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Video: Short Moral Stories for Kids – Part 1

Fun and Entertaining Short Moral Stories for Your Children

Tips on Making Storytime Interesting for Your Kids

Last Updated on January 3, 2020

There was a time when storybooks were the only means of entertainment for children. A decade or two ago, kids spent their time reading stories and role playing their favourite characters from the stories. However, times have changed now – in the age of the internet, kids spend most of their time playing games on smartphones or watching cartoons or videos on YouTube.

But if you want your kids to take a break from screens and experience your childhood, you can read short stories to them. By narrating stories to your kids, you will impart wisdom to them and also spend much-needed quality time with them. We have a collection of some popular short stories with moral values that you can read to your kids.

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Also Read: Short Stories of Mahabharata for Kids with Moral Lessons

Video: Short Moral Stories for Kids – Part 1

Fun and Entertaining Short Moral Stories for Your Children

If you want to imbibe good habits in your kids from early on and watch them grow up to become good individuals, read moral stories to them. Here are 20 children's stories with moral values that you can read to your kids!

1. The Lion and the Mouse

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A lion was once sleeping in the jungle when a mouse started running up and down his body just for fun. This disturbed the lion's sleep, and he woke up quite angry. He was about to eat the mouse when the mouse desperately requested the lion to set him free. "I promise you, I will be of great help to you someday if you save me." The lion laughed at the mouse's confidence and let him go.

One day, a few hunters came into the forest and took the lion with them. They tied him up against a tree. The lion was struggling to get out and started to whimper. Soon, the mouse walked past and noticed the lion in trouble. Quickly, he ran and gnawed on the ropes to set the lion free. Both of them sped off into the jungle.

Moral of the Story

A small act of kindness can go a long way.

Also Read: Childhood Stories of Lord Krishna for Kids

2. Count Wisely

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One day, king Akbar asked a question in his court that left everyone in the courtroom puzzled. As they all tried to figure out the answer, Birbal walked in and asked what the matter was. They repeated the question to him.

The question was, "How many crows are there in the city?"

Birbal immediately smiled and went up to Akbar. He announced the answer; he said there were twenty-one thousand, five hundred and twenty-three crows in the city. When asked how he knew the answer, Birbal replied, "Ask your men to count the number of crows. If there are more, then the relatives of the crows must be visiting them from nearby cities. If there are fewer, then the crows from our city must be visiting their relatives who live outside the city." Pleased with the answer, Akbar presented Birbal with a ruby and pearl chain.

Moral of the Story

Having an explanation for your answer is just as important as having an answer.

Also Read: Fascinating Ramayana Stories for Children

3. The Boy Who Cried Wolf

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In a village, lived a carefree boy with his father. The boy's father told him that he was old enough to watch over the sheep while they graze in the fields. Every day, he had to take the sheep to the grassy fields and watch them as they graze. However, the boy was unhappy and didn't want to take the sheep to the fields. He wanted to run and play, not watch the boring sheep graze in the field. So, he decided to have some fun. He cried, "Wolf! Wolf!" until the entire village came running with stones to chase away the wolf before it could eat any of the sheep. When the villagers saw that there was no wolf, they left muttering under their breath about how the boy had wasted their time. The next day, the boy cried once more, "Wolf! Wolf!" and, again, the villagers rushed there to chase the wolf away.

The boy laughed at the fright he had caused. This time, the villagers left angrily. The third day, as the boy went up the small hill, he suddenly saw a wolf attacking his sheep. He cried as hard as he could, "Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!", but not a single villager came to help him. The villagers thought that he was trying to fool them again and did not come to rescue him or his sheep. The little boy lost many sheep that day, all because of his foolishness.

Moral of the Story

It is difficult to trust people who lie, so it's important to always be truthful.

4. The Fox and the Stork

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One day, a selfish fox invited a stork for dinner. Stork was very happy with the invitation – she reached the fox's home on time and knocked at the door with her long beak. The fox took her to the dinner table and served some soup in shallow bowls for both of them. As the bowl was too shallow for the stork, she couldn't have soup at all. But, the fox licked up his soup quickly.

The stork was angry and upset, but she didn't show her anger and behaved politely. To teach a lesson to the fox, she then invited him for dinner the next day. She too served soup, but this time the soup was served in two tall narrow vases. The stork devoured the soup from her vase, but the fox couldn't drink any of it because of his narrow neck. The fox realised his mistake and went home famished.

Moral of the Story

A selfish act backfires sooner or later!

