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âWearing a suit? Only Zhu Daodao and I. Daodao is the nickname I gave him. But you wouldnât know how much he nags, he prattles on more than the law codes I memorized.â
âIs he a local from Qiang City? And what about his family background?â
She recalls her benefactor mentioning that he is not a local. Although he never spoke about his family, the fact that he managed to resolve the issues with the scumbagâs family implies that his own family is relatively influential.
âHe is not a local. Never heard him talking about his family. Once while drinking, he unintentionally mentioned that his father was a leader, which is probably why he has officialdom in his speech Xiao Mei, why do you seem
more interested in him than you are in your boyfriend whom you havenât seen in a while?â
Things seem off to Yu Minglang as his long-lost girlfriend seems to be more interested in asking about somebody else. Worse still, that man is someone whom Minglang dislikes, leaving him simmer with jealousy.
Xiao Qian doesnât have time to think about all that, she needs to confirm who her benefactor is.
Taking the two wish cards from her pocket, âLook at these, which handwriting is his?â
Yu Minglang looked at the two wish cards she had taken out, and his eyes lit up.
âXiao Mei, why do you have my â My goodness, such an awkward feeling.
Itâs like having my secret exposed.
Xiao Qian doesnât notice Yu Minglangâs discomfort. Holding one card in each hand, she asks, âWhich one is his?â
Yu Minglang suddenly becomes resentful.
âI donât want to tell you.â
He decides to be unfeeling, he doesnât want to comply with this ungrateful woman.
âBe serious, Iâm discussing an important matter.â Xiao Qian intends to confirm the handwriting. If she can, then generally speaking, she can confirm her past life benefactor is Zhu Dexi.
The benefactor sent her tuition fees in the past using his friendâs name. She, therefore, did not know his real name.
âWhy are you so hung up on him? What has Zhu Daodao done to have left such a lasting impression on you?â
âAhh, my classmate received a scholarship, and he wrote me a letter in this handwriting. These two handwritings look alike, so I want to confirm which handwriting is hisâ¦â
Xiao Qian reluctantly comes up with an excuse. Logically speaking, it makes sense, because anyone who could help strangers must have a big heart and may regularly support students.
âHow could these two be the same? See, this handwriting is strong and firm, clearly someone with deep skill. Look at how moving it is, expressing his fondness for his wife. It says: âChoose who I love, Love who I choose.â If a time limit were to be added, it would be forever. Such a responsible man is hard to find.â
Yu Minglang detailed one of the cards, then looked disdainfully at the other one. âNow look at this one: âa healthy family.â Clearly, it is from a single man, can you tell what kind of a man is still single at the age of 30? Always rambling about tradition and customs, itâs obviously because he has defects. Look at his ugly handwriting -â
Xiao Qian is confused by his evaluations. He was required to distinguish between two seemingly similar handwriting styles, so why are they being portrayed so differently?
âSo, you know both of them?â
âUh-huhâ
Xiao Qian immediately shook his arm, âTell me, please?â
Yu Minglang was usually really vulnerable to Xiao Qianâs coquetryâheâd practically offer her his head as a football if she were to coyly ask him for it. But not today. The more she pouts, the angrier he gets.
âTell you what? So what if he donated money and sponsored a student? Did your classmate receive money with a remittance slip signed by Wang Erfu?â âHow do you know that?â
Yu Minglangâs gaze drifted. âThere was a coworker named Wang Erfu at my old unit. He limped due to a leg injury. Whenever any of us donated money or sponsored a student, we always did it in his name.â
âWhat?! I didnât expect that.â
âSo, you donât need to go investigating. Over half the people at my old unit have sponsored students. Zhu Daodao wasnât the first, and he certainly wonât be the last.â
Righteousness, justice, these are engraved in our hearts, and they wonât change even if we part ways.â
âYou mean, one of these slips was written by Zhu Dexi?â Xiao Qian grasps the point in Yu Minglangâs words.
âYou figure it out, I wonât tell you.â After saying this, Yu Minglang grabs both cards.
His phone ringsâitâs his unitting calling him. Everyone is ready.
âXiao Mei, stop running around during the holiday. Iâll see if I can take time off to come meet you.â He warmed Xiao Qianâs cheek with his hands before he turned to leave.
Xiao Qian pouts. She was dealing with a worthless scoundrel who wouldnât share useful information. She didnât feel like saying goodbye to him.
Yu Minglang had walked quite a distance before he looked back to see Xiao Qian. She was heading the opposite direction, she didnât look back, and muttered to herself.
âThis heartless little girl, couldnât she say something nice? She doesnât even recognize her own boyfriendâs handwriting and still managed to throw a tantrum at me.â
On his way past the wish-granting tree, Yu Minglang stopped to ask the girl selling cards.
âThe beauty who was just here with the mole on her forehead, which one did she write?â
âThat sister? I remember⦠this one!â The girl pointed to an empty one.
âShe didnât write anything?â
âYeah, the sister said that she would get what she wants through her own efforts and didnât need to write a wish.â
Yu Minglang laughed, thatâs definitely Xiao Meiâs style. He reaches out, takes one card, and also takes Xiao Meiâs card. He intertwined the two card strings together to make one, then ties it back on the tree.
âBrother, what are youâ¦?â The girl selling cards was confused.
âSheâs my girlfriend.â
Yu Minglang looked at the combination of the two cards, his eyes warming.
He now shared his wishes with her blank card. Now both of them could be happy together.
Regarding the other card⦠Yu Minglang untied Zhu Daodaoâs card and tied it far, far away from his and Xiao Meiâs. The further away the better. All Zhu Daodao did was donate some money, was there really a need for Xiao Mei to overthink it?
As if nobody else ever did a good deedâ¦
Xiao Qian boarded a bus home, preoccupied with thoughts of her benefactor.
By now, she was nearly certain that her benefactor was Zhu Daodao. No, his real name is Zhu Dexi.
But something felt strange. Did her benefactor in her past life wear glasses?
She couldnât remember⦠And his height didnât seem right either. She vaguely remembered her benefactor being unusually tall.
But Xiao Qiang said that in this park, the people who fit the description of the girl selling the wish cards were Zhu Dexi and Yu Minglang. If it wasnât Zhu Dexi could it be that it was
Xiao Qian shook her head, no. She couldnât possibly not recognize her own boyfriendâs handwriting. Xiao Qiang wrote very beautifully, not in this style. And if Yu Minglang had saved her, wouldnât she remember something? Also, when she pursued Xiao Qiang later in life, he didnât act like someone who knew her. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Xiao Qian quickly brushed off this fleeting thought. She was now convinced that Zhu Dexi was her benefactor from her past life..