Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 35.2
After lunch, he was planning to take him to the airport.
Better to go early, they could wait around a bit once they were there.
But Fu Hanzhou clearly didn’t want to leave that soon. He asked Su Yunjing, “You still have to deliver those eggs to Jiang Chuning, right? We can go together. After that, we’ll head to the airport.”
It was still early, so Su Yunjing agreed.
The wholesale market didn’t close on weekends, and Jiang Chuning was home alone again today.
When Su Yunjing came by, Jiang Chuning thought it was for homework.
That is, until he saw the boy standing behind him.
Jiang Chunian was stunned at first, and after recognizing who he was, he felt a little disappointed.
Standing outside the door, Su Yunjing said, “My grandma gave me some free-range eggs. She said they’re very nutritious.”
Jiang Chuning quickly opened the door to let them in.
But Su Yunjing declined. “We’re not staying long. I’m taking him to the airport soon.”
The moment he heard Fu Hanzhou was leaving, Jiang Chuning visibly brightened.
Ever since that boy showed up, Su Yunjing hadn’t stayed behind to do homework with him.
A small smile was just beginning to surface when Fu Hanzhou’s gaze swept over.
It was cool, indifferent but still managed to send a chill through Jiang Chuning.
As they walked back from Jiang Chuning’s place, they passed the fruit stall again.
The same woman started yelling insults again—thinly veiled, sharp and vicious.
Su Yunjing had a good temper, but that didn’t mean he had no temper.
“Let’s go to the airport,” Fu Hanzhou said calmly.
Su Yunjing swallowed his anger and focused on getting Fu Hanzhou to the airport on time.
Once they arrived, they got the boarding pass and walked to the security checkpoint together.
“You should take a phone,” Su Yunjing said, handing him the one he’d bought earlier. “It’ll be easier to stay in touch.”
It was a Nokia. Fu Hanzhou looked at it for a moment, then took it without resistance.
Su Yunjing gave his final reminder, “Be careful on the way. Call me when you get home.”
Fu Hanzhou nodded. “Mm.”
Watching Fu Hanzhou enter the security line, Su Yunjing finally turned to leave.
He hailed a cab and left the airport.
But not long after he left, Fu Hanzhou walked right back out through the exit, boarding pass still in hand.
….
Ten minutes later, the airport broadcast echoed across the terminal.
“Passenger Fu Hanzhou for flight RT5632 to Beijing, please proceed immediately to Gate 16. Your flight is departing soon.”
“This is the final boarding call for passenger Fu Hanzhou.”
The announcement repeated three times.
But when flight RT5632 took off, there was still one empty seat and one missing passenger.
…..
At Xinyong Community, one of the oldest neighborhoods in Henglin…
The area was rundown, the stores were all decades old, and the curtains were faded and tattered.
There was only one fruit stall near the entrance, but it barely sold anything fresh. Only the local old ladies shopped there for the cheap prices.
A middle-aged woman, plump and loud, was yelling at two officials in black uniforms.
“You got no right to take my scale!”
“We received a report that you’re shortchanging customers. We need to inspect your scale. If we confirm it, that’s a 200-yuan fine and compensation to the buyer.”
The man who’d filed the complaint adjusted his glasses.
“She said five yuan for three jin. I bought ten yuan worth, when I got home and weighed it, it wasn’t even three jin.”
“Bullcrap!” the woman shouted.
“I said five yuan for two jin!”
The woman snatched the fruit from his hand and put it on the scale.
If it was two pounds for five yuan, the weight would be just right, not an ounce short.
The man didn’t panic. He took out his phone and played a video.
He had secretly recorded the whole transaction. In the footage, she clearly said five for three jin.
She was obviously a repeat offender—scamming buyers by claiming different weights and prices.
And unless you had proof, she’d just deny everything.
Caught red-handed, she tried to twist the story. “He probably stole a few apples and came back to frame me!”
The man was ready for this.
“I counted—twelve small apples total. I’ve got it on tape. Not missing a single one. She shorted me, plain and simple.”
With solid evidence, the commerce officials confiscated her scale and handed down the 200 yuan fine.
Hearing that she had to pay, the woman went nuts, flailing and cursing at them.
But these guys were used to dealing with troublemakers.
One of them called their office and got a truck to come take all her fruit.
She screamed and wailed, throwing a full-on tantrum as a crowd gathered.
But the officials didn’t flinch.
“Be at the Commerce Bureau by tomorrow afternoon to pay your fine. If you don’t, that 200 yuan will become a lot more.”
Then they left without another word.
Across the street, under the shadow of a tree, a tall teenager stood quietly.
He wore a crisp white tracksuit and a baseball cap, its brim pulled low.
The brim of the cap was pulled down low, revealing only the tip of his nose and a pair of brightly colored thin lips.
The boy looked at this farce indifferently, his pointed eyes like the sting of a wasp, sharp and aggressive.
This was just the beginning.
As long as she continued working that fruit stall, the “gifts” Fu Hanzhou sent her would only get bigger.
With one last look at the howling woman, his gaze shifted.
Passing through the wall of the community, his eyes at a third-floor apartment window.
His expression darkened.
Author’s Note:
Jiang Chuning: He’s not staying to do homework with me again…
Jiang Chuning: Yay! That pretty guy’s finally leaving. Wen Ci and I can do homework again.
Fu Hanzhou: Tch. A little homework nerd, that’s all.
Jiang Chuning: “…”