Chapter 109: So, That’s It? We’re Official?

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Han Li did not expect that the moment he stepped into the room, he would be embraced so tenderly, with soft jade pressed against him. Yun Yingying’s delicate face was streaked with tears. Her arms wrapped around Han Li’s waist, her head resting tightly against his chest, her whole body still trembling with quiet sobs.

Her tearful beauty made Han Li hesitate, unsure of how to move.

“Um, Yun Yingying, you being like this might easily cause misunderstandings. People who don’t know might think I did something to you. If your sister sees this, won’t she chase me down the street to beat me up?”

Yun Yingying ignored Han Li’s words, instead pressing her head further against his chest, softly saying, “Han Li, let me lean on you for a while. My heart is all tangled and I’m really scared right now.”

So that’s it — lending your chest for a moment isn’t such a big deal. But Yun Yingying, could your sobbing be a little less rhythmic? This time, there’s no little wolf charm to help cover the sound.

Before long, Yun Yingying felt something, though she didn’t quite understand what it was. She shifted slightly, and in that moment, what was a gaze straight into his eyes turned into a head tilted back.

“Ah, Han Li, you—”

Yun Yingying blushed deeply and exclaimed, releasing her hands and trying to retreat. Having been teased twice out of nowhere today, Han Li’s passion was now intense; there was no way he’d let her slip away easily.

With a gentle but firm grip, he held her in place, lowering his head to whisper softly by her ear, “I really can’t be blamed for this. These are just normal reactions. Besides, you’re such a beautiful girl in my arms—if I remained indifferent, then what kind of man would I be?”

Yun Yingying calmed down, no longer pretentious, and straightforwardly put her arms back, saying, “Han Li, I actually like you a lot. How about we be a couple?”

“No, Yun Yingying, this kind of thing isn’t a joke.”

“I’m serious. I’m definitely not joking.”

“But…”

“But what? Can’t you act like a man from Forty-Nine City?”

“How am I not acting like a man from Forty-Nine City? I’m saying if we’re going to be a couple, you have to seal the deal first.”

“Uh.”

At that moment, Han Li gently kissed Yun Yingying’s lips. She responded shyly with a soft hum, awkward but willing.

Her lips, like ripe crimson cherries, kissed sweetly and warmly.

As their lips parted lightly, her delicate steps shifted gently.

Yun Yingying’s hair was slightly tousled, her breath short and uneven. Now barely able to stand steadily, she leaned completely against Han Li, her face soft and radiant with affection, quietly saying, “Han Li, I…”

Outside in the courtyard, Yun Jingjing suppressed her sigh and called out impatiently, “Yingying, are you still upset? If you don’t start cooking soon, there won’t be any break for lunch.”

“Oh, I’m fine now.”

Hearing this, the two quickly separated. Han Li clenched his empty hands with a hint of regret. But at midday, this was probably as much as could be expected, especially with her sister just outside the door.

Still, since things started off well, how far could it be before he escapes the days of drinking chrysanthemum tea?

Yun Yingying tidied her hair and whispered softly, “I’ll tell my sister about us being a couple soon. Then she’ll give us more space to talk.”

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“What if your sister keeps a close watch on you after she finds out?”

Han Li had intended to smooth the wrinkles from her clothes but was dodged by the blushing girl.

“Not now, my sister is about to come in. If she sees this, it’ll definitely turn out like you said.”

Han Li: “I just wanted to help smooth your clothes. What are you thinking?”

Realizing her mistake, Yun Yingying’s face flushed even deeper as she shyly rolled her eyes at him.

“You go read on the kang (heated bed), I’ll bring you lunch when it’s ready.”

After she left, Han Li looked at his hands and sat down on the kang, silently reciting the Tang Dynasty poem about golden-threaded robes:

“Do not spare the golden-threaded robe, but cherish your youth. When flowers bloom, pluck them at once; do not wait till the branches are bare.”

He then picked up some old newspapers he had bought — not to be used for anything trivial, but as sources to understand current affairs and improve his ideological awareness.

The college entrance exam was reinstated in a few years, but that would also be a time of the most discerning thoughts. If one couldn’t keep up ideologically, it would be better not to take the exam.

Without proper ideological standing, it was almost impossible to be admitted, and one might even invite unnecessary trouble.

Yet Han Li’s mind was far from the newspapers; he was thinking about how he had accidentally kissed Yun Yingying earlier.

Yun Yingying really was quite suitable for him. First, both were from Forty-Nine City, making family visits convenient and mutual support easier.

