Duan Ye didn’t even bother to hear the reason for Zhou Ji’s anger
In the afternoon, when he went to the basketball court, he overheard a few girls discussing Weibo. It reminded him that he hadn’t checked what was recorded in Jiang Yumo’s Weibo.
He flipped to the account password that Zhao Zheng had given him.
During this evening self-study session, he logged into his own Weibo account for the first time.
The interface buffered and loaded, and he finally logged in successfully.
Before he had a chance to see what Weibo looked like, he saw his Weibo username— @Jiang_Yumo’s_Dear_Husband
Duan Ye : “…”
Even though Ningcheng had already entered early autumn, with a noticeable drop in temperature, he still felt a heat on his back.
What was going on?
He stared at those words, his eyes quickly shifting away as if stung by something, but unable to resist looking again.
There was no need to think to know that this was Zhao Zheng’s doing.
Did Jiang Yumo log in to this Weibo and follow herself?
Duan Ye operated somewhat clumsily, finally flipping to her homepage’s follower list. One by one, he scrolled through, passing by a series of @Brother_Duan’s_Little_Brother_N until he found his own account at the bottom— @Jiang_Yumo’s_Dear_Husband.
No need to ask, she followed her own account after logging in this account.
So she has already logged into this account. In that case, has she also seen this Weibo username?
Why hasn’t she changed it?
Duan Ye lowered his gaze, holding his phone dumbfoundedly, imagining her expression and mood when she logged in and saw this Weibo username. He speculated about the reasons why she hadn’t changed this Weibo username, a mix of various thoughts that made his heart pound like a drum. He even wanted to send her a message asking why she hadn’t changed it.
But he still didn’t.
At this moment, all voices around him were muted and blocked.
He could only pay attention to those few words.
At the age of eighteen, it was really hard to imagine getting married. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to marry her, but it felt too distant.
In the past, he had never thought about this matter. Even now, it was just a faint thought, but it hadn’t taken root and become a kind of obsession.
He had never thought about what kind of husband he would become, but he had also never considered liking someone other than her.
He simply cannot imagine anyone else.
Only her.
In order to divert attention and temporarily calm his racing heart, he forced himself to look at the Weibo posts she has posted these days.
Jiang Yumo’s Weibo posts were literally her username.
She shares her high school life, some small matters regarding daily life and studies, accompanied by photos that exude a student-like atmosphere. Surprisingly, she has even attracted unfamiliar fans.
A fan with a Doraemon avatar commented below:
[Little sister is so cute! I just graduated and started working. I face a lot of frustration every day. Seeing little sister’s Weibo helps me relax briefly and reminds me of my high school days. Hahaha, little sister, keep it up! I’ll always be following you~]
[Everything is great, but what model is Little Jiang’s phone? If the camera had slightly better resolution, the photos would turn out even better.]
Duan Ye had a thoughtful expression.
Indeed, she has been fond of taking photos lately. This person’s words were not wrong. The lower resolution does give the photos a somewhat blurry feeling, which made it a little tasteless.
In Duan Ye’s mind, he had already formed an idea. He found Zhang Chao in his contacts and sent him a text message : [Did someone say they wanted to buy my bike before?]
Zhang Chao was a free-spirited person and quickly replied: [Yes, why? Are you selling it?]
Duan Ye : [Hmm.]
Zhang Chao : [Didn’t you like that bike very much? Why do you want to sell it?]
Duan Ye : [There’s something else.]
Zhang Chao : [Shall I ask around and try to raise the price?]
Duan Ye : [I’d appreciate it.]
Zhang Chao : [We’ve got each other’s backs. Are you in need of money? How much do you need? I have some here.]
Duan Ye smiled, and replied : [Thanks, but I’m not in need.]
He didn’t actually lack money, but he felt… there were things he liked more, things he wanted to have more.
He had some money of his own and would often look at the real estate brochures he brought back from the provincial capital every few days. He simply pulled out a draft from the desk drawer, took a pen, and started calculating on paper.
He wants to give her a phone with higher pixel camera or a suitable camera.
And after the college entrance examination, he plans to take her on a trip.
And… a house.
He furrowed his brow as he calculated on the paper.
Guo Shichao, who had just finished reading a novel and was bored, approached curiously. He saw his Brother Duan calculating and drawing on the paper. He asked, “Brother Duan, what are you doing?”
Why are there so many numbers?
Duan Ye didn’t want others to glimpse into his inner thoughts.
He didn’t want to see the surprised looks of others, as if they were saying, “Why do you have such fanciful ideas?“
“What makes you so sure that she will be with you in the future?“
“What makes you believe that you can make her happy and prevent her from suffering?“
…
He calmly grabbed a book and covered the draft, blocking Guo Shichao’s gaze, and replied in a calm tone, “I’m doing math problems.”
Guo Shichao blinked, “??”
What did he say?
Math problems??
Aww, my baby, he is so adorable. He needs straightforward love and affection, Momo please speak up!
Thank you for the update ^^