Pen

"Wan Chao, your father is an outstanding soldier. As the descendant of your father, you should inherit your father's legacy and promote his good work."

Eh, she already knew that Jiang Kechu was going to give her a lecture like this. It seemed like Jiang Kechu had heard her conversation with Zhuo Yao just now.

Wan Chao chuckled and nodded casually, "Thank you for your guidance, Uncle Jiang. I understand."

She didn't want to waste too much time with Jiang Kechu, so she agreed with him. If she tried to retort or something, Jiang Kechu would definitely grab her and scold her with a stern face, as if he was scolding his subordinates.

Seeing that Wan Chao's attitude was not bad, Jiang Kechu nodded his head. After thinking about it, he took out a pen from his pocket and passed it to Wan Chao.

Unconsciously, she took a step back and looked suspiciously at the pen in front of her.

"This pen is for you. I hope you can study well and get into a good university to comfort your father's spirit in heaven."

In the '90s, it was popular to send people pens, notebooks and the like, but Wan Chao was not used to accepting other people's things, especially since this thing was given by Jiang Kechu, who she was planning to draw a clear line between them.

Wan Chao lowered her gaze and said lightly, "No need, Uncle Jiang, I will study hard." After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave.

What did he mean? What right did he have to be so sure that she hadn't studied properly?!

Besides, if she does or does not study well, or if she is admitted to a good university, what does it have to do with you, Jiang Kechu!

He took two steps forward, and in the blink of an eye, he stuffed the pen into Wan Chao's bag, and then he said solemnly, "Be obedient, and study hard. This pen is not only for me, but for all the soldiers your father has ever brought with him."

With that, he left in big strides.

Wan Chao looked at the self-righteous back of Jiang Kechu, gritted her teeth, glared, and waved her fist at him helplessly.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Kechu was gone, and Wan Chao unwillingly took out the pen from her schoolbag, which had the word 'Hero' written on it.

Wan Chao had seen this pen in her previous life. Jiang Kechu often used this pen when he was writing. His sister had once asked Jiang Kechu for this pen, but he hadn't given it.

Wan Chao felt that the pen was a bit hot. She raised her hand and threw out the pen. I don't want your pen!

"Aiyo, who's throwing stuff around?" A boy in front of her covered his head and turned around.

He saw the hand Wan Chao raised and knew it was her doing. He looked around and picked up the murder weapon — the pen.

Wan Chao bared her teeth, how could she be so accurate? She casually threw it and it landed on a handsome young man. Judging by his school uniform, he should be from the same school as her.

Since she was in the wrong, Wan Chao didn't have a temper. She forced out an apologetic smile and went up to him.

"Excuse me, fellow student, but I accidentally threw my pen and it hit you in the head. I'm very sorry, but if you need to go to the hospital for an examination, I can accompany you and I can also pay for the medical expenses."

If she did something wrong, she would have to lower her head. Since she was so cooperative, there was a high chance that the other party would not pursue the matter, Wan Chao thought.

As expected, the boy felt embarrassed when he saw how sincere Wan Chao was. He felt like a man who had just hit his head. He didn't need to go to a hospital, and she was also a pretty girl.

The boy blushed a little and said, "I hope you will pay more attention in the future and not throw anything around. Luckily, it was nothing. If you hit someone else, it might not be so bad."

With that, he handed the pen to Wan Chao.

She hadn't expected that this little boy would be so kind-hearted, that he didn't pursue the matter.

Wan Chao took the pen and continued to look grateful, thanking him.

The boy looked at Wan Chao again, then hurriedly turned around and left.

Wan Chao looked at the boy's flustered back view and rolled her eyes. Was this kid scared by her beauty?

It was all Jiang Kechu's fault.

Wan Chao didn't want to stir up any trouble at the moment. She only wanted to study hard and help Bai Zhexi run the soy sauce business, get into a good university, and live happily with her.

She stuffed the pen back into her schoolbag, lifted her hand, and saw that it was getting late, and hastened to the school.

During the evening self-study, Wan Chao tried her best to get rid of all distractions and lowered her head to study.

Her tablemate had looked up several times to see that Wan Chao'er was stroking a pen with one hand, and it seemed very strange. It seemed very precious.

When she returned home at night, Wan Chao placed a key in front of Bai Zhexi.

Bai Zhexi looked at the key and asked curiously: "Where did you get this key?"

Wan Chao smiled and told her about Liu Li returning a thousand yuan, as well as the fact that she rented a small yard.

After a long time, Bai Zhexi could not recover her wits. She looked at the key and then at her somewhat immature sixteen-year-old daughter.

She hadn't thought that Chao'er would be able to get a thousand yuan. She also hadn't thought that this child would have such a big idea.

She didn't even talk about it with her before taking the initiative to rent a house.

Seeing that Bai Zhexi could not recover from her shock for a long time, Wan Chao pondered for a moment. Had she gone too far?

She organized her thoughts and said to Bai Zhexi, "Mom, I didn't purposely not discuss this with you nor spend money carelessly. Look, we're making more and more sauces now, this place is really too small, and it's upstairs, it's too inconvenient to go up and down. Although we've spent money now, we'll always get it back …"

When Bai Zhexi saw how her daughter carefully consoled her, she felt extremely sad. She raised her hand to hold her daughter's hand, stopping her explanation. However, her tears still flowed down in a daze.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I won't do that ever again. Mom, I'm sorry, don't cry …"

Her mother's tears burned her heart.

"Mom doesn't blame you. I feel that I've let you down too much. You're still a high school student, and in the end, everything has to be done for you. Mom is too incompetent, and you still have to coax her. You did very well. Mom doesn't blame you, but Mom just felt too worried, and she couldn't hold back her tears."

Wan Chao heaved a sigh of relief and carefully wiped her tears away. She said, "Mom, as long as you're fine and stay by my side, then anything is better than anything."

Bai Zhexi murmured, "Yes, we must be fine, mother and daughter." She held her daughter's hand tightly, feeling that she had never been so close to her daughter before.