Chapter 34: The Handsome Young Immortal
Gu Chiyan quickly arrived at the train station. Just as he was about to enter the ticket office, he stopped in his tracks.
He had always acted strictly according to plan, yet here he was, changing his train ticket—a sign that things were slipping out of his control.
It felt like he’d been possessed. The only thought in his mind was: if I stay, maybe I’ll see that girl named Su He again.
They had only met twice. She didn’t even know he existed. His behavior now felt downright ridiculous.
After a moment, he stepped up to the window. “Comrade, I’d like to change my ticket.”
If his heart was restless, it was better to face it head-on and get to know her properly.
Maybe once he truly understood her, this inexplicable agitation would settle down—and she’d no longer have any hold over him.
*
Su He, entirely unaware she had become someone’s personal obsession, had gone to the textile factory to find Engineer He.
Engineer He was surprised to see her work permit and gave her some praise.
“Engineer He, I’m here today representing the commune to discuss a potential partnership. Could you help introduce me to someone in charge?”
When it came to technical matters, it was best left to professionals. Su He just wanted He Gong to make an introduction.
He Gong agreed without hesitation.
He wasn’t foolish. He knew Su He’s care for Grandma and Grandpa He came with an agenda.
But so far, Su He had handled things with tact—and had even done him a big favor before. So, he didn’t find her off-putting.
As long as she didn’t cross the line, he was willing to lend her a hand.
He Gong introduced Su He to Director Gao of the textile factory’s Supply and Sales Department.
Director Gao, out of respect for He Gong, treated Su He politely. After some small talk, Su He got to the point:
“Director Gao, the Machinery Factory is looking to buy a batch of Dragon Boat Festival gifts, and I thought of the surplus fabric scraps from our textile factory…”
Director Gao’s face stiffened.
This little girl wasn’t seriously suggesting using fabric scraps as holiday gifts, was she?
Sure, fabric was precious in these times, but scraps as gifts? That would be downright humiliating.
The Machinery Factory had always considered itself top dog in the county—this kind of cheap stunt was beneath them.
Still, he didn’t interrupt her out of politeness.
Su He continued, “Fabric scraps might seem cheap, but once they’re made into seat cushions, they look quite high-end. I’ve brought two samples with me.”
She pulled two finished cushions from her net bag.
Director Gao’s eyes lit up instantly. “These were made from fabric scraps?”
Su He nodded. “I have other designs, too—take a look.”
Though the designs weren’t colored in, the patterns were clearly creative.
But Director Gao quickly calmed down. “Xiao Su, while these cushions are nice and a clever use of scraps, they’re too labor-intensive.
We’re short-staffed as it is—we can’t delay our production just for a few cushions. So we can’t take this order.”
Su He smiled, “Director Gao, how about this—what if we pass the production task to our Huaihua Commune?
You provide the materials, and we’ll have our commune members sew the cushions.
The textile factory would only need to pay a small labor fee.”
Director Gao, being in sales, was much sharper than He Gong or Qian Huifang. As soon as he heard this, he immediately grasped all the angles.
He thought it over and realized it was all upside—no downside. Plus, it would boost his department’s performance. Why not?
He smiled. “Xiao Su, you’re quite the quick thinker. But about that labor fee—how should we price it? If it’s too expensive, it won’t be worth it.”
After a round of bargaining, they settled on eight cents per cushion.
“Xiao Su, let’s go with that. But one thing—you have to guarantee the cushion quality. If it’s no good, I won’t accept them.”
Su He nodded. “Of course! Since everything is good on your end, I’ll notify the Machinery Factory and have them draw up an agreement.”
Though Director Gao didn’t think a contract was necessary, seeing Su He’s serious expression, he nodded in agreement.
Su He also asked him to help her get a visitor’s pass to save time on future visits.
*
With the pass in hand, Su He rushed to the Machinery Factory to find Qian Huifang.
Qian Huifang had been pacing anxiously. When she saw Su He arrive, she immediately asked, “Well? Is everything set with the textile factory?”
Su He nodded and showed her the cushion samples.
Qian Huifang’s eyes sparkled. She hadn’t expected scrap fabric to make such beautiful cushions!
She immediately took the samples to report to her supervisors.
She returned soon after, beaming with delight.
“Xiao He, the leaders have approved it! When can your commune leaders come to sign the agreement?”
“I’ll head back to the commune tomorrow. We’ll bring the officials here the day after.”
*
After leaving the Machinery Factory, Su He returned to the textile factory’s residential compound.
She helped clean up for Grandma and Grandpa He and made dinner before heading home.
Just as she entered the courtyard, the door to the east next door creaked open—and a young man stepped out.
Su He’s eyes lit up.
Where did this handsome immortal-like guy come from?!
Although Gu Chiyan had been at the fire rescue, Su He had been too busy “acting” then, and later he’d melted into the crowd. So she hadn’t really noticed him.
Su He had always scoffed at authors describing male leads with “chiselled features as if carved by blades and axes.”
She’d thought, What is this? A bowl of knife-shaved noodles?
But now? That exact phrase popped into her head.
Now she understood why authors used that line—because normal people were made by Nüwa flinging mud. But this guy? Nüwa must’ve carved him out bit by bit with a blade!
Sharp jawline, striking features, even his hair grew in the exact style she liked.
And as for his physique—no need to elaborate. He was at least 6’1″, tall and lean, exuding an almost ethereal aura.
There’s a saying: There’s no such thing as love at first sight—just lust at first glance.
And that was exactly Su He’s situation now.
The moment she saw his face, her heart stirred.
A shy girl might be too embarrassed to act on her feelings—but not Su He, a social butterfly through and through.
Embarrassment wasn’t in her vocabulary.
Standing over the courtyard wall, she greeted him with ease:
“Hi! I’m Su He. I’m good friends with Grandpa Ge—we’re kindred spirits despite the age gap. He must’ve mentioned me to you?”
Inside the house, Grandpa Ge: …
Kindred spirits?! Since when?! Such a thick-skinned girl!
