Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
When Su Yiting crossed paths with Lu Qiaochen next, it was half a year later on a cruise. This was the first time she had been allowed to follow her parents to an official dinner. If not for her mother’s reminder, Su Yiting would have forgotten this young boy who had once saved her from distress.
Two of the Tang family triplets were present. Tang Nianqin was not feeling well, so she stayed at home. Therefore, Su Yiting was left without a buddy that night.
After the meal, all the kids were feeling sleepy. However, there weren’t that many bedrooms to go around, so two of the children had to share the same room.
The memory of Tang Niancheng’s bullying still fresh in her mind, Su Yiting refused to share a room with Tang Niancheng or Tang Niangu, who looked similar to his younger brother. In the end, she had no choice but to sleep with Lu Qiaochen.
Lu Qiaochen was similar to how he had been when Lu Yiting saw him for the first time, his face devoid of emotion. When he heard he was going to bunk with Su Yiting, he turned to look at the girl. When his father ordered him to lead Su Yiting to go and rest, he got up from his seat rather unwillingly. He walked to Su Yiting and said, “Let’s go.”
Su Yiting turned to look at Song Qingchun. When Song Qingchun nodded, she mimicked Lu Qiaochen and jumped down from her seat. Then she ran to catch up to the boy. Lu Qiaochen stopped moving and turned his head sideway to glance at Su Yiting. The boy, who was averse to human contact, didn’t swing Su Yiting’s arm away. He slowed down his steps and allowed the girl to pull on his shirt, and they entered the room together.
That afternoon, they shared the same blanket during nap time.
During lunch, Su Yiting had plenty of juice to drink. Therefore, in her nap, she dreamed that she was looking for the toilet. When she found it, she peed readily. She was woken up by the sticky feeling on her lower body. She opened her eyes blurrily, and as she patted her dress, she realized that she had wetted the bed. The five-year-old girl was drowned in feelings of shame, and in her nervousness, she started to sob softly.
Lu Qiaochen was woken up by Su Yiting’s crying. The boy sat up in bed with a frown, his demeanor suspiciously like a grown up. He turned to look at the crying girl with a curious frown. However, when he spotted the wet stain on the bed, the situation immediately dawned on him.
Knowing that Lu Qiaochen had seen her wet the bed, Su Yiting cried even louder.
Lu Qiaochen’s frown deepened. He looked around the room before jumping off the bed. He half-dragged and half-pulled Su Yiting into the bathroom. He grabbed the hair-dryer and aimed it as Su Yiting’s damp dress. Then, he cupped some water from the faucet and splashed it at his own pants. He pulled some napkins and tried his best to wipe the tears on the girl’s face away. Like an adult, he comforted her in a calm voice. “Don’t cry, don’t worry, I guarantee no one will know.”
Su Yiting heard this and glanced at Lu Qiaochen through her tears. Then she asked with burgeoning hope in her voice, “Really?”
“Really!” Lu Qiaochen’s young face was set with stern promise.
Su Yiting broke into a smile, and the frown on Lu Qiaochen’s relaxed.
When the two kids came out from the bathroom, Song Qingchun and Qiao Anhao walked into the room together to check on the kids.
Qiao Anhao spotted the stain on the bed instantly, and she turned to question the children, “Who wetted the bed?”
Su Yiting lowered her head nervously, but before she could say anything, Lu Qiaochen opened his mouth to say, “Mother, I’m sorry, it was me.”
No matter how many years later, whenever someone brought up Lu Qiaochen, this would be the first memory that entered her mind.
It was probably also from then on that a pattern was formed. Su Yiting would get into trouble, and Lu Qiaochen would be there to clean up her mess.
