Wen Qingyu took a bag of snacks out from his coat. Yan Jin’er tilted her head and looked at his coat in surprise, wondering how it could have such big pockets that could fit such a large bag of snacks.
Inside the paper bag were still some pastries, candies, dried meat, sunflower seeds, and peanuts.
How could he carry so many snacks she liked with him at all times? It was truly surprising.
“Look at someone else, then look at you.” A female comrade from a nearby couple glanced at her partner with resentment after seeing how many snacks Wen Qingyu had prepared. Comparing people really made one want to throw theirs away.
“Alright, I’ll buy you some next time.” The male comrade pouted in complaint, then glanced at Wen Qingyu with mild reproach before quickly going to coax his own partner.
Yan Jin’er had no idea that a simple bag of snacks had caused an emotional crisis for someone else. At this moment, she was happily enjoying being fed by her new boyfriend.
Although she had just eaten noodles and was already full, that was only for staple food. She could still eat snacks. It was just a pity there was no milk tea at the moment—otherwise milk tea and movies would be the perfect match.
Yan Jin’er swung her little legs leisurely, chewing on the sunflower seeds and peanuts Wen Qingyu fed her, occasionally glancing at the screen, waiting for the movie to start.
Fortunately, the movie started not long after, though it was a black-and-white film. It was a comedy.
Yan Jin’er had a low laughter threshold, so she almost laughed from beginning to end. In the first half she still tried to restrain herself, but later she directly laughed so hard she was rocking back and forth.
Wen Qingyu had no choice but to grab one of her hands to prevent her from laughing so hard that she fell onto the floor.
So in the end, Yan Jin’er watched the movie while laughing, and Wen Qingyu watched Yan Jin’er while smiling, all the while tightly holding her hand.
Wen Qingyu’s Adam’s apple subtly moved as he felt the soft warmth in his hand, along with a faint fragrance.
“It’s really so funny. Let’s come again next time.” Yan Jin’er looked completely unsatisfied.
She felt that watching movies like this had a very good atmosphere—not only did everyone give their most genuine reactions, but there were also no disturbances like people playing with their phones, answering calls, or children crying and making noise.
“Okay, I’ll bring you again next time a new movie is showing,” Wen Qingyu agreed indulgently, looking every bit like the perfect boyfriend who would agree to anything she said.
After leaving the screening room, the sky had already darkened, dotted with a few bright stars.
“It’s getting late. I’ll send you home.”
“Okay.” Yan Jin’er responded obediently, reaching out to hook onto Wen Qingyu’s sleeve. She tilted her head and looked at him with confusion, her eyes expressing why he wasn’t moving yet.
Wen Qingyu lowered his head and smiled helplessly, his eyes clearly filled with affection, then turned and walked toward Yan Jin’er’s home.
As they walked, Yan Jin’er wanted to call Wen Qingyu, but suddenly didn’t know how to address him.
“Hey, how should I call you? Wen Qingyu, Comrade Wen, Old Wen, Qingyu, Qingqing, Yuyu, or Brother Qingyu? Should I come up with a unique nickname?” Yan Jin’er said, almost laughing at herself.
Wen Qingyu had never thought that after having a partner, he would feel so many helpless yet willingly accepted emotions.
“Comrade Wen sounds too distant, Qingqing sounds like a girl, Yuyu… how about I call you Yuyu? That’s unique enough.”
“In public I’ll call you Comrade Wen, and when it’s just the two of us I’ll call you Yuyu. Is that okay?” Yan Jin’er pretended to ask seriously, but there was an unmistakable teasing smile in her eyes.
“Up to you, Baby.” Wen Qingyu said calmly, giving her the nickname.
Yan Jin’er ignored her suddenly quickened heartbeat and nodded as if nothing was wrong.
Although “Baby” sounded a bit too sweet and not unique enough, hearing him say it in his low, smiling voice—who could resist that?
After that, Yan Jin’er didn’t even know how she got home. It seemed Wen Qingyu said something to her at the doorway, but she hadn’t really paid attention and couldn’t remember what was said.
Mrs. Song, who was inside the house, saw her daughter return with a bright smile and thought she should let her spend more time with friends in the future, completely unaware that she was actually becoming her daughter’s dating assistant.
“Dad, Mom, tonight’s movie was a comedy, really very funny and good. Next time we can go watch it as a family.”
“Alright, next time when your sister is free, we’ll go together as a family.” Her parents agreed readily.
After washing up at night and lying in bed, Yan Jin’er couldn’t help rolling around a few times. She covered her face with the blanket, her mind constantly replaying tonight’s date.
Oh no, she felt like she was falling in love.
Although Yan Jin’er was filled with confusion about this unfamiliar emotional experience, she did not regret meeting Wen Qingyu or dating him.
Life was like a movie—although the ending might not always be satisfying, the brilliance of the process could not be denied.
Besides, she and him were still in the getting-to-know-each-other stage; they weren’t even at the point of meeting families or getting married yet.
Because she was too excited, Yan Jin’er secretly created a Love Diary overnight, recording her scoring system for Wen Qingyu. Once it reached a hundred points, she would make it official; if it ended up in negative points, she would end the relationship—she absolutely would not overthink or waste his time.
First, appearance could add five points. Mainly because Wen Qingyu was just too handsome—he was exactly her type.
Hehe, another day being charmed by beauty.
A nice deep voice also added five points, especially since he even called her Baby. Who could resist that?
Thoughtful snack feeding added two points… no, one point. She couldn’t give too many.
Sending her home added one point.
Oh, helping her finish leftovers also added one point.
That made a total of thirteen points. As she wrote, she suddenly felt like she had really found a treasure.
Yan Jin’er smugly thought, “Wen Qingyu is also winning. He got such a beautiful, cute, and even financially capable partner like me.”
Hehe.
She slept soundly until morning. Before leaving the house, Yan Jin’er carefully fixed her hair and dressed herself up beautifully, even though it didn’t really make much difference.
Still, Yan Jin’er’s mood for work was wonderful, and seeing her handsome boyfriend as soon as she went out made it even better.
“Baby, good morning. I’m here to pick you up for work.” Wen Qingyu said as he lifted his head from the bicycle, only to see his silly partner staring at him.
Oh, so she had forgotten that this was what Wen Qingyu had said.
Yan Jin’er sat on the back of Wen Qingyu’s bicycle, which was lined with a soft cushion. She held the snacks he prepared for the day in one hand and grabbed his shirt hem with the other, and was safely sent to a spot near the factory gate.
“It’s about time. You should go to work too. Bye.” Yan Jin’er got off the bike and immediately abandoned Wen Qingyu, her “tool-man boyfriend,” and walked off carrying her snack bag.
“I’ll come pick you up after work.” Wen Qingyu only managed to say this as he watched her unfeeling little back.
Only after seeing Yan Jin’er wave her hand and enter the gate did he turn and head toward the nearby Machinery Factory.