Chapter 59- The 90s Male Side Character (6) – Transcendental Translations

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Chapter 59

Yan Su’s newly opened grain and oil store welcomed a major customer, resulting in its biggest transaction since opening.

Jiao Cui couldn’t stop grinning as she helped Lu Miaoliu check out. She offered free home delivery and noted down her name and address. Together with Yan Su, she loaded bag after bag of grain and oil onto the tricycle.

“Baohua, this comrade Lu Miaoliu’s family must run a restaurant, right? Buying so much reserve grain at once—who would’ve thought, with her thin and frail appearance, she might be flipping woks as a chef,” Jiao Cui speculated.

Yan Su’s expression deepened as he shook his head and asked, “What address did Comrade Lu give you?”

Jiao Cui paused, opened her small notebook, and read aloud, “No. 302, Miaohua Estate, Zhaoxi Road. Do you know it?”

“Miaohua Estate…” Jiao Cui murmured, “That name sounds so familiar.”

Yan Su smirked. “Of course, it does. Yesterday, the Sen City Evening News ran a full-page ad for Miaohua Estate, boasting it as the most advanced in design, most secure, and most expensive villa area in the city.”

Jiao Cui’s eyes widened. “So Comrade Lu is actually a rich lady.”

When the lunch rush was slow, Yan Su pedaled his tricycle to deliver the goods to Miaohua Estate. Built last year by a developer in Sen City, the villa area featured meticulous designs and high-quality materials.

However, few could afford villas in this era, especially since Miaohua Estate was two hours away from the city center. Apart from a handful of wealthy merchants, almost no one bought property there. The developer invested heavily in advertising, but the results were lackluster.

Following the address, Yan Su arrived at Lu Miaoliu’s villa. As he stopped the tricycle, he caught a whiff of something burnt.

Sniffing the air, he turned toward the source—a faint smoke trail rising from the chimney. Worried the villa might be on fire, he rushed in, only to find Lu Miaoliu in the kitchen, looking helpless. She was wearing an apron, a smudge of flour on her nose, and staring at him innocently.

Once he confirmed the villa wasn’t on fire but that Lu Miaoliu had simply burnt her porridge, Yan Su sighed in relief. “Are you alright?”

Lu Miaoliu’s face turned crimson. Since returning from the grain and oil store, the image of Yan Su cooking porridge had played over and over in her mind. Distracted, she had almost caused a disaster.

She already knew that Yan Su was the store’s owner and that cooking porridge at the store entrance was a marketing strategy to attract customers. Yet, perhaps because that scene had been so warm and comforting, she couldn’t let it go.

“Could you teach me how to make porridge? I want to cook… a pot of nourishing millet porridge for my dad, but I burned it,” Lu Miaoliu asked, embarrassed.

From the moment Yan Su heard her name, he realized she was the ill-fated wife of Liao Jian’an in the storyline.

In Liao Jian’an’s memories, she was a frail rich girl who, leveraging her father’s power, forced Liao Jian’an into a marriage of matrilocality.

Suffering from chronic illness, Lu Miaoliu spent half the year recuperating. Her fragile body couldn’t fulfill marital duties or bear healthy children.

After Lu Weiqun grew older, fearing Liao Jian’an might seize the family fortune and abuse Lu Miaoliu, he took every measure to guard against him.

Despite all his schemes, both father and daughter met early deaths, leaving the entire estate to Liao Jian’an.

The memories emphasized how Liao Jian’an, coerced into marriage and oppressed by Lu Weiqun, rose step by step to become a top executive through sheer ability. His ten-year marriage to Lu Miaoliu left him physically and emotionally exhausted.

When he learned that his former lover Song Rong had borne his son, his joy was boundless, showering the mother and son with endless affection.

Lu Miaoliu’s pride and inability to bear children were used to contrast Song Rong’s humility and profound love for Liao Jian’an.

Yet as Yan Su looked at the clear-eyed Lu Miaoliu standing by the kitchen counter, she seemed entirely different from the version described in the story.

Just as he was about to reply to her request, heavy footsteps echoed from outside—it was Lu Weiqun returning home.

“Miaomiao, what’s with the tricycle parked outside? Please don’t be mad at Dad. It was wrong of me not to inform you in advance about the blind date. If you ruin your health out of anger, it’s not worth it. If you don’t like those men, that’s fine. Dad will find you better ones…”

Following the traces, Lu Weiqun arrived at the kitchen and immediately saw a handsome stranger standing close to his daughter.

Instantly, his demeanor turned vigilant.

“Miaomiao, who is he?”

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Lu Miaoliu shot him an annoyed look and explained, “Dad, I wanted to make porridge for you, but it burned. It scared me to death. Luckily, the owner of the grain and oil store came by to deliver goods, or I’d still be in a panic.”

Realizing his mistake, Lu Weiqun’s imposing presence dissipated instantly. His tense face shifted to the friendly smile of a businessman. “Oh, I see. Thank you, thank you. Sorry for the trouble, Boss.”

He glanced at the burnt porridge nearby and looked at his daughter with concern. “Miaomiao, did you hurt yourself? Why are you doing such rough work? Just leave this to the housekeeper. Why bother doing it yourself?”

Since the housekeeper had taken leave for a few days and no one else was home, Lu Weiqun’s overprotective fatherly instincts kicked in.

What if his daughter’s cooking mishap caused an accident while no one else was around?

Thinking this, he genuinely felt grateful to the young boss in front of him.

