Chapter 58- The 90s Male Side Character (5) – Transcendental Translations

Get updated every time a new chapter is released and Get the Passwords to Password Protected Content at our Discord Server -> Click Here to Join now (Protected Content will be available within few days of release)

Chapter 58

Time flew by, and as Song Rong and Liao Jian’an approached their college graduation, Yan Su had already expanded the Wei family grain and oil business significantly, opening more than 20 branches in nearby cities.

In addition, the large-scale farm he co-invested in was thriving, and he had also ventured into various other industries, amassing considerable wealth.

Of course, the villagers of Maple Village, who rarely interacted with the outside world, were unaware of his vast business empire.

In their eyes, even if Wei Baohua had opened a few more grain and oil stores, he was still a mundane, unrefined businessman, far inferior to college graduates like Song Rong and Liao Jian’an.

After all, once they graduated, they would secure respectable and stable jobs in big cities, worlds apart from the ordinary villagers.

Yu Qin and Song Wei, in particular, had grown arrogant. Previously, the Song family had eagerly sought to climb the social ladder by aligning with Wei Baohua. Now, with fortunes reversed, they believed Wei Baohua should flatter his in-laws.

Otherwise, how could he be worthy of their daughter?

However, Yan Su had no intention of engaging with them. He decided to open the 23rd branch of the Wei family grain and oil store in Sen City.

Sen City happened to be where Song Rong and Liao Jian’an attended university. With its large population and strong economic development, it was a major city with significant growth potential.

Yan Su had already surveyed the market in Sen City, chosen a location for the branch, and completed the store’s renovations. All that remained was for him, the boss, to personally oversee the grand opening.

The night before leaving Maple Village, Jiao Zhiwen approached him with a bitter expression.

“Baohua, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Yan Su was momentarily stunned but quickly understood. For Jiao Zhiwen, a village head with considerable influence, to lower himself and make this request, it was surely about Jiao Cui.

In recent years, Jiao Cui’s life in the Liao family had been miserable. Liao’s mother ignored her and her child, instead dedicating herself to caring for her bedridden brother back in her natal family.

Meanwhile, Liao Jian’an thrived at university. Apart from returning home during the Lunar New Year, he rarely contacted Jiao Cui. Even after the birth of their child, he displayed no affection for his own flesh and blood.

The villagers gossiped, saying no one had expected Liao Jian’an to be such a cold-hearted and unfaithful man.

Yan Su poured Jiao Zhiwen a cup of tea and asked, “Uncle Zhiwen, this is about Cui Cui, isn’t it? Whatever you need, just say the word. If I can help, I will.”

Jiao Zhiwen sighed and said:

“Baohua, I heard you’re opening a branch in Sen City. I’d like to ask you to take Cui Cui with you. As you know, she and Jian’an have been living apart since their marriage. Now that Jian’an is graduating, the couple should be reunited.”

“Cui Cui is diligent and capable. If your branch needs help, she can lend a hand. Just provide her with food and shelter.”

“The child will stay at home. My wife and I will look after him, so we won’t trouble you with that.”

…

At Sen University, Song Rong had been in a good mood these past few days because Liao Jian’an, after giving up the job assigned by the school, had finally secured a well-paying position at a private company.

She carried two meals she had picked up from the cafeteria and headed toward the men’s dormitory.

Just as she reached the building, she ran into one of Liao Jian’an’s roommates, who greeted her with a cheerful “Sister-in-law, here to bring food for Jian’an again?”

Song Rong responded with a smile.

Their relationship as a couple was well-known in their class. “Could you please call him down?”

With her good looks, gentle demeanor, and excellent academic performance, Song Rong was quite well-known at Sen University. Paired with the similarly underprivileged but hardworking Liao Jian’an, they were often referred to as a golden couple.

The roommate went upstairs, and shortly after, Liao Jian’an came down. Perhaps due to his new job, his usually distant and aloof demeanor had softened.

When he saw Song Rong, he frowned slightly, hiding the guilt in his eyes.

“Song Rong, didn’t we agree to keep some distance for now? Being too close doesn’t look good.”

Song Rong handed him one of the meals and replied nonchalantly, “You’re being overly cautious. Wei Baohua and Jiao Cui don’t know about us. What’s there to be afraid of?”

After four years of dating, Song Rong had already made her plans.

After they graduated, the two of them would stay in Sen City, repay their debts to the Wei and Jiao families, and then marry, finally being together openly.

Liao Jian’an hesitated as he took the meal. After a moment of silence, he said to Song Rong, “Song Rong, I have something important to discuss with you.”

There was a trace of reluctance on his face.

But recalling the incredibly tempting offer his new boss, Lu Weiqun, had made the day before, he steeled himself and said, “Song Rong, let’s break up. I’ve thought it through, and we’re not suitable for each other.”

Song Rong’s pupils constricted as she stared at Liao Jian’an in disbelief.

