Parents' Love: My Childhood Sweethearts with Jiang Weidong

Lin Wangshu wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and then opened the door to go out.

Gong Shan, who was standing at the door, noticed her red eyes and sighed, "What's wrong? Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?"

Lin Wangshu shook her head and forced a smile, "I don't have a boyfriend. I was just on the phone with my second brother and I was feeling a bit homesick."

Gong Shan, seeing her insincere expression, didn't expose her. He patted her shoulder and said, "It's good that you don't. You're still young and beautiful. I'll introduce you to a good one later."

Lin Wangshu tilted her head and said playfully, "Then I'll be waiting, so don't go back on your word."

Gong Shan laughed heartily and pointed at her, saying, "You little devil, don't worry, I won't go back on my word."

Having resolved a worry, the anxieties that had been lingering in Lin Wangshu's mind all morning dissipated, and she felt much more relaxed.

Jiang Weidong, on the other hand, was not so happy. He returned to the team with a gloomy face. Today was long-distance running training, and he gave it his all from the start, running silently in the lead.

When he was a lap ahead of everyone else, Jiang Weidong's bunkmate approached him, panting, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you on some kind of high-energy boost today?"

Jiang Weidong ignored him and quickened her pace. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He should be happy; he finally didn't have to worry about how to respond to her anymore.

When Jiang Weidong heard the barely perceptible sob in Lin Wangshu's voice, he felt a strange mix of emotions, making him want to hold her and comfort her.

Jiang Weidong ran tirelessly, trying to wash away his entanglement, pain, and even the affection he himself was unwilling to admit with his sweat.

When it was finally over, Jiang Weidong lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Qin Feng, who was in the upper bunk, came over, kicked his leg, and said, "What's wrong with you? Tell me and I'll give you some advice."

Jiang Weidong sat up, somewhat irritated, and reached for a cigarette but found nothing. In the end, he could only wipe his face and say, "It's a matter of the heart."

Qin Feng chuckled and plopped down next to him. "Wow, you're something else. What kind of girl could make you so obsessed?"

Jiang Weidong smirked and said, "My sister, she said she likes me."

Qin Feng was shocked and stammered, "You...you're so rebellious!"

Jiang Weidong punched him irritably and said angrily, "What nonsense are you thinking? We're not related by blood, and we don't even have the same parents."

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled, "You can't blame me for this, you didn't explain it clearly."

Then he leaned closer and winked, saying, "So this is your childhood sweetheart? What do you think of her? Have you said yes?"

Jiang Weidong ignored the first part of his sentence and only replied with the second part: "How could I agree? We grew up together, I treat her like my own sister. I'm terrified! She called me again today saying she was joking, and I don't know what to do!"

"That's easy to solve. You don't like her, but she's giving you an out. Whether it's true or not, just go with it."

Seeing that Jiang Weidong still looked worried, she tentatively asked, "You really don't like her?"

Jiang Weidong looked at him with some confusion and asked, "What does it mean to like someone?"

Qin Feng couldn't help but chuckle, trying his best to suppress the urge to smile as he offered guidance: "The most obvious way to tell if a man likes a woman is whether he has—" He lowered his voice and added, "desire."

Seeing that Jiang Weidong still didn't understand, Qin Feng simply stated bluntly, "It's the desire to hug her, the desire to kiss her, and the desire to sleep with her." By the end, Qin Feng's voice was almost inaudible.

Jiang Weidong still heard it. He immediately turned pale, straightened up and said, "What are you thinking about all day?" Then he strode away.

Qin Feng quickly caught up with him and said in a righteous tone in his ear, "As the old saying goes, food and sex are human nature. What are you pretending to be so righteous for?"

While munching on an apple, He Xiao asked Lin Wangshu, who was making strange movements on the bed, "Wangshu, did you have your boyfriend inquire about Li Lu's boyfriend?"

Lin Wangshu was doing yoga when she heard this and paused, saying, "Xiaoxiao, I probably can't help you. He's really not my boyfriend. We're in a bit of an awkward situation right now."

Seeing everyone looking at her, Lin Wangshu reluctantly stopped what she was doing and said nonchalantly, "I only found out that he has a girlfriend."

But everyone could see the loneliness in her eyes. Song Jing, who was in the opposite bed, held her hand with some heartache, and Bai Ge also sat down and put her arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

He Xiao angrily put her hands on her hips, "What kind of person is this? He has such poor taste. He can't even stand someone as good as us from Wangshu. He'll regret it sooner or later."

Seeing how much they cared about her, Lin Wangshu felt less sad. She raised her head, looking arrogant, and said, "Of course, with my stunning beauty, it would be his loss if he missed out on me."

He Xiao burst into laughter at Lin Wangshu's expression, pointing at her breathlessly and saying, "You look just like someone from the dance troupe! You're exactly like that Wang Hong!"

Bai Ge and Song Jing also thought it looked similar, and they both covered their mouths and laughed. Lin Wangshu was just trying to amuse them, so he hugged them and they fell onto the bed, laughing together.

Lin Wangshu put it down, while Jiang Weidong, on the other hand, held a cigarette to his nose to relieve his craving, thinking about Qin Feng's words from earlier that day.

Qin Feng brought a basin of hot water and sat down next to him, putting his feet in and letting out a comfortable sigh. Just then, he heard one of his roommates say, "It's really outrageous! I just found out that Zhang Dong from next door got the star dancer from the cultural troupe. This guy is not good-looking, dark-skinned and short. What did that girl see in him?"

Qin Feng scoffed, "You're only finding out now? They've been together for several months already."

Seeing that he knew the inside story, the man asked him curiously, "What, Fengzi, do you know the inside scoop?"

Everyone else stared at him, seemingly very curious. Qin Feng said smugly, "Of course, this kid learned calligraphy from the people in his village when he was young, and his handwriting is excellent. He just hasn't read many books, but every time he writes a letter, he asks Zhao Mingchu in his dormitory for advice. He writes whatever is considered cultured. At first, he wrote almost one letter a day. Who among you could keep that up?"

Everyone shook their heads. Qin Feng continued, "Not to mention he spent half a year's allowance just to buy a watch for the girl. Who among you would be willing to go that far?"

Everyone was convinced. Their families weren't well-off, and they even had to send part of their allowances back home!

"This kid comes from a rural area and isn't well-off, yet he's being too generous."

"They can't catch a wolf without risking their cub."

Qin Feng patted Jiang Weidong, who had been quiet the whole time, and asked, "Do you have any thoughts about that dance troupe?"

"Who was it? I don't remember." Jiang Weidong put the cigarettes back in his hand and prepared to wash up.

"I don't remember! The prettiest one, don't you even have any recollection of her?"

Jiang Weidong genuinely had no recollection of her. Hearing this, he gave a cryptic smile. "The prettiest? I doubt it." He had never seen a girl more beautiful than Lin Wangshu.

"Fine, you've seen the world, we can't compare to you!"

Jiang Weidong smiled but said nothing, and left with the washbasin.

"Wei Dong, I like you."

Jiang Weidong heard Lin Wangshu's voice. He dreamed about what happened that day. He felt his hand being placed on a soft waist and being rubbed uncontrollably.

Then he felt Lin Wangshu hum and snuggle into his arms, her eyes fixed on him, as if they were hooked.

Jiang Weidong couldn't help but hug her tightly, slowly lowering his head to kiss her rosy lips. When he felt that warm touch, his whole body trembled...

Jiang Weidong sat up abruptly, covered in a cold sweat. Then, as if sensing something, he stiffened and reached down to touch himself, before painfully slapping himself in the face.