CH 116

There weren’t a lot of things that Wen Chuo had, especially considering how his room was a bit on the small side as each household layout was a bit different. So in the end, it was decided that he would be the one to move in with Bai Yang, and he went to find San-shen to end his lease.

There would never be a lack of renters for an apartment, so when he leaves, naturally there would be someone else lined up to rent his place. San-shen casually asked, 

“Where are you moving to? There’s no other place that’s as cheap as mine.”

Wen Chuo gave her a random excuse, 

“Bai Yang’s. After all, we both live by ourselves and living together can ease up on rent.”

In San-shen’s eyes, Bai Yang was a small pitiful child, being squeezed out of his worth until there was nothing left. Hearing his reply, she didn’t know what she should say, and she patted her dress, furrowing her eyebrows as she said, 

“Don’t bully him, especially considering how you both have grown up here together from such a young age. Has Bai Yang agreed?”

All the neighbours around here were quite nice and looked out for each other, in some sort of fashion. He pushed up his glasses and smiled along, 

“He has agreed. If he didn’t, I can’t force him to otherwise. I’ll be moving and emptying out the apartment for you today.”

San-shen sighed and then nodded her head before leaving.

There were only that few staff at the restaurant, so there wasn’t really a rotation for holidays. In the bright and early morning, Bai Yang had gone to work, leaving his key with Wen Chuo for him to move in by himself.

There weren’t a lot of things. Besides clothes, it was all daily necessities. Textbooks and notebooks had already been sold off by Wen Chuo as wasted materials. So for what was left, he used only one big bag to stuff all the clothes in and then also quickly packed up his toiletries and rolled up his bedding. Without much luggage, he went to move into the unit opposite of him.

The closet was a normal size, but Bai Yang had very little clothes, they didn’t occupy much space. It was all folded neatly and organized, silently sitting in their corners. Compared to Wen Chuo, who had so many strange outfits that even a couple bags couldn’t fit all of it, it was a very sharp contrast between their two stacks of clothing.

He knelt in front of the closet and sighed before finally trying to tackle the dreaded challenge of organizing his clothes. He scanned across the available space when his eyes caught sight of a shoebox tucked inside. His pinky casually lifted it up to see what was inside, and he froze upon seeing what was in it.

Inside was a stack of awards from the olden days, about thirty or so certificates, with only one person’s name on them. But the papers had been torn apart by someone and someone else seemed to have taped them all back together.

They were all Wen Chuo’s.

Many years ago, when Liu Ruo Qing was still alive, she had always repeated one thing over and over into his ear: 

“……You are the oldest child of the Wen family, and the inheritor of the Wen family. Study well and don’t let your mother be embarrassed. The difficulty we face now is only temporary. In the future, they will regret it, and they will come and take you back.”
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