Also Read: Indian Mythological Stories for Kids

5. The Golden Touch

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Once there lived a greedy man in a small town. He was very rich, and he loved gold and all things fancy. But he loved his daughter more than anything. One day, he chanced upon a fairy. The fairy's hair was caught in a few tree branches. He helped her out, but as his greediness took over, he realised that he had an opportunity to become richer by asking for a wish in return (by helping her out). The fairy granted him a wish. He said, "All that I touch should turn to gold." And his wish was granted by the grateful fairy.

The greedy man rushed home to tell his wife and daughter about his wish, all the while touching stones and pebbles and watching them convert into gold. Once he got home, his daughter rushed to greet him. As soon as he bent down to scoop her up in his arms, she turned into a gold statue. He was devastated and started crying and trying to bring his daughter back to life. He realised his folly and spent the rest of his days searching for the fairy to take away his wish.

Moral of the Story

Greed will always lead to downfall.

6. The Milkmaid and Her Pail

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Patty, a milkmaid milked her cow and had two full pails of fresh, creamy milk. She put both pails of milk on a stick and set off to the market to sell the milk. As she took steps towards the market, her thoughts took steps towards wealth. On her way, she kept thinking about the money she would make from selling the milk. Then she thought about what she would do with that money.

She was talking to herself and said, "Once I get the money, I'll buy a chicken. The chicken will lay eggs and I will get more chickens. They'll all lay eggs, and I will sell them for more money. Then, I'll buy the house on the hill and everyone will envy me." She was very happy that soon she would be very rich. With these happy thoughts, she marched ahead. But suddenly, she tripped and fell. Both the pails of the milk fell and all her dreams were shattered. The milk spilt onto the ground, and all Patty could do was cry. "No more dream," she cried foolishly!

Moral of the Story

Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.

Also Read: Popular Fairy Tale Stories for Kids

7. When Adversity Knocks

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This is a story that explains how adversity is met differently by different people. There was a girl named Asha who lived with her mother and father in a village. One day, her father assigned her a simple task. He took three vessels filled with boiling water. He placed an egg in one vessel, a potato in the second vessel, and some tea leaves in the third vessel. He asked Asha to keep an eye on the vessels for about ten to fifteen minutes while the three ingredients in three separate vessels boiled. After the said time, he asked Asha to peel the potato and egg, and strain the tea leaves. Asha was left puzzled – she understood her father was trying to explain her something, but she didn't know what it was.

Her father explained, "All three items were put in the same circumstances. See how they've responded differently." He said that the potato turned soft, the egg turned hard, and the tea leaves changed the colour and taste of the water. He further said, "We are all like one of these items. When adversity calls, we respond exactly the way they do. Now, are you a potato, an egg, or tea leaves?"

Moral of the Story

We can choose how to respond to a difficult situation.

8. The Proud Rose

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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful rose plant in a garden. One rose flower on the plant was proud of its beauty. However, it was disappointed that it was growing next to an ugly cactus. Every day, the rose would insult the cactus about its looks, but the cactus stayed quiet. All the other plants in the garden tried to stop the rose from bullying the cactus, but the rose was too swayed by its own beauty to listen to anyone.

One summer, a well in the garden dried up and there was no water for the plants. The rose slowly began to wilt. The rose saw a sparrow dip its beak into the cactus for some water. The rose then felt ashamed for having made fun of the cactus all this time. But because it was in need of water, it went to ask the cactus if it could have some water. The kind cactus agreed, and they both got through summer as friends.

Moral of the Story

Never judge someone by the way they look.

Also Read: Bible Stories for Children

9. The Tale of the Pencil

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A boy named Raj was upset because he had done poorly in his English test. He was sitting in his room when his grandmother came and comforted him. His grandmother sat beside him and gave him a pencil. Raj looked at his grandma puzzled, and said he didn't deserve a pencil after his performance in the test.

His grandma explained, "You can learn many things from this pencil because it is just like you. It experiences a painful sharpening, just the way you have experienced the pain of not doing well on your test. However, it will help you be a better student. Just as all the good that comes from the pencil is from within itself, you will also find the strength to overcome this hurdle. And finally, just as this pencil will make its mark on any surface, you too shall leave your mark on anything you choose to." Raj was immediately consoled and promised himself that he would do better.

Moral of the Story

We all have the strength to be who we wish to be.

10. The Crystal Ball

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Nasir, a small boy, found a crystal ball behind the banyan tree of his garden. The tree told him that it would grant him a wish. He was very happy and he thought hard, but unfortunately, he could not come up with anything he wanted. So, he kept the crystal ball in his bag and waited until he could decide on his wish.

