No one understands rebirth better than me

Chapter 234 Guan Qiaoyun's Reward
As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly.

This sentence was put into practice when Guan Ren returned home at noon.

……

"I'm back…"

Guan Ren, who had been teased by Gu Wancheng all morning but had no one to confide in, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he got home.

It turned out that Guan Qiaoyun had just gotten off work and returned home.

"I got back late because of some work, but luckily the beef was pressed yesterday... Hey? You look exhausted?"

Guan Qiaoyun turned around and glanced at Guan Ren.

Then, as usual, she swung her feet and shook her slightly damp, sweaty black high heels onto the doormat with two "tap-tap" sounds.

"..."

Guan Ren was used to tidying up his mother's shoes.

Today, however, all I can think of when I see any high heels is Gu Wancheng's unconsciously seductive allure, which makes me feel a little complicated.

So he sat on the small stool by the door, calmed himself for a while, then stretched out two fingers, casually picked up Guan Qiaoyun's still warm high heels, and tossed them aside.

However, right after throwing it away, my mother, who can never break this bad habit, came out of the bedroom and threw over another pair of thin gray stockings, about 10D, that she had taken off.

It was originally meant to be thrown at the shoe.

This is Guan Qiaoyun's consistent practice.

But Guan Ren happened to be bending over at the door.

So it landed squarely on Guan Ren's face.

A light, slightly damp veil was placed directly over Guan Ren's mouth and nose.

"..."

In an instant, a damp, mellow fragrance, mixed with the unique scent of nylon fabric, seemed to permeate Guan Ren's heart and soul.

Of course, it just so happens to cover the mouth and nose.

So, in order to breathe, Guan Ren was forced to subconsciously take a slightly deeper breath.

"puff…"

This scene, witnessed by Guan Qiaoyun, made her unable to suppress a smile. While apologizing, she came over and brushed the stockings off Guan Ren's face.

"Accident, accident."

Guan Ren cooperated perfectly, wearing a look of disgust:
"It smells bad, take it away."

"Tsk!"

Upon hearing this, Guan Qiaoyun's phoenix eyes flashed with a hint of unease, but her pretty face immediately hardened:
"You little rascal! It's so hot outside in the middle of summer. Mom's been working all day, how could I not smell a bit when I get home? And I still have to cook for you! You..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Guan Ren was both amused and exasperated.

He also knew that women like Guan Qiaoyun or An Shuirou, who were usually very clean, were more likely to feel ashamed when people said things like "their stockings smelled bad."

However, due to her personality, Guan Qiaoyun would show this resentful expression at such times.

Why get so angry?
It's just a way to cover up the shame.

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After half an hour.

"Guan Ren—dinner's ready—"

"coming--"

In the bedroom, Guan Ren closed more than a dozen web pages with titles like "How to apply for music copyright" and "How to sell songs," as well as a web page titled "What should a novel author do if they want to delay updating?" and stretched.

Then he touched the guitar that Grandpa Lin had given him, which he had dug out again.

After taking a deep breath thoughtfully, he went to the dining table.

"Wow? This is quite a feast?"

Guan Ren was surprised.

In just half an hour, Guan Qiaoyun actually served up braised beef with tofu, stir-fried pork kidneys with chives, spicy stir-fried river shrimp, and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

"Mom, how did you do that? It's amazing!"

“What’s this? I’m your mother. Back then, after I gave birth to you, I started cooking for myself not long after.”

At this point, Guan Ren paused for a moment.

Then he tore off a piece of toilet paper, stood up, and went to Guan Qiaoyun's side.

"Hey, hey, what...what are you doing?"

"do not move…"

Guan Ren muttered to himself as he carefully wiped the sweat from her forehead, temples, and the back of her neck:

"Don't bother with that next time, I'll do it."

"Weren't you doing it every day last month? What happened to the agreement to take turns?"

Guan Ren remained silent, quietly wiping away the large beads of sweat from Guan Qiaoyun's body.

Because of her busy work in the kitchen during the summer, her fair skin in these areas was now flushed with a rich pink blush, like a peach that had just been washed.

