CHAPTER 1514: CHAPTER 1515: ARE FOREIGNERS’ THINGS ALWAYS GOOD?

"Look at my memory," you smacked your forehead and continued, "The typhoon of ’95 on the 17th was called Yunna, not Sang Mei, and it landed in Lu City Yueqing."

In an attempt to prove he was indeed a local from Lu City, Wu Jun spoke with a tone of certainty, "In ’95, when Typhoon Yunna hit, I was only a few months old. Although I have no memory of that disaster, I heard from the elders in my family that many people died that year. When the typhoon landed, it brought heavy storms, flooding the entire town..."

Wu Jun hadn’t finished speaking when he noticed Wei Songbo staring at him with a look of confusion in his eyes.

"President Wei, what’s the matter?"

Wei Songbo didn’t speak, but Li Mengjun chuckled and said, "Little Wu must have gotten it wrong again. Yunna was a typhoon in ’04. That year, our whole family went to Fairyland, and although Fairyland was some distance from Lu City, the heavy rain brought by the typhoon trapped us on the mountain, and it caused a mudslide. Little Yue almost got caught in it. Since then, during the typhoon season, we never go out."

Li Mengjun’s comment directly addressed Wu Jun, as she started with "Little Wu got it wrong again."

Though it was a joke, it immediately alerted Wu Jun, and he looked at you with a wary expression.

You scratched your face with a finger, puzzled, "If it wasn’t Sang Mei or Yunna, then it must have been Fred."

To hide his lie, Wu Jun gave you a disdainful look, "Mr. Lin’s memory doesn’t seem to be very good. The typhoon in ’95 couldn’t possibly be Fred."

"Oh? Right, there was no typhoon in ’95, it was in ’94, and it was called Fred." This time, you spoke with certainty.

Wu Jun wouldn’t believe you; anything said thrice is considered suspect. He was convinced you were mocking him. As long as you were certain, he would disagree, and his expression conveyed only one word— "Tch!"

A cold laugh.

"What, you have a different opinion?"

"Of course, I’m a native of Lu City; I know best when the typhoons come. Plus, I already mentioned that when the typhoon hit in ’95, I was only a few months old." Finally, Wu Jun looked directly at you, smiled, and said, "Mr. Lin, a non-local, doesn’t need to get tangled up in this issue."

You nodded, "Well, in that case, let’s check online. I have a habit of not leaving unresolved issues aside; I will definitely get to the bottom of it."

Having already seen the iPad7 on the coffee table, you picked it up and quickly searched. After a moment of realization, you said, "Ah, I see, I see, it appears Little Wu, you were right."

Wu Jun raised his head slightly, showing a victorious expression.

However, just as Wu Jun displayed this expression, you handed the tablet to Wei Songbo, who was sitting beside him.

Wei Songbo took a look, flickered his eyes a few times, then turned to Wu Jun, "Little Wu, are you really sure it was the year you were born?"

Though feeling a little odd, Wu Jun still nodded affirmatively.

Wei Songbo was silent for a moment, then handed the tablet to Wu Jun, who took a look and saw a line of bold letters— "Review of the 94th Typhoon Fred’s disaster in Lu City!"

"This..."

Wu Jun was just about to explain when Wei Songbo’s work phone rang. After answering it, Wei Songbo immediately said to Wu Jun, "Little Wu, go start the car; I need to go back to the office right away."

"Alright, President Wei."

As Wu Jun stood up, you clearly saw a look of relief on his face. Without lingering for even a moment, he turned and walked out.

Watching Wu Jun’s back, the upward curve of your mouth become slightly larger.

Wei Songbo and his wife exchanged a glance; he stood up and said to you, "Little Li, we’re experienced and don’t want to interfere much in your love life, but since you’re living with Little Yue, we hope you’ll take good care of her in life."

After listening, you didn’t say much, only nodded earnestly.

In your view, too many words weren’t necessary now; what you could do was to take it step by step.

Wei Songbo and Li Mengjun left together; as a mother, Li Mengjun was still worried about her daughter, so she deliberately entrusted you with one more thing, "Little Li, in the future, if anything happens, be more accommodating to Little Yue, okay?"

The final "okay?" expressed all a mother’s concern.

You still nodded silently.

Just as Wei Songbo and his wife had left and you’d closed the door to return to the living room, you hadn’t yet sat down when Wei Yingyue lazily spoke from the stairs, "Have they left?"

Turning around, at that moment, you found your gaze couldn’t look away!

At the stairway on the second floor, Wei Yingyue was wrapped in a snow-white bath towel, her allure half revealed and half concealed. Having just finished her bath, her long black hair was still wet as Wei Yingyue gathered it to the left and slightly tilted her head, gently patting it with a towel.

Probably just emerged from the steam-laden bathroom, Wei Yingyue’s finely fair cheeks showed a seductive blush; simply standing there, she radiated strong allure.

After your gaze lingered for three seconds, you finally lowered your head and glanced at the bedding nearby, saying to Wei Yingyue, "Where’s my room? I’ll go tidy it up first."

"You can take the downstairs room with the bathroom; it’s more convenient that way. There are only three rooms upstairs, Yanan visits sometimes and stays with me, while the other room is just right for Little Xiao Yue."

You nodded slightly, lowered your head, and quickly moved your bedding into your room.

The first time seeing you expressing such an expression, Wei Yingyue’s beautiful face blossomed like a stunning flower.

After tidying up your room, you naturally took a shower, changed clothes, and left the room. You found Wei Yingyue and Liang Xinyue sitting together on the soft sofa; Liang Xinyue was holding a picture album, while Wei Yingyue was flipping through a stack of takeout menus.

Seeing you come out, Wei Yingyue deliberately raised her head and asked, "What do you want for dinner?"

You sat beside Liang Xinyue, gently stroking her cute little head, glanced purposely at the kitchen, and asked, "Don’t you usually cook?"

Hearing this, Wei Yingyue displayed a tinge of embarrassment, "I usually eat work meals at the company and rarely cook."

Since you were already moved in, you didn’t play coy or pretend to be reserved; you grabbed the stack of takeout menus from Wei Yingyue’s hand, scanned through them quickly, and couldn’t help but shake your head, "This won’t do; these things aren’t good for the body."

"No worries, they’re from reputable restaurants, many international chains."

Hearing Wei Yingyue’s remark, you couldn’t help but laugh, "Is Western food necessarily good?"

You picked up the French restaurant takeout menu Wei Yingyue had been flipping through and said to her, "Restaurant food is fine to try once in a while, but it should only be occasional. If you eat any restaurant three times in a row, you’ll find even the little noodle shop’s vegetable and egg noodles are tastier."