Days went by without him making a wish but his best friend saw him looking at the crystal ball. He stole it from Nasir and showed it to everyone in the village. They all asked for palaces and riches and lots of gold, but could not make more than one wish. In the end, everyone was angry because no one could have everything they wanted. They became very unhappy and decided to ask Nasir for help. Nasir wished that everything would go back to how it was once – before the villagers had tried to satisfy their greed. The palaces and gold vanished and the villagers once again became happy and content.

Moral of the Story

Money and wealth do not always bring happiness.

11. A Bundle of Sticks

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Once upon a time, three neighbours living in a village were having trouble with their crops. Each of the neighbours had one field, but the crops on their fields were infested with pests and were wilting. Every day, they would come up with different ideas to help their crops. The first one tried using a scarecrow in his field, the second used pesticides, and the third built a fence on his field, all to no avail.

One day, the village head came by and called the three farmers. He gave them each a stick and asked them to break it. The farmers could break them easily. He then gave them a bundle of three sticks, and again, asked them to break it. This time, the farmers struggled to break the sticks. The village head said, "Together, you are stronger and work better than you do it alone." The farmers understood what the village head was saying. They pooled in their resources and got rid of the pests from their fields.

Moral of the Story

There is strength in unity.

These Great Stories Are not written by me I just happened to remember them from childhood so I think why not post them.
 
English is not my mother language so sorry for mistakes

Short Inspirational stories are powerful reads;

The great thing about them is that they’re so easy to digest, and there’s always a moral at the end of the story.

Whether they’re true stories or not is another thing, as many of them are legends supposedly hundreds of years old.

However, the stories that I’m talking about are so powerful and inspirational that many of them really do get you thinking and even leave you speechless at times.

A slouched figure was walking on the road from the school to the chief's house, not looking at where he was going. It was a short walk, being most of the public structures in the village were located at the hilltop, as well as the chief's house.

As you expected, the pig got out of the pen again and saw the boy. However, noticing that he was not exuding the usual aura, the pig stopped beside the boy and nudged it's nose at his leg.

"I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood to play." After leading the pig back to the pen and locking the gate, he continued walking to the house.

When he was at the door, he heard voices inside so his mother was talking to someone and won't be able to comfort him. 

"Nnn... Ahh..."

"Just... -ast... I got... early... Mmnn.."

"Ok... *giggle* ...-icklish..."

He wasn't able to hear most of the conversation but there were rustling sounds inside, followed by his mother, kind of, arguing with someone.

When the door slowly opened, the light from outside illuminated the two figures intertwined near the doorway. Noticing that there was an additional person in the room, they jumped apart looking a little disheveled. Well, Mahina's clothes were slightly skewed with her hair tie undone but Bobo was still presentable.

"Ling!"

Looking at the his father first, then his mother, Ling frowned then stretched his arms and ran with his short legs to hug his mother. He was only able to hug one of her legs, reaching as far as the middle of her thigh. He then looked up, face scrunched up with slightly wet eyes, "Mother, the others played a prank on me again."

Mahina patted her son's back to comfort him as they listened to his complaints while turning to smile apologetically at her sighing husband. It was a good thing Ling did not enter at a later time, though it was not considered good by the chief.

Resigning to his fate today, Bobo crouched down to talk to his son, "Then why don't we go to the river now to play. There was a pool the other hunters found that was not affected by the strong current. Your sisters haven't gone there yet."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Ling became excited that he extended his arms to his father, wanting to be carried as it will take longer even if he ran using his short legs.

"Let's go!"

Mahina laughed at this change, "Ok, wait here first and I'll get a few things you need and some snacks."

"Faster, mother!" The boy was now fidgeting while sitting on top of his father's shoulder.

"But the pool was still near the strong current so you have to always watch where you step." Bobo reminded his son while they were waiting for his wife.

The kid nodded with a serious face so his dad wouldn't take back this outing. He kept thinking that once he told his adventure to his sisters, they will be so jealous. It didn't come to their minds, that will Ling's luck, it will really be an unforgettable adventure.

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The part of the river where most of the people go to passes through the side of the village from the forest until it reaches the outer boundary of the village. The pool Bobo mentioned was in the forest near where the kids often played. They were never allowed to go near the river as the current in the deeper parts was too strong even for adults. Some of the stronger men still go to the river to fish but mostly at the area near the end of the village since the current there slows down.a little. 

