Chapter 872: Xiao Chong Extra Story 4
Over the years, Xiao Chong has earned what could possibly be a fortune just by selling his paintings and calligraphy.
Although Xiao Chong is still underage, the Xiao Family couple had already opened a bank account for him from the first gift they gave him when he joined their household, allowing him to manage his own savings.
The money that the child earns, they would never take.
The couple actually doesn’t quite know how much their son is worth, but they think it can’t be a small amount,
as his guardians, they’ve signed several auction contracts on his behalf.
A year ago, Xiao Chong even used the money from selling his paintings to buy a luxurious Chinese-style villa by Sun Lake for his grandparents, who lived in an old neighborhood near the Drum Tower in the city.
The Xiao Family haven’t even raised him to adulthood yet, but they’re already enjoying his filial piety.
The small villa near the school was also bought entirely by Xiao Chong without a word.
Such a large amount of money would be quite difficult for the couple to fork out all at once. But young Xiao Chong bought it without batting an eye.
While Xiao Chong’s family was happily enjoying a late-night snack, chatting idly, the small villa next door remained cold and quiet.
Lin Wanwan’s grandfather had the night shift today, leaving the large house with only her inside.
Instead of wasting time cooking a late-night snack, Lin Wanwan headed straight upstairs to shower and brush her teeth as soon as she got home.
Her room was on the northwest corner of the second floor, with a 1.2-meter small bed arranged from north to south. The bed was fitted with a lazy mosquito net resembling a Mongolian yurt.
To the right front of the bed was her writing desk, leaning against the southern wall. The western wall had a large window, almost a floor-to-ceiling one, providing good lighting for the room.
Outside the room was a shared bathroom, and to the south was a 16-17 square meter large terrace. Because the house was spacious enough, this terrace wasn’t enclosed.
Originally, the west side room would be stuffier due to sun exposure, but there were only two villas in this row; Lin Wanwan’s grandfather’s was the eastern suite, while the other was the western one.
With the two buildings only about three meters apart, the western sun’s light on Lin Wanwan’s western window was partially blocked by the eastern window of the neighboring house, making it not overly stuffy.
After washing up and changing into her short-sleeved summer sports school uniform pajamas, Lin Wanwan appeared at her writing desk by the west window.
She turned on the desk lamp and planned to study a bit more—tonight’s night study was all class meetings, and she had no time for proper self-study.
Across the opposing villa’s eastern window, a desk lamp also turned on at this time.
Since the neighboring villa had been vacant for years, Lin Wanwan was long used to treating the opposite as air, so she didn’t notice any movements from the other side.
Lin Wanwan’s room didn’t have curtains—in fact, besides the decorative lace curtains in the first-floor living room, no other rooms had them, not even the bathroom, which had cheap anti-peep film stuck on the glass.
The elderly couple hadn’t thought about curtains when they renovated. The old folks, rising at sunrise and resting at sunset, didn’t need curtains to block out the light; they were used to it.
Growing up this way, Lin Wanwan was also accustomed to it, mostly because the villa her western window faced was perpetually vacant, not affecting her side.
But soon, Lin Wanwan felt something was different from usual.
The sound of movement from across the way reached her, making her turn her head to look out the window, just in time to see Xiao Chong in his home clothes moving books around as if tidying up the room under the opposite window.
Lin Wanwan was slightly taken aback, not expecting Xiao Chong’s room to be right across from hers.
Xiao Chong seemed to sense her gaze then, turning his head to look over and giving Lin Wanwan a slight smile.
Lin Wanwan felt her cheeks flush, embarrassed at being caught peeking. She quickly turned her head back, pulling her chair forward a bit to avoid the window.
After a while, Lin Wanwan couldn’t resist moving her chair back to look out the west window again. Xiao Chong was still busy, with some white cotton-linen curtains fluttering out of his open window, bringing along a slight breeze.
For the first time, Lin Wanwan felt she should have a curtain, or else it was too awkward, as the opposite side could directly see half of her bed.
After sitting rigidly for a while, trying hard to ignore the situation across, Lin Wanwan focused on her exercises, thinking she must go buy a curtain this weekend.
Once immersed in her world of exercises, Lin Wanwan quickly cast aside distractions, no longer influenced by the person across the way.
She worked until eleven, then set her pen down, glanced at the small alarm clock on her desk, then looked over at the still-lit opposite side. After packing up her books and stationery, she turned off her lamp and dove into bed to sleep.
