Chapter 345 — A Happiness of Her Own — "The money... I received it..." Tang Yun said in a low voice. "Thank you..."
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"Heh... and how are you going to thank me?" Wei Zhao could picture her at this moment: a beautiful girl standing in her own yard, carefully cradling her phone, lowering her voice to speak with him...
As for how Wei Zhao knew she was calling from the yard — he could hear crickets chirping through the receiver.
"I..." Wei Zhao's words left Tang Yun at a loss; her breathing quickened, her face flushed crimson, and a fine sweat beaded on the tip of her nose. "You... you tell me how..."
"You're the one thanking me. Why should I be the one to say it?" Wei Zhao had caught the tension in her voice, and teased her with a laugh.
"Then... then how about I kiss you?" Tang Yun hesitated a moment before venturing, rather timidly.
"Sure." Wei Zhao had no intention of demanding anything from Tang Yun. He was not the sort to seize another's moment of weakness and hold it over them — though when it came to someone he did not like, that was another matter entirely.
"Mm..." Tang Yun's heart pounded violently; she was embarrassed even by her own boldness.
"When?" Wei Zhao asked.
"You... you say..." Tang Yun answered nervously.
"How about now?" Wei Zhao asked.
"Huh? Now?" Tang Yun was struck dumb. How was she supposed to kiss him now? Over the phone? Wasn't that just pretending to kiss? Surely Wei Zhao, of all people, would not set his sights so low?
"Mm, go ahead and kiss me..." Of course Wei Zhao hoped Tang Yun would kiss him for real — but he did not want to win it merely because he had lent her money.
"You're awful... I haven't even prepared myself..." Amid her delight, Tang Yun turned bashful.
"When will you be prepared?" Wei Zhao laughed. "Your kisses are costly — one of them runs two hundred thousand."
"Hmph, then if I kiss you a few more times, won't you be ruined?" Tang Yun was amused by his words.
"True enough. I'd better do the accounts — how many more kisses my present funds can afford." Wei Zhao said this with perfect solemnity.
"Then reckon away!" Tang Yun gave a little huff. "Oh, right — why did you transfer two hundred thousand?"
"Didn't your mother say your father still needs surgery?" Wei Zhao said. "I heard it, so I sent fifty thousand extra."
"Thank you..." Tears burst from Tang Yun's eyes in that instant. In all her life, for the first time, she felt a happiness that made her want to cry — she had not said a word, and he had already thought of it for her. Was he truly a gift the heavens had sent her?
Suddenly, Tang Yun felt an urge to spend her whole life with him. On the eve of her eighteenth — soon her nineteenth — birthday, she felt she had found a happiness that belonged to her alone.
It was the feeling of being cared for, cherished, held in the palm of someone's hand. Such moments of happiness were unforgettable for a lifetime.
The hand holding her phone was trembling. She mustered all her courage, made a "mwah" into the receiver, then said quickly, "There. That's today's. I still owe you one — I'll pay it back some time when I'm free..."
With that, Tang Yun hurriedly hung up. Her whole body was burning; her clothes were already soaked through with sweat.
"Phew..." Tang Yun let out a long breath. Abashed by her own boldness just now, she dared not go straight back inside, afraid her mother would notice something amiss; she could only stand in the yard, cooling her feelings.
A mosquito flew past, and at the sight of the fair, tender Tang Yun it longed to take a bite. Furious, Tang Yun swung her palm to slap it dead, muttering all the while: "Wei Zhao, you're the worst! Why are you so good to me! I'll slap you dead!"