TRANSMIGRATED TO THE 80S TO BECOME STEPMOTHERS FOR FIVE HIGHER-UPS

Chapter 183: Because You Hold My Hand, You Must Be Responsible

Shao Qiyang was suddenly gripped by anxiety. Should he push his plan? Yeah, he should. Shao Qiyang made up his mind and quickly walked out.

There is no time like the present. Why not just do it today and hit it when the iron is still hot?

Since Ji Buwang was making a cake, he had to show his sincerity. Maybe he could make food for her. Shao Qiyang bought some food and rushed home. Before Mu Jingzhe returned, he made dinner.

It was rare for Shao Qiyang to be so assertive, but he had no idea that while he was cooking, Ji Buwang had already met Mu Jingzhe.

The children and Shao Qiyang were busy buying gifts for Mu Jingzhe's upcoming birthday, and Mu Jingzhe was also busy preparing himself.

In the past, he didn't even know his actual birthday. Not long after his birth, he was left at the entrance of the orphanage. There were no mementos or anything like that, not even a record mentioning his date of birth. Her biological parents left no trace, minimizing the chances of her searching for them when she was an adult.

According to the director, he should not have been one month old at the time, but he was also unable to deduce his actual birthday. In the end, she decided that the day she entered the orphanage was her birthday.

However, it was only the date on his identity card. It's not really his birthday.

After becoming Mu Jingzhe, she finally truly had a birthday. It's a lie to say that he's not looking forward to it. However, Mu Jingzhe also thought of Li Zhaodi.

It is said that a child's birthday is also a day of mother's suffering. Back then, Li Zhaodi had given birth to her after a day of pain.

Mu Jingzhe was born prematurely. That's not the due date yet. Back then, Li Zhaodi secretly ate some walnuts to give the child more nutrients in her stomach. In the end, she was chased by Old Madam Mu and fell, resulting in her preterm labor.

At that time, the woman who gave birth did not go to the hospital. They only give birth at home. Whether they live or die depends on their fate.

Li Zhaodi had given birth prematurely due to external forces, and this was her first pregnancy. It was very difficult for her to give birth. The invited midwives even asked if they wanted to protect the mother or child. In his confusion, Li Zhaodi said to protect the child.

Fortunately, heaven has eyes. Mu Jingzhe had been born successfully, and Li Zhaodi had managed to survive.

When he heard this, Mu Jingzhe's heart ached for Li Zhaodi. He felt that, instead of celebrating his birthday, it was Li Zhaodi who deserved the blessing and gratitude of the day.

Mu Jingzhe had already decided that he would buy Li Zhaodi a gift and make it the most delicious food. However, he also wanted to pay her before her birthday arrived.

Therefore, before his birthday, he left early to help Li Zhaodi and Mu Teng with their shop. After the peak period of the morning, he took Li Zhaodi shopping.

Li Zhaodi actually also likes to look beautiful, but she continues to feel embarrassed because she feels old. However, he would glance at the curly haired woman again.

Hair coloring had not gained popularity at the time, but curling was a trend. It could be considered popular across the country. Many people in the county town had curled their hair. As long as their hair is permed, they are considered fashionable. Although there were some styles that Mu Jingzhe disliked, some of those hairstyles were indeed beautiful and retro.

She invited Li Zhaodi to curl her hair. Afraid that Li Zhaodi would consider it a waste of money, Mu Jingzhe paid in advance. “I already paid in advance, and there is no way to get back that money. Mom, just trim your hair.”

Although Li Zhaodi muttered that she was embarrassed, her body—which turned out to be more honest than her mouth—moved and sat down. During the process of curling her hair, she showed off to the barber how devoted Mu Jingzhe was. Seeing the barber's helpless gaze, Mu Jingzhe covered his face and apologized.

When she came out of the hair salon, Li Zhaodi was a curly haired fashionable woman, and the first person in the village to have such a hairstyle.

Li Zhaodi, whose head was raised, was extremely happy. As she passed through the display window, she admired her glamorous reflection. Then, he even bought a matching scarf. Full of confidence, he was eager to return to the village.

Although he claimed that he was afraid that it was already dark when he returned, he actually rushed back to show off.

Amused, Mu Jingzhe said they should return after getting a quick bite but ended up meeting Ji Buwang.

When Ji Buwang saw that Li Zhaodi had curled her hair, he immediately praised her sweetly, saying that she was beautiful, young, and fashionable. Li Zhaodi was above the moon.

Li Zhaodi was so praised that she was not even in a hurry to return. He even discussed curly hair with Ji Buwang. Ji Buwang said that he was born with it, but this did not stop them from discussing the topic enthusiastically.

Later, for some reason, the two talked about whether people with curly hair were best suited to wearing sunglasses. Ji Buwang then offers to buy Li Zhaodi sunglasses.

They found a shop selling sunglasses, and Li Zhaodi tried pair after pair before finally deciding on a pair.

After Li Zhaodi put on her sunglasses, her disposition completely changed—she now looked like a female bandit who could kidnap someone to make her husband a prisoner. Ji Buwang was like a good civilian whom he had snatched away.

In particular, the more Li Zhaodi looked at Ji Buwang, the more she liked him and was satisfied with him. When she held his hand, they more resembled the female bandit and her captive husband.

When Li Zhaodi waved her hand for Mu Jingzhe to leave, Mu Jingzhe quickly put away this strange thought.

Li Zhaodi was very happy after putting on her sunglasses. The only problem was that he was not used to them. He can't even walk well with them. In places without sun, he kept saying that he could not see, so Mu Jingzhe held his hand.

"Mom, don't wear sunglasses if you can't see."

"No, I can see." Li Zhaodi could not bear to remove it.

Due to this delay, they did not have time to eat. Ji Buwang said that he would buy food on the way home. There are a lot of people who buy food. As they lined up, Mu Jingzhe felt someone hit his arm. Thinking that it was Li Zhaodi, he did not turn around and usually held her hand.

In the end, he felt that something was amiss once he held onto his hand. Although Li Zhaodi was a woman, she worked all year. His hands were very rough and hard, so why was this hand so soft…

Mu Jingzhe turned around and saw Ji Buwang staring at him innocently. “Where is my mother?”

Mu Jingzhe quickly let go of his hand, but Ji Buwang refused to let go and instead grabbed it and pointed to the side.

There is a public bathroom not far away. Li Zhaodi went to the bathroom.

Mu Jingzhe understood. He looked at their hands and, seeing that there was someone beside them, quickly whispered, "Let go now."

He did not think much about kissing on the streets in the modern world, but perhaps because he was used to being conservative in this day and age, this action made his heart tremble.

Mu Jingzhe exerted strength, and this time, he quickly let go.

A trace of regret flashed in Ji Buwang's eyes, but he smiled and whispered, "Jingzhe, you just held my hand."

"I thought it belonged to my mother."

“However, you hold my hand. And more importantly, you take the initiative. No girl has ever held my hand in my entire life, so you have to take responsibility.”

Ji Buwang made it sound as if Mu Jingzhe had forced himself on her and stolen her innocence. Mu Jingzhe looked around and quickly pulled her.

"Don't talk nonsense." He had just let his thoughts go wild about Ji Buwang being Li Zhaodi's captive husband. Now that he had said this, it sounded like a mother and son bandit bullying him.

“I'm not saying nonsense. Or are you trying to evade responsibility after holding my hand?” Ji Buwang looked at Mu Jingzhe innocently.

“I admit that I do hold your hand, but..” Who will be responsible just by holding hands? This was not ancient times, and he was a man!

“Good if you admit it.” Ji Buwang's eyes sparkled, and he did not listen to what he said next.