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Chapter 864: Xiao Chong Extra Story 1_2

After getting home, Lin Wanwan quickly went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water.

She was the only one at home; her grandfather had gone out to work.

Earlier this year, Lin Wanwan’s grandmother suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. She was hospitalized and rescued for a while, but there were no signs of improvement in the ICU.

A few months later, when their savings were almost depleted, her grandmother suddenly regained consciousness. She insisted on coming home, perhaps sensing that her time was near and not wanting to die in the hospital.

In her final moments of brief clarity, her grandmother arranged her affairs and left her a Jade Bracelet.

Since school doesn’t allow wearing accessories, Lin Wanwan kept the Jade Bracelet deep in her desk drawer.

After her grandmother passed away, the house felt cold and deserted, with only Lin Wanwan and her grandfather left. Her aunt and parents had already died, an uncle was in the United States and rarely returned, and the rest of the relatives mostly kept to themselves.

Originally, when her grandmother was alive, the couple’s combined farming subsidy added up to three thousand Yuan monthly income. With frugality, it was enough to raise Lin Wanwan, especially since primary and middle school tuition were free.

But now her grandmother was gone, and with the family savings spent on medical treatment, only her grandfather’s farming subsidy remained. Living in a city outskirts without farmland meant every necessity required money, making things tight.

So this month, her grandfather found work as a security guard at a factory gate.

Although over seventy, her grandfather was initially declined due to age concerns, but a connection from an uncle in the same community got him the job.

Life suddenly became difficult; Lin Wanwan wished she could grow up overnight, graduate overnight.

Her grandfather said not to worry about tuition, to focus on studying, but how could Lin Wanwan not worry?

"Ding dong, ding dong."

The doorbell in the courtyard suddenly rang. Lin Wanwan snapped out of her thoughts, doubting if she heard it right, then listened again in the silent living room.

No mistake, it was indeed the doorbell of their small courtyard.

Strangely enough, they rarely had visitors, and relatives were dispersed due to relocation, appearing infrequently. Who would be ringing the bell?

With a trace of doubt, Lin Wanwan went to the courtyard and opened the gate.

Standing outside was a young man in white, resembling the school’s new student representative this year, handsome as an Immortal. What was his name again... Lin Wanwan forgot.

Why would he appear at her doorstep?

He was so handsome that Lin Wanwan realized what "like a painting seen only in poetry" meant.

He was also really tall, possibly six feet three.

Lin Wanwan looked up at him, puzzled: "Is there something you need?"

The young man lifted the box in his hand: "Hello, I’m Xiao Chong, I now live next door. From now on, we’ll be neighbors. I came to visit; this is a box of chocolates, a small token. Please take care of me."

Lin Wanwan instinctively took it, then felt very embarrassed: "Oh, hello."

After a pause, she added: "Thank you."

Xiao Chong didn’t leave; he gently raised his eyebrows: "Won’t you invite me in for a chat to get to know each other?"

Lin Wanwan hesitated for a moment but then stepped aside and softly said: "Please come in."

She wasn’t oblivious to danger, but the status of the middle school top scorer and new student representative made her lower her guard a bit.

Plus, he was so handsome, naturally making people feel favorable.

Additionally, Lin Wanwan felt a strange familiarity with the young man, perhaps this was a matter of eye contact.

Xiao Chong followed Lin Wanwan inside, quickly surveying the surroundings, forming an initial impression of Lin Wanwan’s living conditions.

In such hot weather, the living room surprisingly had no air conditioning—or rather, no trace of air conditioning at all. Even the fan was an older model with large standing blades, making a loud noise.

From the outside, this villa was like the others in the community, in a European Baroque style.

But upon entering, one found the entire house was very simply and old-fashioned in decoration, some furniture clearly old—with the weariness of age rather than antique density.

Xiao Chong’s gaze subtly darkened, surprised by Lin Wanwan’s tough living conditions during her childhood. Judging by her appearance during the Great Tang, many would assume she was raised in luxury.

Besides, compared to the Great Tang’s populace who often lacked food and clothing, modern ordinary people could be considered living in luxury.