Adored by Him: My Blissful Days as the Girl Next Door-Chapter 105 - 104 Meddling (1)

Shi Yang avoided her gaze, paused for a moment, and softly coughed, "There’s something in the back seat, you can take it yourself."

Zhao Meimei sat up, reached her arm to the back seat to pick up a paper shopping bag. The bag wasn’t very big, she reached in to take something out: "What is it... a wallet?"

Zhao Meimei pressed her hand to turn on the car light, the soft warm yellow light poured down, illuminating the black wallet.

The wallet’s style was very simple, pure leather, smooth surface, only embedded with a brand logo at the corners.

Zhao Meimei hadn’t studied these kinds of things, not recognizing its worth, purely because it was from her Brother Yangyang, she liked it especially.

Zhao Meimei opened it and flipped through the compartments while asking, "Is this my birthday gift?"

Unexpectedly, the wallet was stuffed with money, with a thousand yuan in crisp bills in the back compartment and brand-new change in the front compartment, arranged in order from most to least.

Zhao Meimei was surprised: "There’s money inside as well?"

Shi Yang raised the corner of his mouth: "Yes, I said I’d take care of you. I’ll handle your expenses in the future."

Zhao Meimei pursed her lips and grinned.

Shi Yang raised his brows and asked with a double entendre, "Do you like it?"

Zhao Meimei obviously didn’t catch the hint, looking at the wallet over and over again, nodding: "I like it."

Shi Yang squinted his eyes and smiled: "That’s good, let’s go, get out of the car."

Zhao Meimei felt a bit reluctant to go home.

Shi Yang glanced back at her and laughed, "There’s more to give you!"

More?

Zhao Meimei, happily holding the wallet, followed him out of the car.

No wonder she didn’t notice earlier when getting into the car, a cake had been placed on the car trunk already, hidden by the dark night.

Shi Yang lifted the lid, the candles were already inserted, he took out a lighter from his pocket, with a crisp sound, a flicker of green flame lit up, touching one candle wick after another, creating clusters of bright candlelight as he moved.

Zhao Meimei leaned over, smiling widely.

Shi Yang reached out and tousled her hair, his expression tender: "Meimei, happy birthday."

Zhao Meimei’s heart raced, feeling incredibly happy: "Thank you, brother."

Zhao Meimei clasped her hands together to make a wish, held her breath to blow out the candles, her brain suffered a momentary blankness due to lack of oxygen, and when the daze passed, she suddenly realized, turning quickly toward her Brother Yangyang: "Brother, you’re celebrating my birthday now, so are you not coming to my house for dinner tonight?"

Shi Yang looked a bit apologetic, reaching out to rub her head again: "I’m heading to the provincial city this afternoon for new development work I’m quite interested in. If it works out, I want to bring it over to do on my own."

Zhao Meimei wasn’t interested in these matters, her mouth pouting: "How many days will you be gone?"

Shi Yang thought for a moment before saying: "Over a week."

Zhao Meimei instantly felt disappointed, reluctant to see him go.

Shi Yang might have sensed Zhao Meimei’s feelings, his gaze fell on her face, seeing her pouting mouth, he smiled warmly, pulling her tenderly into his embrace.

Zhao Meimei leaned against him, her arms hanging loosely at her sides.

Shi Yang rubbed her saying, "What’s wrong? Upset?"

Zhao Meimei’s voice sounded muffled: "No."

Shi Yang dropped his head, resting his chin habitually on her head, gently nudging it: "This matter is urgent, I must go in person, so I specially celebrated your birthday first."

Zhao Meimei gave a soft hum.

Shi Yang lifted his head, pulling her out from his embrace, looking at her pouting mouth, suppressing the urge to kiss her, and softly coaxed, "If the deal works out, I’ll surely make a fortune. Didn’t you say it yourself? I earn money for you to spend. If I make more, you’ll have more to spend. Isn’t that great? Are you really mad at me?"

Zhao Meimei said nothing, her thin eyelids hanging low.

Shi Yang reached out, messing up her hair: "Without money, how can I support you? Didn’t we agree I’d take care of you for a lifetime? Still mad at me?"

Zhao Meimei softened completely at these words, she looked up, her expression appearing both pitiful and reluctant: "Then come back soon."

Zhao Meimei murmured: "I’ll miss you..."

Shi Yang cupped Zhao Meimei’s face, as if holding a precious treasure, wet lips approached, gently touching her forehead.

In the pitch-dark night, the two faced each other, eye to eye, watching quietly, chest to chest, hearing their erratic heartbeats, the other’s clearly more chaotic than their own.

Something in the pale moonlight couldn’t help but swell and overflow.

Shi Yang’s Adam’s apple moved, speaking with a deep voice: "I’ll be back in a week, wait for me to come find you."

Zhao Meimei’s ears burned hot from the rare ambiguous atmosphere earlier, her heart fluttering, she nodded silently after a while.

The midterms quickly arrived and proceeded as planned, the exams squeezed into Saturday and Sunday, after which classes resumed normally.

The third class in the morning was physical education, the teacher led everyone through a bit of exercise, taught two routines of the latest radio gymnastics, then dismissed them, allowing all students to freely play.

The sports commissioner brought two male students over from the sports room carrying two basketballs, a football, a long rope, and several short ropes. The balls went to the boys, the short ropes to the girls, and everyone mixed together to play with the long rope.

Once dismissed, the girls cheerfully called, "Class president! Meimei! Come on, let’s jump long rope together!"

Zhao Meimei smiled and joined in, followed by a few boys who liked playing with the girls, helping to swing the rope.

Zhao Meimei, slender and nimble, usually led the rope jumping. As the rope whirled, she was the first to rush forward to set the example, with other students following her lead, jumping in turn.

Xu Xu always stuck closely behind Zhao Meimei, chasing her the moment she dashed out, running towards Zhao Meimei. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Zhao Meimei waited for the next round to start, habitually wiping sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, and Xu Xu always timely fetched a small handkerchief from his pocket to hand over, once Zhao Meimei finished, he pressed it against his own forehead.

Actually, he didn’t sweat much, jumping long rope wasn’t a physically demanding activity for him, he merely wanted to catch Zhao Meimei’s sweat onto himself, inexplicably feeling a sense of belonging as if her sweat marked him.

It was nearly Zhao Meimei’s turn, she got ready, preparing to cross over when the last female student jumped over, but as they brushed past each other, the girl suddenly called out in alarm.

Zhao Meimei was startled, slowed her steps, tripping on the rope, she turned to look at the other girl.

The girl’s face flushed, seeing Zhao Meimei, she immediately grabbed her arm in distress, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Class president, I, I think it’s that time of the month..."