Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten

Chapter 98: Wishes and the Clingy Han Wenwen

Jiang Jingshi sat in the driver’s seat, slipping off her high heels to reveal her stocking-clad feet. She changed into a pair of flats for easier driving before turning to wave at Lin Zhengran, who had just stepped out of the car.

“Little brother Lin Zhengran, that bowl of instant noodles was quite enjoyable. Let’s meet again sometime!”

Lin Zhengran nodded politely in farewell.

As the Rolls-Royce drove off, Jiang Jingshi glanced at the rearview mirror, watching Lin Zhengran’s figure fade into the distance.

Suddenly, a long-buried memory surfaced—a boy she had met in elementary school.

Jiang Jingshi’s thoughts wandered as she murmured to herself, Could it really be him? No way… That would be too much of a coincidence…

She refocused on the road and activated her Bluetooth headset. “Look into a student at First High named Lin Zhengran. Find out which kindergarten he attended.”

In the girls’ dormitory’s private shower room, steaming hot water cascaded down Little He Qing’s fair skin.

She squeezed a generous amount of body wash onto her soft palm, lathering it into a rich foam with a bath sponge before rubbing it onto her arms and neck.

Tilting her head back, she let the warmth of the water wash away the exhaustion of the past week.

A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. “So comfortable~”

After finishing her shower, she wrapped a towel around her damp hair and put on her pajamas before stepping out of the bathroom.

Back in the dormitory, she saw Han Wenwen drying her hair. Feeling completely refreshed, He Qing plopped onto her bed with a satisfied sigh. “That felt amazing. I actually thought this school didn’t have private showers at first, so I kept going outside to use public ones for the past few weeks.”

Han Wenwen, finishing with the hairdryer, turned to her. “I just found out too. You wanna dry your hair now?”

“I’ll wait a bit.”

Han Wenwen put down the hairdryer and sat beside her, leaning in to take a sniff. “Xiao Qingqing, you smell so nice~”

He Qing blushed and gently pushed her away. “Wenwen! Don’t mess around. It’s just the scent of body wash.”

Han Wenwen grabbed a comb and began brushing He Qing’s hair. “That’s part of it, sure. But you do know that girls have a natural scent, right?”

He Qing blinked in confusion. “Natural scent? I’ve heard of it… but is that even real?”

Han Wenwen smirked knowingly, covering her mouth as she whispered into He Qing’s ear, “They say that as long as a girl hasn’t been, you know… touched by a guy, she’ll have a unique fragrance. And only her true destined one will be able to smell it.”

He Qing’s face instantly turned scarlet. “You’ve been reading too many romance novels, Wenwen! That sounds way too far-fetched.”

Han Wenwen continued combing her hair, unwavering in her stance. “What’s so hard to believe? If you don’t buy it, you could always ask Lin Zhengran to sniff you next time and see if he notices anything special.”

Just the thought of that made He Qing bury herself under her blanket, pulling the covers over her head. “I would never ask him to do that… That sounds way too inappropriate.”

Han Wenwen couldn’t stop laughing. “Xiao Qingqing, you’re too cute.”

But her laughter came to an abrupt stop.

She suddenly froze, her expression stiffening.

He Qing peeked out from her blanket, puzzled. “Wenwen? Why’d you stop talking? Why are you staring at me like that?”

Han Wenwen blinked her fox-like eyes and observed He Qing curled up on the bed.

The way her pajamas pressed against her figure made certain… aspects stand out.

“…Xiao Qingqing,” Han Wenwen murmured. “How come I never noticed before… You’ve really developed since starting high school, huh?”

“Huh? Developed?” He Qing followed Han Wenwen’s gaze, looked down at herself—then immediately turned beet red.

With a squeak, she yanked the blanket up to cover her entire body. “Wenwen! What are you even saying?!”

Han Wenwen glanced down at her own chest, then at her backside. She sighed, sounding a little dejected. “Why is it that mine barely grew at all?”

She twisted to check her reflection. “…Looks like only my hips filled out. I was hoping for a more balanced growth.”

He Qing had no idea why she always ended up having these kinds of conversations with Han Wenwen.

Not that she minded, but they definitely happened too often.

“Wenwen, enough about that,” He Qing said, shaking her head. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something important.”

Han Wenwen looked at her knowingly and smirked before turning to collect her laundry from the balcony.

“I know what’s on your mind,” she said casually. “You want to talk about next week’s competition when you and Lin Zhengran go back to the town, right? He promised that if you won, you could make a wish. And after we discussed it, your wish was to hold hands with him, wasn’t it?”

He Qing gripped her blanket tightly and nodded, her voice soft. “Y-Yeah… that’s it. Wenwen, do you think he’ll actually agree if I ask to hold… hold hands?”

Han Wenwen was briefly reminded of her own outing with Lin Zhengran at the snack street a few days ago.

She turned around, curious. “Why wouldn’t he? Aren’t you basically his girlfriend now? Holding hands isn’t a big deal, and besides, didn’t he carry you on his back before?”

He Qing bit her lip, her expression slightly uncertain.

“I mean, sure… We’ve known each other since we were kids and have done all kinds of things together. But… we’ve never really done anything that a couple would do. If… if I can really hold his hand, then maybe that would finally confirm our relationship.”

Han Wenwen looked at He Qing’s shy, expectant expression and imagined her hand in Lin Zhengran’s.

A small pang of jealousy surfaced—but just as quickly, she pushed it down.

Sitting back down beside He Qing, she grinned and encouraged her. “Go for it! Just be bold and ask him when the time comes.”

He Qing smiled, seeming more confident now. “Mm.”

Han Wenwen ruffled her hair, though the jealousy she’d repressed grew stronger.

Later that night, under the cover of darkness, Han Wenwen called Lin Zhengran and secretly arranged to meet him near the boys’ dormitory.

Lin Zhengran, puzzled, asked, “Why are you looking for me so suddenly again?”

Han Wenwen didn’t answer right away. Instead, she crouched down in a corner, sulking as she looked up at him.

“I just missed you,” she murmured. “I want my Zhengran-ge to comfort me.”

Lin Zhengran sat down beside her, holding out his hand. “How many times have you secretly come looking for me now?”

Han Wenwen grinned, lacing her fingers through his, and leaned her head on his shoulder. “I don’t know. A lot. But foxes are naturally clingy, you know. Zhengran-ge has to spoil me more.”

Lin Zhengran gently patted her head, and Han Wenwen closed her eyes, smiling contentedly.

But when he stopped, she pouted.

“Hey… Why’d you stop? Keep petting me.”

Lin Zhengran sighed. “So why did you call me out here?”

“No reason,” she said, snuggling closer. “I just wanted you to pat my head.”

Lin Zhengran exhaled in exasperation, but Han Wenwen, now satisfied, closed her eyes again. Her imaginary fox ears flicked happily.

“…I just wanted to remind you not to forget our plans next month.”

“You’ve already reminded me a dozen times.”