For the village's water supply, a pump was usually used to get the water, like for irrigation. Meanwhile, a well was installed in the village center for the daily use of the villagers, though some use buckets to fetch water if it was only for washing clothes in the river.

The path in the forest near the play area of the children was easy to walk through. However, to get to the said pool, Bobo has to carry Ling on his back so his hands were free to hold onto the rocks and trees as they climbed up a little.

When the father and son reached the pool, a few children were already playing while some were running to the pool, supervised by their parents. On the side of the river, the pool was enclosed by big rocks which prevented the strong current from affecting it.

"Down, now!" Ling didn't want to be left behind by the others or he wouldn't have a place in the pool once a few still came.

After a few minutes the pair have been there, some other kids came to swim too, making the pool crowded. Ling was still playing with the other kids while the parents were talking together near a natural cave where they left their clothes and food, so it would not get wet or taken by wild animals.

However, the older kids who came in late were pushing the others so they can swim freely. They also started to use the big rocks as jumping points for diving. Since Ling was near the rocks, he can see the older kids having fun with his eyes sparkling, despite the numerous water splashes on his face because of the force of their fall.

Not only our boy, this also influenced the little kids and they climbed up the rocks. With nobody looking, Ling joined them thinking of the stories he will tell tonight to his sisters. Smiling widely now with stars in his eyes, he climbed after one of the kids. 

As he was climbing, one kid lost balance and pushed the one nearest to him to steady himself. This kid sighed to himself but then he heard a splash near him. Our boy, Ling, who was beside him, was now taken by the strong current downstream.

This novel will be REWRITTEN!
Thanks for reading!

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The world previously ravaged by conflicts was now peaceful. However, it was nature's will that would cause more deaths for a small village in a remote island.

Will the birth of a blessed son change their fate? Let's follow Ling in his adventures together with his family, friends and dragon, Maga.

Previously on Writer's Chatgroup…

LickMyShoes: What you write impacts the reader and it is an author's responsibility to know what kind of message their novel is giving out to others.

Sleepis4theWeak: True. But, it is the reader's own decision to be influenced or not. Either way, both have responsibilities and own mind.

Murakami Takai: Our brains seek out the "lesson" that is told through story. And if that "lesson" is saying, "**** is good and normal and you should do it," then go figure.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: That's like saying it's a child's own decision to do drugs when their parents are both drug addicts.

CoolGuySan: People are influenced by things we have no control over.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: It's not just ****, but pedophilia as well.

CoolGuySan: Like reaaally shitty.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: If a pedophile is exposed to a culture where pedophilia and **** are normalized, a bunch of unfortunate kids are going to be needing therapy pretty soon.

Sleepis4theWeak: It is a shitty thing done by shitty people.

CoolGuySan: Also I know for a fact that younger audiences read here.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: Younger audiences are curious as well. You think an r-18 tag is gonna stop them? Of course not.

[A/N: It's true. If there are young authors, there are also young readers. The youngest author I know in the discord chatroom is around 13-14 years old.]

Sleepis4theWeak: Tagging of r18 doesn't help.

TrueDawn: Man r-18 content on WN should be removed.

Elyon saw the name and he knew that the time has come. Mod 'TrueDawn' has finally stepped in.

Murakami Takai: Oh boy.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: If you use "f*ck" more than once it's automatically rated R.

SpicyGinger: Author responsibility? Srsly? Then what about those famous stories where the protagonist commits suicide and it ends with that? Is it promoting suicide? Is the author wrong?

Mr.DropDeadSexy: By most country guidelines 'Glorifying' suicide is a huge problem.

TrueDawn: *sigh* Guys. 

Mr.DropDeadSexy: When 13 Reasons came out, there was huge outrage.

Truedawn: Just stop this discussion.

SpicyGinger: That's just a wrong pov…

Mr.DropDeadSexy: Many psychologists said it was incredibly problematic and never should've been released.

Truedawn: I don't want this to become an argument between which one is better. I do agree that glorifying things that shouldn't be glorified is wrong. Like suicide, ****, pedophilia and so on.

SpicyGinger: In a story for kids... sure there is responsibility... but for an adults work... the writer can depict whatever he wants.

Truedawn: Plus authors should really think of what they're giving to readers. r-13, r-16, r-18 it doesn't stop young people from reading it at all even adults get affected.

CoolGuySan: Honestly they're just bigger kids with bigger problems.

SpicyGinger: @CoolGuySan But they are adults. They can make their own decisions.