Perhaps from over-scrutinizing potential sons-in-law lately, Lu Weiqun’s first observation about young men was always their appearance.

Yan Su’s delicate features, soft red lips, and harmless demeanor earned two silent compliments from him before he suddenly realized—what was he doing?

Forcing a chuckle, he handed Yan Su a business card. “Our company’s cafeteria is looking to change suppliers soon. Young man, feel free to contact our procurement manager.”

After starting work at the Lu family company, Liao Jian’an had been in a consistently good mood. Ever since the day of his induction, when the boss, Lu Weiqun, subtly hinted at wanting to marry off his only daughter to him, he had broken up with Song Rong and deliberately kept his distance from her.

Song Rong, now teaching at a university with a respectable job, no longer clung to him.

However, what worried him most was that Jiao Cui was still in Sen City, occasionally visiting his rented house. If his boss or colleagues discovered that he was already married with a child back in his hometown, his future prospects would undoubtedly be ruined.

Among the group of interns, he was the most outstanding. Lu Weiqun favored him for his handsome appearance and rural background, believing he was easy to manipulate. As long as Liao Jian’an lowered his pride and won over Lu Miaoliu, wouldn’t the Lu family’s business ultimately become his?

After several sleepless nights analyzing the situation, Liao Jian’an decided to first send Jiao Cui back to their hometown. Once he gained Lu Miaoliu’s favor, he could find an excuse to divorce Jiao Cui, bring his mother to the city, and cut off contact with anyone from Maple Tree Village. Who would then suspect that he was on his second marriage?

One day, Liao Jian’an invited Jiao Cui to meet him in the city center’s commercial district.

He was very cautious about keeping his personal information private, hiding his employer’s details tightly.

Jiao Cui arrived with some homemade food, shyly glancing at Liao Jian’an, who was dressed in a suit and tie, and awkwardly handed him the thermos.

“Jian’an, I made this early this morning. Mom said it’s all your favorites.”

She lowered her head, slightly hunched over. Although she wore fashionable clothes like city folks, she still exuded an air of insecurity.

Liao Jian’an cast a disdainful glance at the thermos, wrapped in a bright red plastic bag, and reluctantly accepted it. Thinking of what he was about to say, he softened his expression and led Jiao Cui into a restaurant.

Jiao Cui was flattered as she sat across from him, unsure of where to place her hands and feet. “Jian’an, what do you want to eat? Baohua just gave me my salary yesterday—it’s quite a hefty sum.”

Her loud voice, combined with her timid demeanor, made her seem quite unrefined. Liao Jian’an found her increasingly unpleasant.

He casually ordered two dishes, cleared his throat, and got straight to the point: “Cui Cui, you’ve been in Sen City for a while now. Don’t you want to go back home to see our son?”

Liao Jian’an had no emotional attachment to his son, whom he had only seen two or three times since birth.

Every time he thought of the child, carrying half of Jiao Cui’s genes, he felt an instinctive disgust.

Jiao Cui blinked. She was usually carefree and thick-skinned, but being away from Maple Tree Village for so long, she couldn’t help but miss her son during quiet nights.

Before she left, Jiao Zhiwen had urged her to stay close to Liao Jian’an.

Liao Jian’an was ambitious, a man with aspirations. If they lived apart for too long, divorce was inevitable.

Because of this, she had temporarily set aside thoughts of her son to stay by Liao Jian’an’s side.

Though she was a bit foolish, she wasn’t entirely clueless. Liao Jian’an’s words clearly indicated he wanted her to go back to their hometown.

If Liao Jian’an wouldn’t even acknowledge her as his wife in front of his colleagues, wouldn’t he surely abandon her if she left Sen City?

Jiao Cui lowered her gaze, and an image of Yan Su’s way of communicating with customers suddenly came to mind.

Always try to solve problems through indirect means.

It was advice Yan Su had given her.

She raised her head, her eyes gradually filling with hope.

“Jian’an, do you miss our son too? I’ve thought about it. Since we both have stable jobs here in Sen City, why don’t we bring our son here and reunite as a family?”

She harbored a faint hope, wishing that Liao Jian’an would agree.

Liao Jian’an choked on a sip of water and stared sharply at Jiao Cui. When had this foolish woman grown so clever?

To outmaneuver him—she had improved quite a bit recently.

His face darkened. “Have you been spending a lot of time with Wei Baohua lately?”

Several question marks seemed to pop up above Jiao Cui’s head as she looked at him in confusion. “Didn’t I already tell you I’ve been helping out at Baohua’s store?”

Liao Jian’an’s hand, which was wiping his mouth, paused. He finally recalled that Wei Baohua had mentioned opening a branch in Sen City when they first met.

But back then, Liao Jian’an had just started working at the Lu family company, striving to impress his boss, working diligently, and trying to learn Lu Miaoliu’s preferences to stand out among the candidates for her hand in marriage. He hadn’t paid any attention to Wei Baohua or Jiao Cui.

In his mind, Wei Baohua was just a country bumpkin—how could he possibly have the capability to open a store in Sen City? Surely, it was just a boast to deceive Jiao Cui.

As for Jiao Cui’s whereabouts during this time, he didn’t care in the least; he only wanted to send her back to Maple Tree Village as soon as possible.

But now, it seemed Wei Baohua really had opened a branch in Sen City? Could that tiny grain and oil shop in the Wei family have grown into something substantial?

“Cui Cui, tell me in detail how the Wei family’s grain and oil business managed to expand.” Liao Jian’an’s expression turned serious.