Gold Medal Sweetheart

Tang Xin took a look and said, "Give it to someone else." Then she turned and walked out of the store.

Cheng Ran looked at her back, the muscles and bones of his palm holding the gift box clearly bulged, and the difficult emotions that had been suppressed for a long time piled up like a mountain in his heart.

After walking for a while, they arrived at the bus stop. There happened to be a supermarket there, so Tang Xin turned in and hurriedly bought some fruit.

After getting on the bus, Tang Xin leaned her head weakly against the window. The constantly changing neon lights on the window made her face look even clearer.

Cheng Ran's words kept echoing in my mind.

Things were not what she imagined. When he told her the whole story, although she was extremely restrained on the surface, the shock to her heart was still not small. She really didn't know that Cheng's mother disliked her so much before.

When she walked out of the beverage store, his clear voice sounded behind her, "Tang Xin, I don't want to excuse myself, but you are definitely not the only one who has suffered all these years." Along with these words, there was also a soft sigh of sorrow.

Although she didn't look back, she still paused when she heard these words.

At the time, Cheng Ran was not yet completely financially independent. Even if he had his own ideas, how could he possibly oppose his mother's? If the protagonists of this story were not her and Cheng Ran, if she were an outsider, after hearing Cheng Ran's narration, she might also have felt some sympathy...

If she and Cheng Ran switched roles, and she was the one taken abroad by her parents, what choice would she make?

She was so confused that she didn't even hear the bus arrival signal and just rode two more stops before getting out.

Jin Taize looked at the time and was about to call her when the door opened.

"It took so long." Jin Taize, still wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen.

Seeing him dressed like this, Tang Xin was stunned, "Well, I missed my stop."

He thought she would tease him about cooking for him personally, but he didn't expect her to have such a nonchalant expression.

Watching her place the shopping cart on the table, with the supermarket's name blazing on it, Jin Taize frowned slightly. "This supermarket is quite far from the school, and even farther from the community."

Tang Xin hesitated for a moment, "This supermarket has a big promotion, so I'll just go in and take a look."

After saying that, Tang Xin turned around and went to the bathroom.

The man's heavy eyes followed her almost panicked back until she closed the bathroom door.

The unfinished soup on the kitchen stove was already steaming impatiently, but the man's aura suddenly became as cold as water.

Although all the meals today were cooked by Jin Taize himself, this meal was more boring than ever before.

Tang Xin was bound to be distracted, while Jin Taize had a cold face throughout.

When it was time to drink the soup, Jin Taize filled a bowl, scooped a spoonful into his mouth, and couldn't help but frown.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the person sitting next to him. She was staring at the table and shoveling soup into her mouth spoonful by spoonful.

"Is it delicious?" The man held the spoon in his hand, his eyebrows raised sharply.

Tang Xin, lost in thought, was jolted back to her senses by his call. She paused for a moment, roughly recollecting his previous question, and then nodded exaggeratedly, "It's very delicious."

Realizing that it was a rare occasion for Young Master Jin to cook today, and that she hadn't praised his cooking skills, it seemed disrespectful to him. So Tang Xin grabbed the soup spoon again, eager to try, "I want another bowl."

Jin Taize raised his lips in a sarcastic arc, stood up, and took the soup bowl before her. "Sorry, Teacher Tang, this product is in limited supply."

Tang Xin looked at him stupidly with a cold face as he took away the soup and all the dishes and dumped them all into the trash can. She felt that his temper was simply unreasonable.

Is it wrong to praise his cooking skills?! Mr. Jin's temper is as unpredictable as a summer storm.

There was still a little soup in the bowl in front of her. Tang Xin didn't want to waste it like him, so she scooped it up and drank it. After swallowing half of it, she looked at the stern and cold back of the man walking towards the study as if she woke up.

There's no salt in the soup!

She actually flattered the horse's legs.

Praising the wrong person is probably more disrespectful than not praising them at all.

No wonder he got angry and left.