Chapter 28: When a Daughter Dates Early, How Should Adults Handle It?
During the evening self-study session, Zhao Jing took the opportunity to go over the English exam papers, using a projector to share Wen Xia’s composition.
She praised, “Wen Xia’s composition is great, except for a few minor spelling mistakes. The sentences are well-written, and everyone can copy it as a model. I’ve marked the mistakes with a red pen.”
As the neat handwriting of Wen Xia’s English composition appeared on the projector, Zhou Qing, holding a ballpoint pen, noticed the pen tip bending. She bit her lower lip. In the past, her own English compositions had been used as the class model.
She couldn’t believe Wen Xia hadn’t cheated—there was no way she could have written such a good essay on her own.
Suddenly, a male voice broke the silence in the classroom. “Teacher, I can’t see clearly.”
The entire class turned to look—it was Jiang Xu.
Because of his height, Jiang Xu still sat in the back row, but this time, he was seated next to Wen Xia. Everyone in the class knew exactly what was going on between them.
A few students exchanged glances and then burst into laughter, teasing them.
Wen Xia: “…”
She accidentally made eye contact with Liu An’an, and without looking at Jiang Yan, she knew her expression was probably the same as Liu An’an’s—knowing looks.
Seeing the energetic students, Zhao Jing smiled, pretending not to notice the teasing. She adjusted her glasses and said, “Come up and get your test papers. Once you’ve copied them, bring them to me for review.” She then clicked on the multimedia screen, freezing the image of the test paper.
Jiang Xu walked up to get the paper and flashed a big grin. “Thank you, Teacher.”
Returning to his seat, he looked at Wen Xia’s name on the paper, his gaze lingering on the girl in front of him who had her hair tied in a ponytail. His heart skipped a beat.
He then rummaged through his desk drawer, found an uncapped pen, and drew a few lines. The ink didn’t show, so he shook the pen a couple of times, then blew a puff of hot air onto the tip before drawing again. This time, the ink appeared clearly.
He copied the composition neatly, unable to resist the smile tugging at his lips.
When the class ended, Zhao Jing looked at the composition Jiang Xu had copied. “You did a good job. Now go and understand the meaning of the composition. If you don’t get it, you can ask Wen Xia.”
“Okay.” Jiang Xu scratched the back of his head.
…
That night, a heavy rain began to fall, continuing into the next day.
Due to the rain, the second period didn’t require students to go outside for physical exercise. The students grabbed umbrellas, went to the bathroom, and then returned to the classroom to do their homework.
Only the second period on Fridays was this quiet, because the teachers from the first two periods had assigned homework. To avoid doing too much at home, everyone hurried to finish their work during class.
A cool breeze blew in through the front and back doors. Wen Xia shivered, wrapped her yellow coat tighter, and continued working on her homework.
“Wen Xia, could you… explain the composition to me?” a voice interrupted, a little hesitant.
It was Jiang Xu.
Wen Xia glanced at his flushed face. After a brief hesitation, she nodded. It was just the right time since He Sheng wasn’t there, so Jiang Xu sat in his seat.
Looking at Wen Xia’s fair face, Jiang Xu’s heart raced. The next moment, their eyes met, and he quickly looked away.
Many of the students in the classroom noticed the two of them and began whispering.
“Wen Xia and Jiang Xu are dating, right? They’ve been so close lately.”
“Probably. They look good together, both of them are good-looking.”
“I think Wen Xia’s cousin is really handsome. At first, I didn’t know, and I thought he was Wen Xia’s boyfriend.”
“Do you want to ask Wen Xia for her cousin’s QQ number?”
“+1.”
The conversation shifted from Wen Xia and Jiang Xu to Qin Mo.
…
At noon, when Wen Xia went back to the dormitory to pack her things, she overheard Liu An’an and Jiang Yan gossiping. She took out her phone and sent a message to Qin Mo, the class genius.
[Qin Mo, some girls in class want your QQ number. Are you going to give it?]
Since learning that Qin Mo could score 700 points, Wen Xia had started calling him “Qin Xueba” (a nickname meaning ‘Qin the Scholar’).
