Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time-Chapter 82 Duel

Every "thank you" was polite yet distant.

There were no tears, no entanglements, just calm and self-containment—exactly what he had hoped to see.

After some thought, Jiang Kechu took an envelope from his pocket, the envelope was bulging.

"Here is some condolence money donated by the military, a total of five thousand yuan. Take it."

Her father, Wan Shiguo, had passed away eight years ago. It was comforting yet puzzling for Wan Chu’er that the military still remembered him.

Eight years isn’t long, yet isn’t short, either.

Eight years was enough to replace soldiers four times over. And considering Jiang Kechu’s age, how close could he have been to Wan Shiguo?

Or rather, what was the nature of their relationship that made Jiang Kechu consistently look after Wan Shiguo’s wife and daughter?

Wan Chu’er eyed the envelope in front of her but did not reach out. A thought flashed through her mind, and she eventually spoke up: "May I ask a question?"

"Go ahead," Jiang Kechu replied calmly.

"Do you treat all the families of martyrs this well? Visiting the families every now and then, and even making donations." freewёbnoνel.com

The last time Jiang Kechu came to visit them, it seemed he also handed Bai Zhixi an envelope, which likely also contained money.

Jiang Kechu did not expect Wan Chu’er to ask this question. He was stunned for a moment, then dropped his gaze and spoke formally:

"Your father was a national hero who sacrificed himself for his country. The military will never forget him."

Such unquestionable words might fool an ignorant girl, but doubts began to rise in Wan Chu’er’s mind—Jiang Kechu was not telling the truth.

In her past life, she inadvertently discovered that when Jiang Kechu wanted to dodge the truth about something, he would subconsciously lower his gaze.

It wasn’t until later, when she pointed it out in exasperation, that Jiang Kechu immediately corrected this habit, but he hadn’t changed yet.

Wan Chu’er spoke earnestly, "Could you tell me again how my father died?"

Jiang Kechu was slightly on guard internally, but his exterior remained unfazed as he calmly said, "Yes, your father was unfortunately killed by a bullet while carrying out a mission. Due to confidentiality, I cannot divulge the details of the mission."

Old fox!

Wan Chu’er cursed Jiang Kechu in her heart. He said nothing of substance; getting anything out of Jiang Kechu was nearly impossible, and deep down, she didn’t hope to learn anything.

Jiang Kechu pushed the envelope toward Wan Chu’er again. This time, without saying anything further, she accepted it naturally and repeated, "Thank you."

The condolence had been given, everything that needed to be offered had been offered; it was time to leave, wasn’t it?

Wan Chu’er looked toward the gate of the courtyard, indicating it was time to see the guest out.

Jiang Kechu’s brows furrowed slightly. He thought for a moment, then said, "If you have any problems in the future, you can contact me. My phone number is on the envelope."

Just like in her previous life, the same exact words.

In her last life, Wan Chu’er maliciously demanded marriage. This time, she merely responded faintly with a "Thank you."

Jiang Kechu nodded, seeing there was nothing more to say, he said, "Then I’ll take my leave."

"Goodbye."

Wan Chu’er quickly said goodbye, looking eager to see him leave, which made Jiang Kechu feel a bit uncomfortable. However, he couldn’t find any fault with it and could only stride towards the courtyard gate.

Before Jiang Kechu could reach out, the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Chuchu, are you at home?"

Aunt Ma’s voice came from outside, and next to her stood an ordinary middle-aged couple.

The three of them were taken aback when they saw Jiang Kechu at the door, in his military uniform. Aunt Ma quickly regained her composure and asked hesitantly, "Is this Wan Chu’er’s house?"

Wan Chu’er, who had already heard the voices, hurried over, "Auntie, I’m here, please come in."

Aunt Ma brought the people in, "These are the buyers interested in your family’s house. They happened to be free today, so I brought them over in a hurry." While she spoke, her eyes kept glancing at Jiang Kechu.

Wan Shiguo was known to everyone as a martyr. Aunt Ma, seeing the military uniform, was reminded of Wan Shiguo. Is it someone from the military coming to see Chuchu again? The young man looked so spirited that she couldn’t help but ponder which family’s daughter would be a good match for him.

Aunt Ma was a well-known matchmaker, fond of playing the role of Yue Lao, arranging marriages. So every time she saw a good-looking young man or woman, she couldn’t help but succumb to her professional habits.

Hearing Aunt Ma’s words, Jiang Kechu instantly understood the situation. He stopped in his tracks, deciding to stay aside and watch.

Being unaware was one thing, but now that he’d come across this, he had to stay to keep watch.

Selling a house was a big deal. Wan Chu’er, an eighteen-year-old girl, could easily be taken advantage of.

Wan Chu’er didn’t bother about Jiang Kechu’s decision to stay or leave, and quickly greeted Aunt Ma and the couple.

The couple had already seen the house next door and liked it very much. Knowing that Wan Chu’er had just lost her mother and become an orphan, they didn’t take advantage of the situation to lower the price. Also, with Jiang Kechu, a military man with a strong presence, watching, and Aunt Ma mediating...

The house price was quickly settled for eighty thousand yuan, with the transaction to take place in three days.

Seeing Aunt Ma was about to leave, Wan Chu’er called out, "Auntie, wait a moment."

She ran back to the steps, picked up the bag of fruit that Jiang Kechu had just brought, and gave it directly to Aunt Ma.

Aunt Ma declined but then happily accepted the fruit. She glanced at Jiang Kechu, shivering involuntarily, and quickly took her leave. Why did she feel the soldier suddenly became so unnerving?

Jiang Kechu saw that Wan Chu’er did not hesitate at all to give away the fruit he had brought, and he felt a slight heaviness in his heart.

Wan Chu’er wanted to draw a clear line between them!

That was Jiang Kechu’s feeling, his eyes dimmed slightly as he pondered the reason behind Wan Chu’er’s actions.

Suddenly, Wan Chu’er felt an aura pressuring her, and looking up at Jiang Kechu, she saw his face was gloomy. She knew very well that Jiang Kechu was unhappy with her actions.

But the fruit was given to her, so it belonged to her. How she dealt with her possessions shouldn’t have to be on his terms, right?

Wan Chu’er really wanted to roll her eyes at him, but her rationality told her she shouldn’t be so capricious.

So she squeezed out an apologetic smile, "Uncle Jiang, I’m sorry, I gave away your fruit. You don’t mind, do you?"

Jiang Kechu paused, conveniently ignoring the ’Uncle Jiang,’ then nodded and said in a detached tone, "I’m leaving now."

It seemed his worries were unnecessary. Even though she had lost her mother, Wan Chu’er was in good spirits. She had just negotiated the house price with the buyers, speaking clearly and logically, and she even knew how to use the gifts he brought to curry favor. She was as normal as could be.

In their past life, this meeting made them husband and wife.

This time, Wan Chu’er kept her distance deliberately, and Jiang Kechu’s regard for Wan Chu’er also had an added trace of contempt.