With a click, the door opened, the pathway was smooth, and the door itself was huge. Buying this Siheyuan was truly a success, a lifetime home indeed. The initial fifty thousand might become the fortune of descendants, all residing here now.
Jian Zhiqing rode the tricycle in and parked it under the eave, protecting it from the rain.
Everyone had arrived, Qin Xiangnuan couldn’t possibly send them away.
Just as she entered the house, the chill from outside seemed to lessen instantly. Although the weather was not too cold since it was already spring, the sudden spring rain had cooled it down again. But once inside, it warmed up.
Qin Xiangnuan quickly grabbed a clean towel and placed it in front of Jian Zhiqing, whose hair was wet, and his clothes had gotten a bit damp.
"Brother Jian, wipe yourself. I’ll go cook noodles right away."
As she spoke, she was about to head to the kitchen, but someone pulled her hand.
That hand was so warm, so hot, it made her heart tremble.
"Change your clothes first," Jian Zhiqing placed a towel on Qin Xiangnuan’s head and gently wiped her hair. "Young lady, don’t catch a cold," he slightly bent down, staring at Qin Xiangnuan’s slightly pale face.
She really has grown up, he thought, pinching Qin Xiangnuan’s baby-fat cheeks, which were soft and quite adorable.
Chun Xiangnuan indeed had a baby face, yet her eyes were big and spirited. Only about fifteen or sixteen years old, she radiated the youthful tenderness and freshness of budding spring.
"Go ahead, I’m not in a hurry," he removed the towel and took off his shirt, hanging it aside, carefully wiping the droplets of water from it, showing just how much he cherished the garment. Suddenly, Qin Xiangnuan felt a sourness in her nose, her eyes inexplicably sore as if hurt was throbbing there.
She hurried into her room, opened the closet intending to find a piece of clothing for Jian Zhiqing, but found nothing except her own clothes, fairly new, nothing worn out. She didn’t like buying clothes; she preferred making her own when she had free time, as these lasted a long time.
Her dressing style was always simple, not liking flashy decorations. Perhaps due to hardships in her past life, even in this life where she wasn’t short of money, she was still frugal. If she had known she would meet him, she would have made him a piece of clothing at the very least, something he could change into during such weather.
She took out her own clothes, changed, and decided to wash the dirty ones when she had time.
She was about to cook noodles in the kitchen. Luckily, there was a gas stove at home, and the vegetables were ready too, so no need to go out and buy, which should be quick.
Thinking it over, she bought a bottle of milk from the system’s store, which was already warm when it appeared, just mildly warm. She carried the milk to the kitchen, found a small pot, poured it in, and heated it up.
"Brother Jian, this is for you to drink."
She held the warmed milk with both hands and placed it in front of Jian Zhiqing.
"Thank you," Jian Zhiqing took it and started drinking unceremoniously, clearly not minding milk, unlike Qin Xiangyang, who absolutely refused to drink it, claiming it was only for little babies, causing her to still have about half a year’s supply left.
She then went back to the kitchen, kneaded the dough, and started making noodles.