CoolGuySan: Adults don't always make the right decisions.

Zenith: Neither sides are totally innocent or totally guilty. 

WWfire: Can we stop? This is why censorship is a debate. *facepalm emoticon*

Zenith: It's a choice from either sides.

Truedawn: People have their own beliefs and it's not our fault if they believe in that or not. Mr.DropDeadSexy, SpicyGinger, stop. Let's just all calm down. 

Elyon sighed as he read the comments. Truedawn has drawn the line and it means that the discussion has come to an end. The authors also want to change the subject. CoolGuySan decided to initiate the change and threw some random topic to start a new discussion. 

CoolGuySan: U've all seen endgame?

Truedawn: Nope.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: Endgame was trash the end.

CoolGuySan: What? Y? *cry emoticon*

Zenith: Lel. I liked it.

Truedawn: I heard Antman entered Thanos' ass was that true?

[A/N: That would really be interesting if it happened.]

Mr.DropDeadSexy: It would've been better if he did.

Truedawn: aww anyways for Ironman.

Zenith: It was more like a tribute to fans than an actual movie.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: The amount of plotholes in endgame — some writers in this discord could've done a better job.

CoolGuySan: Anyway u guys read any good novels lately?

Elyon: Yes, mine. Shamelessly promote own novel lmao.

Zenith: @CoolGuySan Yeah. I was reading my novel. I usually don't say the truth so loud.

CoolGuySan: My short attention span is my biggest problem honestly.

WWFire: Me, a student trying to save money, didn't watch, Black Panther and Endgame *derp emoticon*

Truedawn: Me, no money, can't watch hence.

Elyon: Why would you watch black panther when you have pink panther?

The discord chatroom resumed their happy go lucky ways and another episode has ended…or was it?

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A few days passed since that heated debate on the Writer's Discord Chatroom. Elyon was curious and asked the other authors who were not present during that debate the question "What is a Story?" The answers he got were quite tame, compared to the ones he had back then.

Elyon: What is a story to you as an author? *points imaginary microphone to a baby dragon*

Zehel2218: For me as a reader, novel is everything that makes me want to live on.

Cultivator_Requiem: But a story can be a ship to another world! Or a message from the past! Or a stupid creation of a 11-year-old edgy kid!

Longsun Fullmetal: There are many different forms of a story. All of them with a different purpose and goal. Some of them merely seek to entertain, others wish to send a message. 

Some are about inspiring while others seek to cause specific emotions of the readers, Many stories were made by people who are disappointed with the "real world", reflecting what's happening around them inside their story, maybe wishing to escape it or suggesting a solution to the world's problems. The list is endless.

There are so many different types of stories we could keep this up all day honestly. But I think we can agree on one thing. A story is either enjoyable or not.

[A/N: Oooof! I had to dig for your "epic comment" Longsun.]

Elyon: Too hardcore.

Zehel2218: @Longsun Fullmetal Nice one.

Sleepteddy: I need to improve my English, for the sake of my reader's health.

Adorable miaomiao11: Me too.

Murakami Takai: me 3.

Zehel2218: me 4.

[A/N: me 5. ]

Mishak: Stories are escape from reality.

Cultivator_Requiem: But there is one thing that is not part of a good story, FILLERS.

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Author's Thoughts

When I decided to start writing Writer's Chatgroup, this particular episode on the discord chat made a deep impression on me. If I remember correctly, It was just a week after I joined the server.

Everyone is entitled to their opinion. It is their right, their choice and something that they need to decide on their own. Most of the time, arguments and debates are often caused by conflicting opinions. 

Even outside the boundaries of the discord chatroom, these conflicts happen. One good example of this is voting for politicians (President, Senators, etc.) You'd be surprised that sometimes your friends, family, relatives, classmates, acquaintances, co-workers (name it you have it!) will not always agree with you on your choice of candidates.

There are times when you get "heated discussion and debates" on why this particular politician is good, why he/she is bad, so on and so forth~

So why am I telling you this stuff? Mmm, it's because I don't want the authors of the discord chatroom to kil- *cough* I don't want the readers to judge their favorite authors for voicing their opinions and beliefs. 

We as authors write our stories so we can pass a message to you, so we can entertain you, so we can give you something to do when you're bored and have free time to spare. 

In turn, we get happy if people read our stories. Just like what the author PoeticPenguin shared in a comment in one of the chapters of Writer's Chatgroup.

"I can't make someone laugh so I have defaulted to make my readers interested. Also, I wholeheartedly agree with you. A comment is basically 300 dollars plus bragging rights. Wait no, more than that. It's also a glimpse of heaven on earth."