Guan Ren, who was diligently wiping Guan Qiaoyun's sweat at that moment, was naturally unaware that he was the one who had attracted some of the beautiful pink color.

After all, once the tissue was soaked with Guan Qiaoyun's sweat, the rough texture of Guan Ren's fingertips was directly transmitted to Guan Qiaoyun's skin.

Including the back of the neck. You see, Guan Qiaoyun's back is one of the more... well... more sensitive parts of her body...

The back of the neck is the starting point of the back.

Therefore, even though Guan Qiaoyun knew that Guan Ren was being filial to her, she still couldn't help but feel a strange unease as his strong hand massaged and stroked the back of her neck.

To be honest, Guan Qiaoyun felt seven parts guilty and three parts ashamed.

After all, Guan Ren acted out of filial piety, but as a mother, she was... not very emotionally stable... which is really not right.

"All right."

Guan Qiaoyun calmed down for a moment:
"It's just a little sweat, don't worry about it."

"What do you mean by 'a little bit'? The back of your T-shirt is all wet. You'll catch a cold if you leave it there, don't you understand?"

"..."

If it weren't for the fact that he was at least filial, Guan Qiaoyun would have really wanted to raise her hand and hit him.

These are the kinds of things she taught her since she was little, right?

Now it's his turn to educate himself?

Guan Qiaoyun had long realized that her son only acted like a son when she adopted her maternal authority.

Besides, she often treats herself like a girl, let alone like a son.

Well…

No wonder those unfaithful women at the yoga studio still have people who believe Guan Ren is... her young husband or something...

Ah!
This little rascal, only in his second year of high school, is already showing signs of turning against the Heavenly Gang.

Guan Qiaoyun didn't even dare to think about what he would do if he grew another two years!

"Alright, alright, that's enough... We're eating, and your hands are all sweaty and sticky."

"Harmful."

Guan Ren crumpled the sweat-soaked paper ball, threw it into the trash can, rubbed his nose, and said nonchalantly:

"Sister Qiaoyun, who am I to you? How could I possibly look down on these things about you?"

"hehe."

Guan Qiaoyun sneered:
"When you got home, you were still complaining about me... complaining..."

Never mind, I'm a little embarrassed to say it.

"Hey~"

However, Guan Ren knew what she was talking about, and gave a good-natured smile:
"Actually, Sister Qiaoyun, I don't think your stockings smell bad, they actually smell nice!"

"Still talking! Still talking!"

Guan Qiaoyun's face darkened, and she gathered her hair at the back of her head, feeling her ears getting hot.

She suspected that this brat was deliberately bringing up a sore spot to embarrass her.

"Hurry up and eat!"

"Ugh."

Guan Ren curled his lips:
"These days, nobody believes you when you tell the truth..."

"Guan Ren, aren't you annoying?"

Guan Qiaoyun raised her delicate eyebrows, her phoenix eyes narrowed, and she glared at him:
"So many dishes can't shut you up from your babbling!"

Guan Ren was sullen.

Listen to her scolding.

Watching her stuff large chunks of beef into her bowl, I felt a warm glow in my heart.

……

Regardless of past life or this life.

He is truly blessed to have such a woman raise him.

……

Finally, after Guan Ren pressed him for details, he learned that Guan Qiaoyun had actually gotten off work late that day and had been busy with all this, just to reward herself.

"award?"

"Yes, you not only won the championship at this sports meet, but you also went on stage as a star. Do you really think your mother didn't know?"

"what…"

"What do you mean 'oh'? This morning, I ran into Zhang Chi's mother, and she went on and on about you, making you sound like a goddess..."

On the surface, Guan Qiaoyun exaggerated how much Zhang Chi's mother was described, while remaining remarkably calm herself.

But in reality, the pride in her son in her tone and expression was impossible to hide.

"But to be honest, Sister Qiaoyun, isn't this reward of cooking a delicious meal a bit... stingy?"

"If it's shabby, then don't eat it."

Guan Qiaoyun glared at him, but then, as if remembering something, said:
"I might give you an extra reward tonight."

"?"

Guan Ren's eyes lit up upon hearing this; he was actually quite looking forward to it.

(End of this chapter)