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Chapter 116 Annoying Dream

The little girl in the white dress, pure as snow, walked out of the cake shop, while a dirty little boy stood behind the streetlight, his eyes shifty as he stared at her.

The little girl was so beautiful and graceful, with large, gentle, and bright eyes as if she were a fairy from a myth, or a princess from a fairy tale.

A maid dressed in a suit and shiny shoes followed her, and the little boy dared not approach, merely staring at her dumbfounded.

Even as a child like him, he knew who could be approached and who could not. She was the princess, and he was no prince that could draw near her.

He was just a lowly beggar, who even in a fairy-tale world wouldn't have a place for someone like him.

The little princess was eating a donut, then, as if she had done something naughty, she hid it behind her back, looked around, and then saw the little boy staring at her.

"Little beggar, do you want to eat this?"

She walked over, tilting her head and smiling as she offered him the half-eaten donut in her hand.

The little boy's face flushed red, and under the bloom-like smile of the other, he slowly reached out his hand.

"No, I don't want it!"

Shen Mochen suddenly opened his eyes, his cheeks slightly warm.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, breathing lightly, and turned to check the time before getting up.

"Why have I suddenly dreamt about this..."

In the bathroom, Shen Mochen frantically grabbed his hair, having not dreamt of this incident for a long time.

But so-called shameful histories, no matter how long it had been, just the thought could make one feel unbearably ashamed.

Even though he could no longer recall her face.

He only remembered she was very beautiful, even more so than the prettiest girl. She had a gentle and calming smile, star-like eyes, and her white dress was spotless, just like the clouds in the sky.

"Huff..." Shen Mochen shook his head vigorously, not wanting to recall it any further.

Actually, there was a follow-up to this incident. That scene, by chance, was witnessed by Yin Caiyu and Yin Huailian, but they didn't make a fuss. At the time, while still attending community elementary school, they collected plastic bottles for a week after school and finally bought him a small slice of cake on Shen Mochen's birthday.

From that point on, he would receive a cake from the Yin Family sisters on his birthday every year.

They never told Shen Mochen that they had seen him take someone else's leftover cake. To them, it was nothing noteworthy, as the three of them often

Just like Shen Mochen had told Cai Yuncui before, he really liked the sensation of hair hitting his face. There's a sense of security and a sense of presence.

To be honest, Cai Yuncui's electric scooter was very average, even among electric scooters, it was quite a cheap model, appearing to be nothing more than a means of getting around.

Thinking about it, her everyday life was also quite modest. She barely wore any branded clothes, and aside from buying groceries and cooking for Shen Mochen, her spending in all aspects was below that of an average household; she never wasted money.

Logically speaking, Graduates of Buque were "high-threshold talents", and even in a top-tier city like Yu Huai that ranked nationally, there would be at most twenty to thirty awoken individuals each year. Deadly work with few if any substitutes, the salary couldn't be low.

Cai Yuncui, conscientiously working over five years, should have an income of several millions at the very least. With that money, as long as she didn't think of buying a high-end residence in a central area, she wouldn't have to worry about food and drink for a lifetime. Not to mention, the salary First Middle School offered wasn't lower than what she earned in Buque... Sometimes Shen Mochen really couldn't understand why she lived so simply.

Shen Mochen thought to himself, he always assumed he and Yin Caiyu were poor, didn't have the destiny for wealth, but ever since meeting Cai Yuncui, he deeply realised what it meant to remain poor even after coming into money. Was she scared of spending all the money?

But just as Shen Mochen's mind wandered, he didn't notice a black sedan slowly stopping in front of the school entrance.

By the time he snapped back to attention, it was too late to turn. He inwardly cursed, instinctively gripped the brake tight, but due to inertia, still heard a "bang" as he hit the rear end of someone else's car.