Chapter 12 - Chapter 12 - 12 Making up one’s mind (1/2)

Chapter 12 – 12 Making up one’s mind

The apartment complex where Tong Ya lived was a very elegant and unique one, with rental prices starting at 6,000 yuan per month.

The average wage-earning class couldn’t afford to live there.

“Oh, my dear Miss Tong Ya, you’ve finally deigned to return!”

As soon as Tong Ya walked through the door, Tang Xiaowei grabbed her arm, her eyes full of anticipation, “What about that little girl? Didn’t you bring her back with you?”

Ever since Tang Xiaowei had seen Tuan Tuan’s photo, she had been utterly smitten.

Tong Ya rolled her eyes, “What do you think she is? Something you can just bring back with you? And by the way, how long has it been since you washed your clothes? The paint on them smells!”

Tang Xiaowei was a cartoonist, who hardly ever went out and dealt only with her drawings and paints.

Sometimes, when she painted, she would become so engrossed that she’d neglect food and sleep, and naturally, her personal hygiene took a back seat.

“Oh, come on, I’m sacrificing for my art! So, how did your first date go? Did you get anything out of it?”

Tong Ya blinked, then lifted up the bag she was carrying.

“Behold, ten fried pastries!”

“No way!”

Tang Xiaowei looked at her with disdain, “You’re really prioritizing your love life over friends, huh? Don’t forget, you blew off my hotpot dinner to go fishing for a sugar daddy! And this is what you placate me with?”

“These fried pastries are specially made, don’t you want to try them?”

“Eat, how could I not!”

Influenced by Tong Ya, Tang Xiaowei was also inadvertently trying to keep in shape, so she seldom indulged in such greasy foods.

Stuck at home alone all the time, she had had her fill of takeout, and the pastries were a nice change of taste.

But when she took a bite, she was stunned.

Although the pastries had cooled down, they didn’t have that cloying feel that ordinary pastries have when cold.

Instead, they were perfectly soft and chewy, almost like eating a delicacy.

“Could this be a new dessert from Baxiangzhai?”

Tong Ya hung up the bag in her hand, “Baxiangzhai?”

“Yeah, the pastry shop I took you to last time, where they sell a mint pastry for two hundred yuan.”

A sense of satisfaction suddenly filled Tong Ya’s heart, as she saw this as Tang Xiaowei’s approval of Chen Yu.

“I don’t have time to go to Baxiangzhai just to buy something special for you! It was made by my man god!”

Tang Xiaowei’s eyes widened, “No way! Your man god has this kind of skill? No wonder you’re so devoted to him. With this kind of talent, he could keep you for the rest of your life!”

Tong Ya shrugged her shoulders, “That’s why I’ve made up my mind!”

“Made up your mind about what?” Tang Xiaowei asked instinctively.

“To marry him!”

“I agree!”

Tang Xiaowei did a complete one-eighty in her attitude, “As long as he brings me pastries every day, it doesn’t matter if you become someone else’s stepmother, even if it involves the Tong family, I’d figure something out for you.”

“You’re selling me out for a few pastries!”

“I really can’t help it, Ya Ya, they’re just too delicious!” Saying so, Tang Xiaowei hungrily grabbed an entire pastry and stuffed it into her mouth.