Chapter 345 — A Happiness of One's Own
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 3
"Oh... and how are you going to thank me, then?" Wei Zhao could picture Tang Zhi at that moment — a beautiful girl standing in her own yard, carefully cradling her phone, lowering her voice to speak with him...
As for how Wei Zhao knew Tang Zhi was calling from the yard: through the receiver he could hear the crickets chirping.
"I..." Wei Zhao's words left Tang Zhi flustered, at a loss. Her breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed red, and a fine sweat broke out on the tip of her nose. "You... you tell me how I should thank you..."
"You're the one thanking me. Why should I have to say it?" Wei Zhao had caught the nervousness in her voice and teased her, laughing.
"Then... then how about I kiss you?" Tang Zhi hesitated a moment before she said it, a little timidly.
"Sure." Wei Zhao had never meant to demand anything of Tang Zhi. He was not the sort to take advantage of another's difficulty and press a bargain — though that was a different matter entirely when it came to people he didn't like.
"Mm..." Tang Zhi's heart was pounding violently; she was embarrassed by her own boldness in taking the initiative.
"When?" Wei Zhao asked.
"You... you say..." Tang Zhi answered nervously.
"How about now?" Wei Zhao asked.
"Huh? Now?" Tang Zhi was stunned. How was she supposed to kiss him now? Over the phone? Wouldn't that just be pretending to kiss him? Was that Wei Zhao — the one with that thing of his — really so easily satisfied?
"Mm, go ahead and kiss me..." Of course Wei Zhao also hoped Tang Zhi would truly kiss him, but he did not want to achieve that end merely on account of his lending her the money.
"You're awful... I'm not even ready yet..." Even as she felt a secret delight, Tang Zhi grew bashful.
"And when will you be ready?" Wei Zhao laughed. "Your kisses are worth a fortune — twenty thousand apiece."
"Hmph, then if I kiss you a few more times, won't you be ruined?" Tang Zhi was tickled by his words.
"True. I'd better do some calculating — how many more kisses can I afford?" Wei Zhao said in all seriousness.
"Then go ahead and calculate!" Tang Zhi gave a little snort. "Oh, right — why did you transfer me two hundred thousand?"
"Didn't your mother say your father still needs surgery?" Wei Zhao said. "I heard it, so I sent fifty thousand extra."
"Thank you..." Tang Zhi's tears burst forth in an instant. In all her years, this was the first time she had ever been so happy she wanted to cry. She had not even said anything herself, yet he had thought of it for her. Was he truly a gift sent to her by heaven?
Suddenly Tang Zhi was overcome by the urge to spend the rest of her life with him. On the verge of her eighteenth birthday — no, with her nineteenth approaching — Tang Zhi felt she had found a happiness that belonged to her alone.
It was a feeling of being cared for, of being cherished, of being held in the palm of someone's hand. Such a moment of happiness was one to remember for a lifetime.
Tang Zhi's hand was trembling as she held the phone. Mustering all her courage, she went "mwah" into the receiver, then said quickly, "There. That's today's. I still owe you one — I'll pay it back some day when I have time..."
With that, Tang Zhi hurriedly hung up. Her whole body was burning, and she was drenched in sweat.
"Phew..." Tang Zhi let out a long breath. She was embarrassed by how bold she had just been, and she did not dare go back inside at once for fear her mother and the others would notice something strange. She could only stand there in the yard, cooling her emotions.
A mosquito flew past, and, catching sight of the fair, tender Tang Zhi, it wanted to come take a bite. Tang Zhi, furious, swung her hand to slap it dead, but what came out of her mouth was: "Wei Zhao, you're hateful! Why do you treat me so well! I'll slap you dead!"