Wealthy Beauty in the 60s-Chapter 145 - 144 The Books Have Become Strangers

Xia Xiao watched Gao Jiaxing’s retreating figure, silent for a long while.

Just as she was about to walk back, she encountered Yang Xuehua, "Sister Xuehua, where are you going?"

"I was looking for you," Yang Xuehua said.

"Oh," Xia Xiao responded, "What do you need from me, Sister Xuehua?"

"I received a letter from home," Yang Xuehua said.

Xia Xiao hummed in acknowledgement, waiting for Yang Xuehua to continue, only to hear her say, "My parents want to introduce me to someone."

"Ah?" Xia Xiao was dumbfounded. "Where is he from? But, Sister Xuehua, you’re in the production team, so is he coming here, or are you going back?"

If Yang Xuehua’s family could bring her back home, it would be a different matter. However, since Yang Xuehua couldn’t leave the production team and the suitor wasn’t here, it was hardly feasible and could easily cause problems.

"No, he’s our neighbor, and he’s coming here to teach," Yang Xuehua said.

"Oh, that’s good. If he comes here and you’re together, there definitely won’t be any problems," Xia Xiao nodded.

"We need to get to know each other first," Yang Xuehua said.

"Yes, you need to understand him well. Marriage is for a lifetime, and divorce is difficult. People will certainly talk," Xia Xiao said.

"Yes, and I’ve been engaged before. My parents haven’t arranged anything like before. They just want me to get to know him first," Yang Xuehua mentioned.

"Your parents still care a lot about you," Xia Xiao said.

Yang Xuehua smiled, "Your family cares about you too," she said, before adding, "The one just now was Gao Jiaxing, right?"

Xia Xiao nodded, and Yang Xuehua continued, "I think Gao Jiaxing is interested in you?"

Ha, Xia Xiao laughed, shaking her head, "How could that be?"

"Why couldn’t it be?" Yang Xuehua wondered.

"He definitely doesn’t like me. I’ve asked him, and he denied it."

As soon as Xia Xiao said this, Yang Xuehua was surprised by Xia Xiao’s boldness for having directly asked Gao Jiaxing, but then she remembered that Xia Xiao had even asked Secretary Li directly, and suddenly had nothing to say.

But Yang Xuehua felt she hadn’t misread the signs; Gao Jiaxing clearly seemed interested in Xia Xiao. Anyone with eyes could see that.

"Maybe he’s just shy," Yang Xuehua suddenly said.

Upon saying this, even Yang Xuehua didn’t believe herself, and Xia Xiao outright laughed, "I’ve never seen him shy before. We’ve known each other for years, so maybe we’re too familiar, and there are no feelings."

"Still stuck on appearances, huh? Even though He Xuebing looks better, Gao Jiaxing isn’t bad either. Besides, He Xuebing has a troublesome mother. Compared to that, I think Gao Jiaxing is much better," Yang Xuehua said.

Having been through a previous relationship with Luo Mingzhe, Yang Xuehua wasn’t as focused on looks anymore. Of course, she still wanted someone appealing, but she no longer required someone extremely handsome.

"Every family has its problems. The team leader’s house is indeed nice, but there’s trouble back at the old house. Moreover, Gao Jiaxing has a troublesome sister. On He’s side, there’s only Li Shengmei making noise, but since she is a mother-in-law and the filial duty weighs heavy, with He Hongjun there, Li Shengmei can’t really act out too much."

"In the end, your heart leans towards He Xuebing, so naturally, you favor He Xuebing," Yang Xuehua said.

Xia Xiao had no comeback; it was indeed so.

Xia Xiao had indeed analyzed He Family’s situation deeply. At the moment, she was even thinking about Li Shengmei’s reaction and He Family’s reaction if she ended up with He Xuebing. What would it be like if she married in? Would she be happy or end up divorced?

Lately, Xia Xiao’s mind was full of these thoughts, and she even came up with many strategies to deal with Li Shengmei, finding herself rather amusing.

She felt slightly paranoid. Love indeed could cloud one’s mind, with sweetness laced with poison. Being rational meant only enjoying the sweetness, lest consuming the poison could be fatal.

"Sister Xuehua, do you think I’m wrong?" Xia Xiao asked.

"It’s not that you’re wrong. I can understand how you feel. Since love has come, you should bravely give it a try. If you don’t even have the courage, what’s there to talk about love? Li Shengmei is indeed annoying. You need to mentally prepare yourself. Right now, you and He Xuebing aren’t officially dating, and you don’t meet often. So, you should start by getting to know each other through letters. Once you face reality, you’ll see things clearly. Otherwise, even if I say not to choose He Xuebing, you wouldn’t listen and might even regret it later."

"Thank you, Sister Xuehua. That’s exactly how I feel right now. I don’t know what love feels like. But I’m still afraid of Li Shengmei making trouble. Yet, I don’t want to be a coward in love. I don’t know if I’ll ever meet someone who makes my heart race again. If I don’t even have the courage to be pen pals with He Xuebing now, I think I might regret it later."

"Well, life’s journey is long, and who can say what the future holds? Follow your heart, but I hope you will protect yourself," Yang Xuehua looked at Xia Xiao, sometimes feeling that Xia Xiao was much more mature than any of them, almost old beyond her years. However, when it came to matters of the heart, she was still just a young girl, and it was only then that Yang Xuehua felt Xia Xiao fit her age.

But Yang Xuehua didn’t know that the old Xia Xiao had been a few years older than her. And Xia Xiao, gazing at the sky, so blue and clear, beautiful, felt a bit more cheerful at heart.

When Gao Jiaxing returned home, he prepared to bury himself in his books, but picking up a textbook, he found he couldn’t concentrate. He recognized all the words, but they seemed so unfamiliar.

Gao Jiaxing was lost in thought, not knowing what was on his mind.

Zheng Xianghong came in to tidy up the room, seeing Gao Jiaxing like this for so long without responding, and said, "What’s wrong this time?"

Gao Jiaxing didn’t answer, so Zheng Xianghong worriedly asked, "What’s wrong, son? You’re unhappy; talk to mom? It’s not good to keep it to yourself. Who knows, maybe mom can cheer you up."

"I’m fine—it’s just suddenly hard to focus on my books," Gao Jiaxing said.

Zheng Xianghong was startled, "Son, you haven’t ruined your eyes, have you? I’ve told you not to read too late at night. It wastes both oil and is hard on your eyes. Why don’t you listen?"

"My eyes are fine. It’s just that the books seem unrecognizable to me now," Gao Jiaxing said.

Zheng Xianghong looked at the books, not noticing any changes. The same books, no matter how many years they sit, remain the same. She then said, "Son, are you troubled by something? You’re in your senior year today. This is the year to grasp tightly; next year, aim for university."

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