At the same time, a deep, slightly accented female voice came from behind her: “Jian’an, Baohua and I came to see you. Are you surprised?”

She turned around and saw Jiao Cui, with two long braids, running toward them with a beaming smile. Behind her, Yan Su strolled leisurely, hands in his pockets.

Liao Jian’an was also stunned. When Jiao Cui leaped onto him with a bear hug, his body stiffened as he stammered, “Why are you here?”

Jiao Cui, cheerful and straightforward, looked at him with her bright, innocent eyes. “Baohua is opening a branch in Sen City, and my dad asked me to come help him. Jian’an, we won’t have to be apart anymore. Aren’t you happy?”

This statement carried too much information for Liao Jian’an and Song Rong to process all at once.

Jiao Cui, clinging to him like a koala, made Liao Jian’an look especially awkward, drawing the attention of many onlookers.

Stammering, Liao Jian’an asked, “Baohua, you’re really… opening a branch… in Sen City?”

The little grain and oil store owned by the Wei family made that much money?

Yan Su stopped in front of him and nodded, then shifted his gaze to Song Rong. “Xiao Rong, I’ll be staying in Sen City as well. Are you happy about that?”

Song Rong, who had been planning to call off their engagement not long ago, was dumbfounded and could only stammer incoherently, her cheeks burning.

“Baohua, you… have quite the talent for business…” she forced out with difficulty.

At that moment, both Song Rong and Liao Jian’an were extremely tense, terrified that their secret relationship would be exposed to Yan Su.

Fortunately, Yan Su didn’t linger. Citing the tight schedule for opening the new branch, he left quickly, leaving only Jiao Cui behind.

Three days later, Jiao Cui arrived at the branch according to the address Yan Su had given her. As soon as she walked in, her face was full of unhappiness.

“Did Liao Jian’an bully you?” Yan Su asked casually as he stocked the shelves.

Jiao Cui shook her head, looking dejected. “I think I embarrassed him. He introduced me to his classmates as his cousin from his hometown.”

Her voice grew quieter and quieter, and she looked utterly defeated.

Yan Su didn’t comfort her.

This girl had been too sheltered by her family. Even when Liao’s mother bullied her in Maple Village, she didn’t dare fight back.

Her marriage to Liao Jian’an was bound to fail. In the original storyline, even the deep feelings between Liao Jian’an and Song Rong couldn’t withstand his ambitions. How could a relationship with someone he didn’t even like, such as Jiao Cui, survive?

According to the information Yan Su had gathered, the boss of the company Liao Jian’an had just joined, Lu Weiqun, had a frail and sickly only daughter named Lu Miaoliu.

Lu Miaoliu happened to be the first wife of Liao Jian’an in the original storyline, who had died young.

His decision to not continue his relationship with Song Rong was likely related to Lu Miaoliu.

Half a month later, the new branch officially opened. Yan Su kept Jiao Cui so busy with tasks that she had no time to think about Liao Jian’an.

To boost sales and attract customers, Yan Su set up a large iron pot at the store entrance to cook millet porridge.

He used Lin Town’s specialty chestnut millet, the store’s signature product, which was known as the best raw material for cooking millet porridge. It was already somewhat famous in many places, and Yan Su planned to build it into a professional marketing brand, indirectly helping his hometown prosper.

Lu Miaoliu wandered aimlessly down the street. She had just had an argument with her father, which ended unpleasantly, and fled from a matchmaking session.

As the only daughter in her family, with her mother passing away early, she had grown up with her father, and their relationship had been very close.

However, since she turned 20, Lu Weiqun seemed to have become obsessed, constantly pressuring her to go on matchmaking dates. He wanted her to find a husband who was both capable and handsome to care for her and eventually take over the Lu family business.

Growing up in a simple environment, Lu Miaoliu instinctively rejected contact with unfamiliar men and had no desire to get married.

But Lu Weiqun had even gone so far as to select a few handsome recent graduates from his company for her to choose from.

Lu Miaoliu understood his good intentions and was now feeling regretful for arguing so fiercely with him earlier.

Thinking about her father’s stomach issues, which required millet porridge for nourishment, she decided to buy some millet and make him a pot of red date millet porridge as a peace offering.

Just as she made this decision, the enticing aroma of millet porridge reached her.

Looking up, she saw a newly opened grain and oil store not far away. At its entrance was a young man wearing an apron, stirring a large pot with a ladle.

The man’s movements were gentle and meticulous as he cooked the porridge, occasionally turning to say something to the plump girl beside him.

The plump girl obediently nodded in response.

Lu Miaoliu squinted her eyes, unknowingly entranced by the scene.

She had never understood why her girlfriends enjoyed falling in love with men. To her, those unfamiliar men always exuded a sense of aggressive intrusion. They either looked at her with strong possessive desire or as if they were eyeing a gold mine.

But at this moment, she suddenly understood.