Secondly, their lifestyles matched: they both enjoyed bean juice, fried dough rings, fried sausage, stew, fried liver, and noodles with soybean paste — sharing these meals was crucial because daily meals often spark family conflicts.

Having similar habits could greatly reduce household and in-law disputes.

Also, the Yun sisters had good character and came from a well-off family. Despite their circumstances, they rarely complained—at least Han Li had never seen it openly.

They were earnest at work without affectation, even better than Yang Xiuying.

As for their family issues, Han Li simply didn’t care.

Their family was certainly going through hard times now, but not for long. Regardless of their ups and downs, it didn’t affect him much; after all, he was a man with foresight and a golden touch.

If he couldn’t help his family live comfortably, he might as well drown himself.

Of course, Han Li needed to keep a clean record so he could smoothly enter university and polish his credentials.

After graduation, he planned to find a decent government job through connections and build a network for his future.

Wearing one layer of clothing and using his golden touch to make money, living the life of a landlord—that was his long-cherished dream.

Some friends might say Han Li was too cautious, but that was because they were too young and idealistic.

This world was never just black and white; its structure was immensely complex.

Reckless youths and show-offs never ended well; otherwise, where would those stories in films and dramas come from?

For example: “Are you sure this melon is ripe? Is the rind made of gold or the seeds?”

“Find Old Mo for me; I want to eat fish. The bigger the storm, the pricier the fish!”

In Jinghai, things favored the Gao family; whatever they desired would eventually belong to them. Even a coin falling from the sky would bear the Gao name.

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So, without connections, even a coal boss is nothing. Han Li had seen too many examples of this in his past life.

Therefore, even with a golden touch, Han Li remained humble—quietly helping his family live well was the true path.

While Han Li was lost in thought about the future, Yun Yingying came over carrying the kang table.

“Wash your hands, we’re ready to eat.”

This… gave a faint sense of home.

Lunch today was noodles with soybean paste, with Yun Jingjing making the sauce and Yun Yingying cutting the noodles.

The taste was as delicious as ever, though Yun Jingjing kept glancing at Han Li from time to time.

After the meal, Yun Jingying was sent to wash the dishes, and Yun Jingjing sat down, adopting a serious tone for a long talk with Han Li.

“My sister is no longer a child; how she chooses is her right. But you two are just dating now. If you want to marry, you need the family’s approval. And if I find out you’ve done anything wrong before that, you can bet I’ll give you a good beating.”

Han Li suddenly wanted to tease her, so he asked with a puzzled look, “Wrong things? What do you mean by wrong things?”

Yun Jingjing couldn’t help but laugh. Though she was Yun Yingying’s sister, the two were triplets and the same age. This topic was difficult for a young lady to bring up, and she only vaguely understood it herself, so she spoke indirectly:

“Just… you know, don’t do things that make everyone laugh at you.”

At that moment, Yun Yingying returned from washing dishes and sat down by the kang, about to speak.

Yun Jingjing said, “Are you done? Then let’s hurry home to rest, or else we’ll have to work soon.”

Without giving Yun Yingying a chance to argue, she grabbed her hand and pulled her away.

Han Li said, “Slow down, don’t fall.”

He didn’t even leave the door, comfortably lying back on the kang, indifferent to Yun Jingjing’s reaction.

In this world, there’s no such thing as guarding against thieves a thousand days—no one can guard forever.

If you can guard against the first day, can you guard against the fifteenth?

Han Li was certain about Yun Yingying; not even Jesus could keep her away.

At home, Yun Yingying was being lectured by her sister, but judging by her expression, she wasn’t listening at all.

No matter how beautiful life might be, when the afternoon comes, work still must be done.

Just as Han Li stepped outside, he ran into Yun Yingying, who immediately slipped away from her sister and joined him.

Due to the social norms of the time, the two kept a certain distance on the street.

Han Li and Yun Yingying walked ahead, with Yun Jingjing following behind, forming an inverted triangle.

They laughed and chatted as they headed toward the fields, though even this made Yun Jingjing somewhat uncomfortable.

Another afternoon of slow, drawn-out work passed. This time, Han Li didn’t rush back.

Leaning against a large tree by the roadside, he waited for Yun Yingying to walk home with him, hoping to build goodwill and ease any resistance to his next moves.

But before Yun Yingying arrived, He Mi and Hao Hongmin appeared first.

Thanks to: Fantasy, Xiang Ni for donations of 1500 points.

Thanks to: Qing Leng Yu Ye for donations of 100 book coins.

(End of chapter)