Qin Mo was probably busy, as she didn’t get a reply after several minutes. She put her phone back into her coat pocket, then suddenly remembered something and pulled it out again to make a call.
Wen De, who was in a meeting, looked at his vibrating phone. His originally angry expression softened as he gave the department heads a “quiet” gesture.
“Hello.”
The voice of Wen Xia came through the phone. “Dad, are you free today? Can you come pick me up? We finish class at 2:50.”
“I’m free. I’m just dealing with some work near No.2 Middle School,” Wen De said, glancing at his watch. It was 1:07 p.m.
After hanging up, Wen De looked at the department heads, his face darkening. “This batch of goods failed quality inspection, and we lost several thousand. You better come up with an explanation! Also, get this batch out on time and with quality! The meeting ends here. Everyone get back to work.”
Once the meeting was over, Wen De grabbed the car keys and drove towards No.2 Middle School. It would take him about 40 minutes to get there.
…
After school, Qin Mo finally saw Wen Xia’s message but didn’t reply. Instead, he took a taxi to No.2 Middle School.
He arrived at No.2 Middle School at 2:26 p.m., with about 20 minutes to spare. He went to a nearby shop and bought a cup of milk tea, standing by the gate and waiting.
He glanced at a white car nearby and sent Wen Xia another message.
“I’m by the white car at the school gate.”
Suddenly, the sound of a car window rolling down caught his attention. He instinctively looked over and met the serious, unchanging face of Wen De.
“…”
“Uncle Wen.”
“Mm.”
Wen De glanced at his phone, then at the milk tea in Qin Mo’s hand, and finally at his face.
After a few seconds, he looked away, instinctively reaching for a cigarette pack in the car, but then stopped himself, thinking better of it.
He opened Baidu on his phone and typed, “How should parents deal with their daughter dating in her second year of high school?”
Answer 1: A good beating will solve it.
Answer 2: A golden stick produces a good person.
He pursed his lips and clicked on the third answer: “High school is a time of youthful awakening. The key is to guide them properly. As parents, you must avoid extreme actions, as this could trigger rebellious behavior in your child.”
The next part of the text wouldn’t load.
In red font, it said, “To read the full article, you need six points.”
Without hesitation, Wen De topped up six yuan, and continued reading. The advice read: “First, communicate with your child, and be sure not to show overt disapproval of early relationships…”
Qin Mo, with his sharp eyesight, clearly saw the contents on Wen De’s phone. His brows twitched slightly. “…”
…
Ten minutes before the end of class, Wen Xia secretly checked her phone and happened to see a message from Qin Mo. He was here, near a white car.
She thought of Wen De, feeling guilty like a thief as she glanced at Teacher Cao, who was talking about safety, and quickly typed out a message.
[My dad is coming to pick me up. You’d better go now so you don’t run into him.]
She forgot to tell Qin Mo that Wen De was coming to pick her up.
Her eyes widened slightly. A white car!
She had a ridiculous thought: Could it be Wen De’s?
She sent another message: [Go to the back and see if it’s the car with six circles.]
The reply came quickly.
[We’ve already run into each other. Dad is searching on his phone: ‘When a daughter dates early, how should adults handle It?’]
Soon, another message came: [Dad spent six yuan to read the full text.]
“…”
Wen Xia suddenly didn’t want school to end.
She used to think these ten minutes dragged on forever, but this time, they passed quickly.
…
After school, Jiang Yan knew that Wen De had come to pick up Wen Xia and firmly rejected her offer to give her a ride.
Next to the white car, she didn’t see Qin Mo, and Wen Xia let out a sigh of relief. She walked over, knocked on the car window, and cheerfully said, “Dad.”
Wen De glanced at her, turned off his phone screen, and said, “Get in the car.”
Wen Xia sat in the front passenger seat, proudly showing off. “Dad, I scored about 480 this time. What reward are you going to give me?”
**TN
I want to recommend a C-drama called ‘Love Game in Eastern Fantasy’. It’s so good! 😀
