Chapter 188 - 107: Jiang Wanyi’s Age Anxiety

Chapter 188: Chapter 107: Jiang Wanyi’s Age Anxiety

"Alright, I’ll listen to you."

After looking everything over, they came out, and Jiang Wanyi called the elevator again.

"I’m off."

"Go on."

Chen Yuan stepped into the elevator, the two of them now on opposite sides of the door.

Jiang Wanyi smiled and waved, watching the elevator doors slowly close.

’Why does this feel like a wife seeing her husband off to work?’

After Chen Yuan left, Jiang Wanyi returned home.

She had planned to do the dishes first, but once she got back, she no longer felt like it.

Returning to the bedroom, she sat at her vanity and looked at herself in the mirror.

’My skin... it’s still holding up okay, right?’

She leaned closer to the mirror, studying her reflection for a long moment.

There were no wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, nor any blemishes on her face. The only drawback was her slightly messy hair, which looked rather unkempt.

She quickly stripped off her pajamas, leaving only her underwear on, and examined herself in the mirror again.

She patted her little paunch.

Despite being a little soft, Jiang Wanyi felt she had kept her figure in pretty good shape. Her chest might have sagged a bit, but her butt was still quite perky.

’I don’t look that old, do I...?’

The Jiang Wanyi of the past had never cared about such things.

After having Mili, she felt her life had been passed on, and her anxiety about aging all but disappeared. She could even accept the reality of getting older with grace.

But now, that mindset was quietly changing.

’This style... I don’t think it works anymore. It’s too frumpy.’

Looking at the panties she was wearing, Jiang Wanyi couldn’t help but critique herself.

She used to buy lacy underwear, but ever since having her child, she’d prioritized comfort above all else, only buying a matching set once in a blue moon.

’If I keep this up, I’ll really turn into a frumpy mom...’

’There’s nothing to be done about my bras; I need them for nursing. But as for my panties, I can definitely change up the style.’

Subconsciously, Jiang Wanyi’s mind flashed back to when Chen Yuan had snuck a peek at her panties; he had seemed very interested in the little bow.

’Hmm?’

’What on earth am I thinking?’

’Even if I buy lacy styles, it’s to make myself feel a bit more feminine! It has nothing to do with him!’

’I can’t let myself go like this anymore. And my face—I need to buy some good cosmetics.’

...

After leaving Jiang Wanyi’s home, Chen Yuan went to meet up with Song Jianye.

As for the box of fruit, he finished it off on the way.

Uncle Zhang would have prepared things like that for Song Jianye, so there was no need to save any for her.

When he arrived at the hotel, everything they had ordered had been delivered.

There were six large boxes in total, more than Chen Yuan had expected.

Song Jianye wore a pair of loose blue jeans and white sneakers—a popular, trendy outfit.

Uncle Zhang was also at her side, giving her some pointers on running a market stall.

When she saw Chen Yuan arrive, Song Jianye shot to her feet.

"Chen Yuan, you’re here!"

Chen Yuan nodded and looked at Uncle Zhang.

"Uncle Zhang, thanks for your help today."

"It’s no trouble. Getting out and experiencing life is a good thing."

Uncle Zhang looked at the boxes on the floor. "Should we load up the car and go now, or wait a bit?"

"Let’s go now, let’s go now!" Song Jianye was eager to get started. "If we’re late, we’ll never sell all this."

"Let’s go."

There was a lot of merchandise and they still needed room for passengers, so Uncle Zhang arranged for a second car to take them all to Qingyue City.

This was the place Chen Yuan had found. He had been there before with Jiang Wanyi. There was a large plaza out front that was very lively, and the foot traffic on weekends was heavy, making it perfect for setting up a stall.

After they arrived, Uncle Zhang glanced outside.

There were indeed many people setting up stalls, and most of them were young people like themselves. There were even some livestreaming themselves singing. Just sitting in the car, you could feel the youthful atmosphere.

"This place probably doesn’t allow setting up stalls just anywhere, right?" Uncle Zhang asked.

Chen Yuan pointed to the basketball court outside.

"That area is a designated paid spot. It’s 100 yuan a day, so we won’t have to worry if the city inspectors show up. The spots by the road depend on luck—if the inspectors come, you have to pack up and run. I’ll go pay the stall fee in a bit so we can set up shop in peace."

The 100-yuan stall fee had to come out of their net profit. Based on his mission’s parameters, that was equivalent to a 10,000-yuan loss.

If they chose a free spot, they’d have to rely on luck.

As long as they ran away before being caught by the city inspectors, there would be no problem, but with Song Jianye in tow, this was clearly not a wise move.

If they got caught, they would be fined 200 yuan, so it was better to just pay the stall fee.

After thinking it over, Chen Yuan still felt it was better to be safe.

"Fine. You’re just here for the experience anyway. No need to pinch pennies over trivial amounts."

Uncle Zhang was protective of Song Jianye. Running a stall was one thing, but he didn’t want her getting chased around by city inspectors.

He didn’t want Song Jianye to endure that kind of hardship.

"Do you need me to stay and help?"

"You don’t have to stay with us. The two of us will be fine here," Chen Yuan said with a smile.

"Alright then," Uncle Zhang said. "I’ll find a place to wait nearby. Call me a little before you’re sold out."

"Or you can tell me where to pay the stall fee, and I’ll go pay it."

"No!" Song Jianye said suddenly.

Chen Yuan and Uncle Zhang both looked at her.

"Why not?"

"We’re here to make money. If we pay the stall fee, we’ll earn 100 yuan less."

"But this way we don’t have to worry about being caught by the city inspectors," Chen Yuan said.

"I’ll keep a lookout for you. If they show up, we’ll just pack up early."

"What about all our merchandise? How are we supposed to leave?"

"We’ll just hop in the car and take off. Weren’t you great at your Subject Three road test?"

Chen Yuan: ???

"It doesn’t matter how well I did. My license hasn’t been issued yet, so I can’t drive."

"What are the odds? You really think we’re going to run into traffic cops?"