened, and with a clang, the spoon in her hand fell into the jar.
