Chapter 47: It Wasn't Me Who Did It (Extra Chapter! Please Keep Reading)

A penny?
Group-buying?
Zhao Lin was momentarily stunned. It had been many, many years since she last heard such niche terminology.
"You don't need to be so frugal. As long as you aren't extravagant and wasteful, a monthly allowance of ten thousand is more than enough for you. There's no need to live like this."
"Well, being a little frugal never hurts, right?"
Zhao Lin massaged her forehead, feeling a dull ache in her chest.
"That may be true, but if you don't spend money, what's the point of making it?"
"The meaning of life isn't just about spending money."
"What else is there?"
"Getting a driver's license."
Zhao Lin: ???
What on earth are they teaching in universities nowadays?
How did they manage to turn her precious darling into this?
"Second Madam, I was the one who suggested Miss get her driver's license. It'll come in handy in the future," Uncle Zhang said with a smile.
"Hmm."
Getting a driver's license could be considered a serious pursuit and a proper milestone for a university student.
However, Song Jianian's current state of mind worried Zhao Lin a little. She seemed completely different from before, feeling somewhat unfamiliar and distant.
"Come on, accompany me shopping. I'll buy you some clothes."
"Okay, okay."
...
Sipping on a lemonade, Chen Yuan walked toward the underground commercial street of the university town.
Running into Song Jianian's aunt was something he hadn't expected. When they went out to eat earlier, Uncle Zhang had mentioned having matters to attend to, which must have meant picking her up.
It was somewhat awkward, but nothing major.
Still, did everyone in this family suffer from an overwhelming genetic blessing of supreme attractiveness? Even the aunt was this stunning.
In comparison, Uncle Zhang's looks fell a bit short.
Yet, it was rather strange. For so long, it seemed only her relatives ever made an appearance; her parents had never shown up.
Her parents must have been far busier than one could possibly imagine.
At this time of day, the place was at its liveliest, with plenty of young men and women strolling around.
With practiced familiarity, Chen Yuan quickly located the maternity and baby store, situated diagonally opposite the pet café. He already had a general idea of what he needed to buy, and it wouldn't take long.
"Huh?"
Just as he was browsing through the items, Chen Yuan paused in his tracks and caught sight of something unexpected.
Was this kind of item really supposed to be sold here?
From the perspective of postpartum recovery, it certainly belonged here, but the design of this particular item was rather peculiar.
On the shelf sat a fairly exquisitely packaged small box labeled "Pelvic Floor Muscle Rehabilitator," also known as a vaginal dumbbell.
It was also marked with labels like "Natural Silicone," "Long-lasting Battery Life"...
There was another dual-segment model shaped much like a gourd.
No wonder the snake spirit wanted to capture the gourd娃 back then; the fire brother could even provide auto-heating inside it, hehe...
Chen Yuan walked away, refusing to linger in front of that shelf. A pure-hearted college boy still needed to maintain a shred of dignity.
From a practical standpoint, the gadget was somewhat useful, and buying one for Jiang Wanyi would make logical sense, but the shape was far too embarrassing—forget it.
"Huh?"
As Chen Yuan was picking out items, he caught sight of a familiar figure.
She was wearing a creamy-white dress printed with tiny butterflies. The skirt wasn't long, resting just above her knees, leaving her fair, slender legs exposed. She was looking down at a display of diapers, her delicate profile appearing as though it had been carved by a master sculptor.
He had seen her during the student union gathering; she had a wonderful singing voice.
Her name seemed to be Fang Youning.
Beside her was a small stroller carrying a little boy around two years old, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, looking quite handsome.
In her hands, she held two packs of diapers with English writing on them, comparing the two, clearly unable to decide which