~PoeticPenguin

So my beloved readers, please give us that $300 plus bragging rights. It helps pay the bills and make both of us happy. It's a Win-Win for everybody!

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How can those Domineering CEO's that you love to read even compare to the manliness of our drop dead gorgeous authors who cries like little babies when they are stressed out and can't write anything due to Writer's Block!? Cultivation Chat Group can't even compare! 

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P.S The Cover Drawing is not mine. I just find it nice so I used it. Full credits go to the owner.

Living alone in Upstate New York for the past two years, that is prior to my time travel, has greatly helped with my survival abilities. I know summer can not stay forever. Leaves will turn and fall and winter will come. And I really don't want to migrate to anywhere and then come back like the birds. I'm here to stay. For Aylen and Oota I'm their man, the pillar of their lives. Their blinding faith in me is enough motivation for me to get up in the morning and getting closer each day to live the life as an Algonquian Indian, not. 
To satisfy Aylen's forever curiosity, I have to tell her and Oota stories each night. It was first just Aylen and Oota. Soon other kids joined then their parents. Pretty soon I have the whole clan sitting around me and the bonfire listening to me telling stories of the world and their world as I know.
I tell them stories about the continents and the oceans surrounding them, about the geography of North America, about Asians arriving here across the Bering Sea and about the more than 500 tribes living on it. 
Has the Aztec Empire already fallen to the Spanish conquest? I still would not know. Let's leave it out.
"Yao, how would you know about these?" Aylen asked, about the stories I have told. "The Great Kun picked me up and I rode with him and saw it myself. The Great Kun has also told me many of the stories. " I can't say I have traveled back in time but want to put the question to rest once for all.  This is as closest as I could to convince Aylen of where I came from. I did not want to freak her out by telling her I came from the 21st Century. And believe me, it wasn't too far fetched. 

The Ojibwe or Chippewa legend has it that two sisters once wished upon the starts and ended up in heaven. Through an old lady's help in finding a tunnel they were able to come down on a rope they made. Upon landing and being stuck in an eagle's nest they called out for help and promised to marry anyone who could save them. An wolverine rescued them and they became his young wives. When the two sisters eventually decided to leave him because of his ugly looks they sought help from the trees. The legend goes that every time the wolverine howls the wind would cause the trees to whistle back to hide the sisters' whereabouts. 

Without a saw or knife or anything metal, the quickest way I could think of in setting up a winter shelter was building a mud hut, the most primitive dwelling I could think of and build. As the thick and squarely mud blocks lay drying under the Sun, my fellow citizens looked on with ever increasing awe and respect. Through trial and error the bricks also came out ok from the mud kiln I built. They would serve nicely as the brick floor for me. I wasn't about to have arthritis when I got older. I figured the average life span then should be no more than 35 years of age. Anything I could do within my own control would help and improve the situation. 
Our neighboring Iroquois are known as the people of the long house, wood framed and pelt covered, my squarely house looked much more solid and stately. Check out the stove and fire place I built in the middle of the room with an open floor plan. It was standard 6 inch clay chimney and kiln fired. To save time and materials I only built the side walls about 6 feet high, but with the gable roof on top of it, it doesn't feel low at all once one goes inside. For the exterior wall, I had it plastered with a thick layer of mud mixed with straw and cow dung, or bison dung I should say. Once tried, I sculptured on the front side a giant Kun and colored it with lime for the body and his eyes dark red with dried animal blood. 

When all finished and done, it looked more and more like a tobacco hut than a house.  I was still impressed. My friends and neighbors looked with envy. My exampled served its purpose. So I spent the next month helping and directing them in building their own mud houses. For a moment I thought I have joined the Peace Corp. But Peace Corp. couldn't get better than this. In half a year's time I have helped everyone transformed out of the Stone Age. As I fine tuned my kiln and adjusted the firing temperature and its duration, I was able to have ceramics produced out of my kilns. As the words got out I was also quickly getting a lots of customers, customers of different tribes coming from farther and farther away. And the quantities they ordered were also getting bigger and bigger. Soon I was having over a 100 people working for me. The trade was still using the barter system then, with winter coming soon, I have already acquired enough food and fur for my workers to survive the winter. It was good there was no minimum wage standard, no employee withholding taxes or 401Ks required of me. They would come later.  I do however have Sunday off for everyone. To be able to feed and house my workers was the single most important objective for me at the moment.

