Chapter 60 - Mr. Nian Said that You Don’t Like Sweet Food (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

She wasn’t familiar with the army, but she felt awestruck when mentioning special force soldiers every time. No wonder Nian Junting had some small scars on his body.

She turned her head to glance at the nicely shaped side face of Nian Junting, who was sitting in the couch, then said with a low voice, “Everyone has a different destiny. Mr. Nian is living a good life now.”

“He is now,” said Nian Xi, “But back then, in order to join the army, he didn’t even go to college. After retirement, he was so confused about his future. He needed to start over. Many people were waiting for him to fail, but fortunately, he got through it. Later on, he was accepted by a university abroad and restarted his study. Sometimes, I do admire him. I wouldn’t be able to do that if I was him. A twenty-one-year-old-man returning to school as a freshman, imagine how much courage does that require.”

Luosang suddenly thought of herself. She was twenty-two now, and she needed to go back to school to continue her study from the third year, so she could get her diploma. People might laugh at her, and she would bear a much greater pressure than ordinary students.

She felt anxious these days when thinking about that, but now, Nian Junting’s story had suddenly given her some extra courage.

Nian Junting started over and achieved his today’s success on his own, so she believed that she should learn from him.

While thinking, she even forgot to turn her eyes away from Nian Junting until he suddenly turned around, looked her in the eyes. After making the eye-contact with him, she hurriedly turned away and lowered her head to continue making sweet dumplings.

Murong Cheng arrived at five o’clock at night, with two delicate paper bags.

Luosang served her with a cup of tea, and saw her taking out a box of chocolate from one paper bag and handing it to Nian Xi. “Your grandma and I traveled abroad to celebrate New Year this time. We got you a few boxes of chocolate when we were in Belgium. I know it’s your favorite,” she said.

“Thank you, Mom,” Nian Xi gave Murong Cheng a peck on her cheek, then happily unwrapped a box of chocolate, dragged Luosang over and said, “Sister Luosang, let’s share.”

Luosang paused, then asked, “Do you like chocolate?”

“Yeah, which girl doesn’t?” Nian Xi nodded.