Rebirth: At the beginning, the cool school beauty was caught stealing in the supermarket

Chapter 630 Let's Do Something Big Together
The Taoist priest immediately stepped forward to support the chair and instructed the uncle, "Don't move, don't move, I can do it myself."

The uncle nodded with a simple smile and withdrew his hand. He glanced at his palm, which still bore the scratches from playing games yesterday.

Although he is still a college student, he knows he is no longer young.

He couldn't understand many of the things his classmates were saying, and he often couldn't fit in. Sometimes when they talked about funny things, he would sit on the side and laugh along. It wasn't because he was afraid of not fitting in, but because he felt that when he laughed with these young people about the same thing, he seemed to become an 18-year-old boy at that moment.

These two days of outdoor training were the happiest two days of his life.

Without the pressure of academic studies or the burden of raising his wife and children, all he felt was the joy and satisfaction of playing with these kids. Now, sitting in his hospital bed and looking back, he still finds those two days incredibly unforgettable.

Thinking of this, the uncle placed his palm on the blanket, and his mood suddenly became gloomy.

"By the way, the counselor told your aunt about this. Such a big thing can't be left uninformed to your family," the Taoist priest said, looking up.

The uncle nodded slightly: "That's good, saves me the trouble of making a phone call. I don't even know how to tell them myself... What was your aunt's reaction when she heard it?"

"I wasn't listening," the Taoist priest lied to him, his head bowed.

The uncle was silent for a moment, then suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, Xiao Yang, why don't you help cook noodles at Xia's shop for now? Have Xiao Zhong cover the delivery for a while, and then you can hire someone else to cook noodles these next few days... I'm not sure about my situation..."

The Taoist priest forced a stiff smile: "Don't worry, you can come back and cook noodles again when you're better, it'll be the same."

The uncle smiled and nodded, "Okay, okay."

"But this disease... is difficult to cure, isn't it?" The uncle looked up, trying to force a smile, but his features seemed weak, though a faint glimmer of hope still flickered in his eyes.

At this moment, he wanted to be comforted, even if it was fake.

The Taoist priest quickly replied, "It's easy to cure, easy to cure. I checked, a hematopoietic stem cell transplant will do."

The middle-aged man listened attentively, and his facial features finally relaxed.

……

More than a month later, on November 15th, at Zhuhai University.

The weather has gotten a little colder; summer has ended, and autumn has arrived once again.

Bai Qingxia still prefers to wear skirts, but she always wears underwear underneath. So, her previous statement about not liking to wear skirts was just because she wasn't used to it. Once she got used to it, she was ultimately a young and beautiful girl.

Zhong Jincheng has been the most exhausted person this past month.

After the uncle was hospitalized, Bai Qingxia was unwilling to hire a new person, so she handed over the uncle's work to Zhong Jincheng. Therefore, Zhong Jincheng had to do both cooking noodles and delivering food. Logically speaking, someone as lazy as him would not agree to this, but Lu Yuanqiu's two reasons moved him.

First, the uncle who cooks noodles earns 3,000 a month, while Zhong Jincheng can earn 2,000 a month by delivering food. Although it's tiring, he can earn a total of 5,000 a month, which is more than twice that of Luo Wei.

Secondly, if he takes over, he can temporarily help the older man keep his job.

It’s noon this day.

After things calmed down in the shop, Bai Qingxia called the employees over and started paying their wages.

Zhong Jincheng had lost a lot of weight and looked much darker than a month ago, but his eyes were brighter and more energetic than before. Moreover, his physique had clearly been strengthened. Compared to his previous frail scholar appearance, he now had more defined facial features and was more muscular.

However, according to Lu Yuanqiu's explanation, it was all because Zhong Jincheng had been so exhausted during this period that he had lost all desire, which was why he had become so energetic. Taking the envelope from Bai Qingxia with both hands, Zhong Jincheng wore an undisguised smile. The envelope was thick, and touching it gave him a sense of security.

He opened it, glanced at it, and immediately said to Bai Qingxia, "Thank you, boss!"

Bai Qingxia smiled at him: "Aren't you going to count them?"

"No need, no need! I'm going back to my dorm to eat first!"

Although he received his salary, Zhong Jincheng still couldn't bear to eat well. He only bought a bag of noodles that had been cooked but no one wanted and had already clumped together.

He quickly ran back to his dorm room, eating noodles while texting Luo Wei, inviting her to a big meal the next day.

In the past month, he and Luo Wei had only met once and parted hastily. Both of them were too busy to be intimate, and with the daytime exhaustion, they fell asleep before they could release their pent-up desire. It's fair to say that Zhong Jincheng had been pent up for the past month.

Lu Yuanqiu is absolutely right. The reason he looks so energetic now might just be because he hasn't had any dealings with the second son.

Zhong Jincheng wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Putting aside the pros and cons for now, he was on the verge of taking off and needed to land once.

Tomorrow happens to be Sunday, and he plans to do something big with Luo Wei.

After finishing his meal, Zhong Jincheng opened the envelope, climbed onto the bed, and lay down to count the money one bill at a time. When he reached the 51st bill, he paused, sat up abruptly, and continued counting: 52, 53... 59, 60.

Zhong Jincheng put the money aside in a daze and quickly sent a message to Bai Qingxia.

Zhong Jincheng: Boss, didn't I give you too much? How come it's six thousand?
Bai Qingxia: I didn't give you much, thank you for your hard work. [clasped hands]

Ah, so that's what Bai Qingxia meant when she said "Aren't you going to count it?" when she was giving out wages. Zhong Jincheng smiled after realizing what she meant.

Luo Wei has lost some weight recently, and her dark circles are very pronounced. Although she hasn't been officially hired yet, she has more work to do every day than a regular employee.

However, Luo Wei rarely complained to Zhong Jincheng about work-related matters; she especially disliked showing such negative energy in front of him.

The two strolled hand in hand through the night market. Zhong Jincheng noticed Luo Wei carrying a handbag in her other hand and asked curiously, "What's wrong with the bag?"

"Oh, the strap broke, it's okay, I can just carry it," Luo Wei explained with a smile.

Zhong Jincheng thought for a moment and prepared to make his suggestion: "I found you a place to rent by yourself. You can move there sometime. We can split the rent, and it will definitely not be much more expensive than the place you are currently sharing."

"Why are you spending money? You're not even living here. Save your earnings and don't spend them on unnecessary things. There's nothing wrong with sharing a place."

Just as Zhong Jincheng had expected, Luo Wei immediately denied it. He stopped and began to lie: "I've already paid the rent."

“You…” Luo Wei was speechless.

Zhong Jincheng smiled smugly at her. Luo Wei lowered her eyes and sighed helplessly, "Fine, I'll pay the rent for the rest myself."

"We'll talk about the rest later."

When the two returned to their shared apartment that night, Zhong Jincheng ran into Luo Wei's roommate's boyfriend again as he came out of his room. This time it was even worse; the man came out to use the toilet wearing only his underwear and was scratching his crotch as he walked. Luo Wei turned her head away in disgust at the sight. Clearly, this had been happening frequently over the past month.

(End of this chapter)