Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets

Chapter 839: Chapter 839: My Name Is Not Jinzi

"I don’t need this." Sun Rou instinctively refused.

Shen Jing stood up, his tall figure blocking her like a towering wall. He looked down at her and said, "It’s not much money, just enough for you to pay off your debts. That house, it’s near the factory. Your sister can walk to work in less than half an hour. The houses here are dilapidated. More importantly, it’s not safe for two girls like you."

"If your sister goes to the factory, and you’re home alone, what if a bad person comes? You could call for help and no one would come. Who would help you?" Shen Jing’s warnings weren’t just alarmist; this place was pretty much a slum, with all kinds of people living here, it was inevitable that someone might harbor ill intentions towards two young women at home.

Especially since Sun Rou was so strikingly beautiful.

"This..."

Sun Qing had never thought of this before, but now as Shen Jing spoke, she instinctively looked at Sun Rou beside her. Even in the most ordinary clothes, Sun Rou’s beauty was undeniable.

"Sister, we’ve been living here for such a long time, isn’t it safe?" Sun Rou said uncertainly, feeling that Shen Jing’s words were somewhat exaggerated.

Sun Qing was silent for a moment before saying, "I will apply to live in the employee dormitory at the factory."

Sun Rou’s eyes lit up, and she instantly nodded in agreement, saying, "Sister, I’ll stay with you."

...

In the end, Shen Jing left empty-handed. Sitting in the car, Shen Jing asked the assistant, "Did I offer too little money?"

Money, house, company—he could even send her abroad. Yet Sun Rou wasn’t tempted at all, only showing hesitation when worried about Sun Qing.

"Mr. Shen, Miss Sun isn’t moved by money; she’s kind-hearted," the assistant praised.

Shen Jing’s lips curved slightly, saying, "Sun Rou is indeed different."

*

Jianan Prefecture.

"So, you finally decided to come?" Tang Yue teased when she saw Lian Qingyang. Ever since learning about his background, Lian Qingyang hadn’t stepped through this door. Every time she called him over, he either went back to Sea City or off to the factory. Busy, no time.

Rejecting with all sorts of excuses.

Tang Yue glanced at the sun in the sky, smiling as she said, "The sun didn’t rise in the west today, did it?"

"Sister Xiao Yue, I was wrong." Lian Qingyang stood before Tang Yue, admitting his mistake obediently. "I couldn’t figure things out and was embarrassed to see you. Sister Xiao Yue, you can punish me any way you want, but you can’t disdain the gifts I bought for you and my two nephews."

Lian Qingyang placed large packages in front of Tang Yue, then handed her drawing paper and colored pencils, saying, "This paper is the best. And these pencils—I thought you might be running out. This brand is your favorite, right?"

Lian Qingyang set down the drawing paper and pencils, filling a whole box.

"You want me to draw until the year of the monkey?" Tang Yue couldn’t help but squint at him; the paper would be used up quickly, but those pencils... how long would they last?

"Your studio has a lot of people, doesn’t it?"

Lian Qingyang chuckled, taking out a bag beside him, saying, "Sister Xiao Yue, look at the clothes I bought for my little nephew. Aren’t they cute?"

"You’re expecting twins, boy or girl isn’t known yet, so I bought both boys’ and girls’ clothes. Aren’t these clothes nice?" Lian Qingyang eagerly showed off the clothes and shoes, seeking praise.

Tang Yue looked at the clothes. The smallest ones probably couldn’t be worn until at least a year old; the bigger ones, Anan could almost fit into.

"Lian Qingyang, if a newborn could wear these clothes, that would really be something," Jin Yan barely managed to catch up and saw Lian Qingyang eagerly showing off his purchases.

The children’s clothes were indeed very nice to look at, but one glance and you knew they weren’t for newborns.

It wasn’t surprising; being in his early twenties, never having a girlfriend, no small children around, he was just eager to buy clothes for his nephew. Upon entering the store, he fell for these cute little clothes.

Lian Qingyang wished he could buy every piece of clothing in the store once he started shopping.

"You..."

Lian Qingyang stood up, looking at the clothes, finally realizing. He looked at Jin Yan, unable to remember her name, pointing and saying, "Goldie, even if these clothes can’t be worn now, the kids will grow into them."

Goldie?

Jin Yan’s face instantly darkened upon hearing this. She couldn’t help but say, "Lian Qingyang, my name isn’t Goldie, it’s Jin Yan. Jin Yan, do you have a memory problem?"

"Goldie sounds nice." Lian Qingyang couldn’t help but laugh when he saw her darkened face, saying, "I bought such nice clothes, Sister Xiao Yue didn’t mind them. Why should you?"

"Right, Sister Xiao Yue?" Lian Qingyang leaned toward Tang Yue with a grin, his gaze falling on Tang Yue’s large pregnant belly, saying, "Sister Xiao Yue, your belly is so big. Can you still walk?"

Being pregnant with twins, Tang Yue was only seven months along, but she already looked like she was about to give birth compared to others.

"Of course, I can walk. If I couldn’t, how would I be here?" Tang Yue found his words amusing and said, "You’re right; the clothes can be set aside until they fit."

The kids at home had plenty of clothes—wash them, dry them, and when the time comes, wash and dry them again, keeping them as clean as possible.

"Then I’ll thank uncle on behalf of the twins."

Uncle?

Lian Qingyang, hearing this new term, was delighted beyond measure.

Jin Yan, standing to the side, couldn’t help but pout. This was too much. Not remembering her name after asking several times wasn’t enough—he had already asked at his company. It hadn’t even been two hours.

Could it be that her name and her presence were so forgettable?

No matter where she went, Jin Yan was always the focus of attention, never having been someone whose name wasn’t remembered.

"Sister Xiao Yue, I’m going to be an uncle. Why does it feel like a dream?" Lian Qingyang was completely overjoyed at the title of ’uncle.’

Tang Yue, seeing Lian Qingyang’s joyful demeanor, couldn’t help but feel happy. Thinking of Zhang Hualian’s speculation, she discreetly observed Lian Qingyang. Seriously speaking, Lian Qingyang and she did have a sibling resemblance.

Their birthdays were half a year apart, but if Xiang Yazhi really wanted to swap them, a six-month-old baby probably wouldn’t be too obvious, right?

Tang Yue was lost in thought, and when she snapped back, Lian Qingyang and Jin Yan were arguing again.

"I’ll say it one more time, my name isn’t Goldie." Jin Yan puffed her cheeks, glaring at Lian Qingyang with round eyes, speaking through gritted teeth.