I separated my men from the women with men working at the kilns and women in charge of a communal kitchen I set up and the warehouse of materials we have acquired and accumulating.  To defend possible looting and attacks that might come any moment from other tribes I had to come up with a way quickly to defend us. So I had ceramic arrow heads and short swards fired and produced and armed all my men with them. Twice a week they'd train with me, long distance running for endurance, formation and marching for discipline, archery and stone throwing for attack, and close combat for survival. They were to become my first and alpha company. I wanted to make a flag for my company but we had only stick but no silk. It would have to wait until next year. Training them was essential but still not enough. My men needed indoctrination, an ideal they could work for and even die for. I needed this too. I could teach them to fight for freedom, but they were free to begin with. So I would have to think hard on this. 

Aylen wanted to join the training too I told her no. I wasn't about to let a 15 year old girl to join a bloody fight. But it is time to start a classroom as the saying goes the mind is a terrible thing to waste. So I told Aylen to round up all the kids anywhere between ten to twenty and we were about to starch a school and anyone else who'd be interested would also be welcome. Everything would have to start from scratch. Without any paper the birch bark would have to do. As blackboard and chalk would also take much time to make and of little commercial value I decided to go with a sand box. I could teach them either English or Chinese or both. Chinese derived from pictograph hence close in concept to the Indian symbols and thinking and they appear foreign hence secretive to the Europeans. But I needed to see a society of assimilation and peaceful co-existence. America is a vast land. With only about 50 million people tops, the population size even more that Wyoming, it surely can accommodate people of all races and countries of origin. As the Statute of Liberty would read,  "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" It sounds great plus English is much easier to teach and learn. So I decided to teach my students English. 
The fist class started with more than 60 people. I would teach them about one hour in the morning and one hour after dinner each day. Most of my men also joined in the attendance. Without knowing what year I was in I have to do everything I could to get them ready for the very first "contact." So aside from English, I have also started a class called "ten thousand whys." Starting with teaching them numbers and simple math as I know, I wanted to focus on increasing their knowledge from learning about the basics of the human body, personal hygiene, to the world I know of. To teach them to learn about reasoning and thinking, I would always start the class with a student to volunteer a question why and the class would go from there. 

Winter finally came with the season's first snow fall. The mountains may be blanketed in white, the blood from the coming siege has dyed my compound dark red and became rude awakening for me.

A retired Chinese American lawyer traveled back in time to North America after the fall of the Aztec Empire in the mid 1500s. To defend his newly found and extended family the young Chief Kang embarked on an epic journey to establish an Indian Nation that forever changed history.

Dr. Ethan? 
I followed Layla's line of sight. And sure enough, Ethan Garcia is standing there. When did he come back? How did he know this would happen? Ethan met my eyes for a beat and then looked at Layla.
But I saw happiness in Layla's eyes, so I decided that my personal matters could wait. Layla is our priority right now.
Ethan inched forward, then holding Layla's outstretched hand. I remember, Layla told me that Ethan was the one who entertained her during her sad moments. He was there to talk with her, tell stories and make jokes. He may be her confidante during the time Ethan was working here, a short time that may be.
I watched their interaction, how Ethan, with just his simple smile and jokes would make Layla laugh. It's how Ethan cheers you up and for a while, you'd forget all the sadness and heartaches you experience. And I knew that first hand, because he was like that to me too.
So as not to disturb the two, Mr. Ryan and I walked out of the room. 
Well, I needed that breather too.
"Ms. Cass," Mr. Ryan said, "Thank you for coming here on such short notice."
"Anything for Layla. She was like a sister for me, so I would do anything for her. Being here is the least I can do."
"But it's the best for Layla right now."
I sighed. "Mr. Ryan, I can't believe it's too soon. We just planned to go to beach. And then...."
Mr. Ryan bowed down his head, unable to say anything. Still at a loss too. 
"And the kids, how am I gonna tell them?" I stifled a sob. This is so heartbreaking for them.
Mr. Ryan consoled me for some time. But I feel sad. I don't want to lose people important to me. I don't like to be in this same situation again.
Doctors then came in, grabbing Mr. Ryan's attention. They were telling Mr. Ryan of a new patient. Another one to be in this same fate, probably. Mr. Ryan excused himself, leaving me alone in my thoughts.
I leaned back on the wall, facing Layla's room. My mind's in turmoil, not knowing what to do, what will happen and how I am going to cope with it. 
I sighed and prayed that everything would be okay. 

