He Jinxuan liked the little girlâs quick wit, making her very endearing.
Seeing the little girl still waiting for his reply, he gently dropped a kiss on her forehead, "Hmm, Iâve got some leads, but it might still take some time to get everything sorted out."
Xinyan propped her chin up with her finger, playfully saying, "What made you think of transferring jobs?"
He Jinxuan freed a hand to pinch the little girlâs nose, "Youâre so smart, do I really need to spell it out for you, hmm?"
Something came to Xinyanâs mind, and she couldnât help but laugh, "Are you so sure we can end up together? What if it doesnât work out, wouldnât all your efforts be for nothing?"
He Jinxuanâs face suddenly turned serious, "Dating without the intention of marriage is just messing around, are you trying to mess around with me, hmm?"
After saying this, he smiled and lowered his head to plant a kiss on Xinyanâs fair cheek, "Other than me, who else would you want to marry?"
Xinyan laughed and pushed him away, "Oh my, get away from me."
He Jinxuan pulled her closer into his arms, "Yanyan, donât say things like that again in the future, not even as a joke, you know Iâm serious about you."
Xinyan realized at this moment that her words were a bit inappropriate, considering this is not the modern world. She raised her hand to touch He Jinxuanâs face, "Iâm sorry, I wonât say things like that again."
He Jinxuan got the promise he wanted and didnât dwell on it further, but it did give him a reminder, "Yanyan, I want to ask, can we get engaged first?"
Xinyan stared at him for a long time, "What are you worried about?"
He Jinxuan mustered up his courage, "I want to earn a rightful place by your side, is that a good enough reason?"
Xinyan couldnât help but laugh at that, "You really dare to say that, arenât you afraid my dad will teach you a lesson?"
Hearing this, He Jinxuan felt a bit guilty, not because he feared her future father-in-lawâs interference, but because he worried that, out of his sight, there might be someone blind enough to approach Yanyan, "Iâll do my best to earn his approval."
Xinyan giggled, "Then you better perform well. Telling me doesnât help, youâll need my dadâs agreement."
She wouldnât let him succeed so easily; besides, with her father around, of course sheâd let him help keep the gate. After all, itâs a lifelong matter.
He Jinxuan understood Xinyanâs thoughts, "Alright, as long as you donât object, leave the rest to me."
The two snuggled for a while longer before He Jinxuan finally left.
However, after leaving Xinyanâs courtyard, he didnât go home directly. Instead, he found a spot to keep an eye on the Qiu Familyâs movements from the shadows.
Just as he expected, after nightfall, a figure sneaked out of the Qiu Familyâs house.
He followed at a reasonable distance, observing her avoiding the streetlights and leaving the compound, heading in the direction of the school. Realization dawned upon him about what she intended to do.
He turned around and headed toward the security office.
Qiu Qingmei made her way to the school. Because a provincial top scorer emerged, the school decided to build a podium on the field, which made the field too small for its original purpose.
Since the back closely bordered the mountain base, it wouldnât involve land compensation, so the paperwork was quickly resolved. The fieldâs fence was moved back significantly, and to facilitate construction without affecting the schoolâs daily work at the front, a gap was left in the new fence.
Qiu Qingmei had come with classmates to collect her diploma a few days earlier and happened to see the situation there, so she thought of sneaking into the school through that gap.
When she arrived, she saw that the gap had already been bricked up over two feet high, feeling lucky for her timing; if she were a day later, it might have been mended completely.
Climbing over that section of the wall, she quickly reached the office area in the front and familiarly made her way to the principalâs office. Taking out a screwdriver she had prepared earlier, she exerted a lot of effort to pry off the lock loop.
Seeing that she hadnât alerted anyone in the gatehouse, she tiptoed inside.
Taking an old-fashioned flashlight from her pocket, she cleverly covered the head with a handkerchief, making the light dimmer and less likely to be noticed.
She rummaged through the filing cabinet for a long time but still couldnât find what she was looking for, causing her to grow anxious.