MGASC -Chapter 70 So Sweet! I’m About to Fall for Him

Luckily, Lin Xun had sharp eyes and spotted Lin Tianyue right away. “Dad, you’re back!”

Zhang Qiao turned toward the voice—and sure enough, it was her big, rough man.

Lin Tianyue had a foam-wrapped bag in one hand. In the other, he was carrying hawthorn berries, sunflower seeds, peanuts, and peach shortbread he’d specially bought for Zhang Qiao at the shop.

The last time they’d gone to the city, he’d noticed she seemed to like them.

“Sister Ma, you’re here,” he said, greeting Ma Cuihua. But those dark eyes of his were fixed straight on Zhang Qiao.

Just moments ago, Zhang Qiao had been talking about how hard his life was. Now, meeting that deep, heavy gaze, her cheeks couldn’t help but heat up.

Lin Tianyue’s eyes were way too intense—most people couldn’t handle that kind of pressure.

He set the things down first. “You’re here to ask about a job for Zhuzi, right? He’s still young. Work that’s too hard will hurt his body. Let him study a few more years. If he really doesn’t want to continue later, send him to me. I’ll definitely arrange a job for him.”

Ma Cuihua heard the refusal, but instead of feeling embarrassed, her heart warmed.

“Alright. Tianyue, I can tell—you and your wife are both good people. Your wife’s right. If you want to get somewhere in life, you still have to study. I was short-sighted this time. Since Zhuzi likes school, I’ll let him study a few more years. We’ll head off now…”

She pulled her son to leave, but Zhang Qiao quickly shoved the fruit and canned goods Ma Cuihua had brought back into her hands.

One can had already been opened and couldn’t be returned, so she stuffed a big handful of peanuts and two pieces of peach shortbread into Zhuzi’s hands instead.

In this era, everyone was short on food and clothing. Ma Cuihua had brought gifts for her son’s job; since the job hadn’t worked out, it was only right to take them back. Though embarrassed and after some polite refusal, she still accepted them.

Lin Tianyue walked them out. When they reached the gate, Ma Cuihua quietly pulled him aside and whispered, “Tianyue, you young folks don’t really know these things. I saw you bought hawthorn—was that for your wife? Pregnant women should eat less of that. It’s not good for the baby. Be careful—don’t let her eat too much.”

Lin Tianyue froze for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. I’ll remember.”

As he spoke, he patted Zhuzi on the shoulder, reminding him to study hard when he got home.

It was obvious Zhuzi was deeply moved.

Even though he looked down on factory work, he genuinely liked Lin Tianyue as a person. After all, at that hot-blooded age, the people you admire most are men like Lin Tianyue—strong and imposing.

“Brother Yue, don’t worry! Whether I make it into university or not, I’ll follow you in the future!”

Lin Tianyue laughed helplessly. “Alright, alright. I’ll be waiting.”

Follow me? he thought. What’s so great about ‘following’ someone?

He’d only ended up “mixing around” because he had no choice. If he’d had options, who wouldn’t want to be like Zhou Junlin—elegant, dignified, standing high above everyone else?

His heart tightened again.

What Zhang Qiao had said earlier—it had hit him right in the chest.

He’d never realized before that this was how his wife saw him.

He’d always thought that, in Zhang Qiao’s eyes, he was nothing but a reckless hoodlum—crude, impulsive, a bully.

But she understood his regrets. She knew his unwillingness to accept his fate.

Back in the main room, Zhang Qiao and the three little ones were busy unwrapping the foam-wrapped package.

Everyone was curious—what kind of fresh treat was wrapped up so tightly?

Layer by layer, they peeled it open. When the crystal-clear, glossy red candied hawthorns finally appeared, Zhang Qiao’s beautiful eyes went wide.

“Lin Tianyue, you actually managed to buy candied hawthorns!”

She’d only mentioned it casually before. On the way back, Yingzi had even told her there weren’t any candied hawthorns being sold at all these days, so Zhang Qiao had let it go.

After all, a pregnant woman’s cravings changed all the time.

She really hadn’t expected Lin Tianyue to take it to heart.

Oh my god!

Her big, rough man was way too nice. Wuwuwu—she was really about to fall for him.

The three little ones were even more shocked.

“Dad, is this what candied hawthorns are? They look so good!”

“The hawthorns are all shiny—this stuff on top is really sugar?”

Lin Jin reached out with his small hand, dipped a finger into the sugar coating, and popped it into his mouth.

Wuwuwu—so sweet!

Lin Xun frowned. “Third, can you not use your hands? You touched it—how’s Aunt Qiao supposed to eat it?”

Lin Jin protested, “My hands aren’t dirty…”

As he spoke, he tried to touch the sugar coating again.

Zhang Qiao quickly picked up the candied hawthorns. “Alright, alright—everyone gets some. No fighting.”

She picked up two skewers to share with the kids, but Lin Tianyue snatched them away.

Pointing at the pile of hawthorns, he said, “Aren’t there plenty here? There’s white sugar at home. If you want some, just dip the hawthorns in sugar!”

He’d gone through all that trouble to buy these for Zhang Qiao.

It was just hawthorns and sugar anyway—he wasn’t shortchanging them!

The three kids: ???

Lin Jin stared unhappily at the candied hawthorns in his dad’s hand. “Dad, how can that taste the same?”

“How is it not the same? What, are you trying to snatch food from the little brother in Aunt Qiao’s belly?”

Zhang Qiao frowned. “Why can’t it be a little sister?”

Lin Tianyue glanced at her belly. “What little sister? It’s definitely a little brother.”

Lin Xun cleared his throat and gave his dad a look. “That’d be a generation off, wouldn’t it? Shouldn’t it be a daughter?”

Lin Tianyue waved his hand dismissively. “Adults are talking. Kids, don’t interrupt!”

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qiao puffed up her cheeks, grabbed the candied hawthorns from his hand, and gave two skewers to Lin Jin and Lin Ran. “Go on. You three share. And that can of food is yours too. Be good—and don’t argue with a big rough man!”

Before Lin Tianyue could object, she stuffed all the good food into their hands.

Lin Tianyue: …What? Who’s the big rough man?

Then Zhang Qiao picked up the last skewer of candied hawthorns. Her red lips parted, and she took a bite.

Wrapped in foam, the sugar coating hadn’t melted at all. When she bit down, it cracked with a ka-cha. Crisp sugar, sour hawthorn—sweet and tangy, incredibly appetizing.

“Not bad. Thanks.”

She bit into it again and headed inside. Lin Tianyue chased after her from behind. “Oh right—hawthorns aren’t good for the baby. You should eat less. Half is enough.”

“Hey, I’m talking to you—did you hear me?”