***
I didn't know I was crying until someone wiped away my tears.
"Ethan," I breathed.
His eyes were red, his face portraying like a father grieving. Layla must have been so important to him.
All of a sudden, he hugged me. I tried to break free but he held me tighter. 
"Cass, please let me hug you. Just a little while. I need you."
He didn't mind leaning his head on my shoulder, even if he's so much taller than me. I know it's uncomfortable for him, he told me once before, but he says it's still worth it because he likes me close. And now.... 
Just then, I felt wetness on my shoulder, his shoulder slightly shaking. He is crying. And I only saw him this sad once. It was when our relationship ended.
Instinctively, I rubbed his back to comfort him. I felt he pulled me tighter to him, as if he will never let me go. I ignored that thought and continued rubbing his back. My tears fell too.
Just this once, let us both share the grief of losing Layla. Just this once, I am willing to lower my defenses for Layla's sake. Just this once, I'm letting him to hug and hold me. 
All too suddenly, Layla's mom went out of the room and called us in. Ethan looked at me then held my hand. I squeezed it, showing support. We went inside the room together.
Before going in, her mom whispered to us, "I fear, she'll be going now. You two are the most important person she wants to see before she goes." A sob. "Including me. And... *sob* and *sob* she wants us to accompany her until.." her words stopped, and Ethan and I both understand what she means.
I hugged her, no words to express our sadness.

***
Inside the room, Layla was breathing unevenly. Her mom sat at her right side caressing her face. Ethan and I sat on her left. I can't bear the gloomy atmosphere so I nudged Ethan to talk about something just like he used to with Layla. 
He complied and immediately stood up, an act of sorts from him, which delighted Layla.
I listened to him tell about a story about a young man courting the girl he likes. Of how he struggled to hear a yes from her father.
And so many comedic stories Ethan could think of.
When Ethan reached the story about the carabao and the cow's exchanging of clothes, I smiled. It was our shared joke before.
I looked at Layla to see her reaction. I saw her smile with tears in her eyes.
I saw her take a deep breath until she breathed no more.

He gave up.. 

We broke up.. 

We moved on and made our lives worthwile.. 

But then he calls.. I answer..  And we shared everything about ourselves. 

I was like his secretary. He was like my secretary. We know everything about each other. 

Are we now back as a couple? Or just that, friends? 

Are we doing this right? Or should I watch out?

Chapter 2 – Hotel Employee (2)
Tim, was about to approached the children when his assistant told him that, Branch Managers are now gathered in the conference room for the short meeting. Tim, glanced at the kids, and told his assistant. Tomas, please bring the kids to the room. Yes boss. With amusement and curiosity, Thomas asked the kids, Are you okay? It seems that you are so behave now, did you made mistake? Did you commit errors? Tell me, before your dad found out. Asked Thomas. The kids just stared at him and told to him, let's go uncle to our room said Jarred. Huh?! Okay, said Thomas. This is the first time that the kids called him uncle.

While waiting for the lift, Justin and Jarred begun to tease Juliana and telling her a crying baby. They started to become naughty again when they run out with a woman. Ouch! What are you doing? Can you behave yourself? You almost ruin my bag. Did you know how much its cost? Said Nicole. I am sorry, said Jarred while on longbow. Did your parents did not teach you good manners? While staring at Thomas, thinking that he is the father of the kids. I am sorry, ma'am. They are just kids and they don't want to ruin your bag. Again, I am sorry. Said Thomas. The woman still cannot get over to what just happened. People like you is not allowed in my hotel. No manners! Said Nicole and left. The kids were stunned and look at each other. Thomas, brought them in their room. 
There an hour left before Alex' shift ends. She continue to make rounds in the area to check if everything is clean and tidy. She saw Nicole walking fast and is upset. She went straight to the office and rant about what happened. She heard what she is saying and she think of the kids she just met. Its just a bag, it can be replaced how can she scolded the children. How immature and childish. Said Alex in her thought. She continued to do her work when Nicole saw her. You! Come here! Shout Nicole. Yes, Ma'am, clean my office. Commanded by Nicole. Yes, Ma'am. I will just get my cleaning materials and will be back. Said Alex.
She asked her boss, Boss Nicole is asking me to clean her office. I am about to finish my shift, I will cost me almost 2 hours to clean knowing her standards. I don't know what type of cleaning she wanted. They said she is so fussy. Said Alex. Her boss, think for a while. Okay, I will asked others to clean it. But you have to swap their job, you their remaining rooms. Okay boss. 

Alex, press the doorbell, and knock, housekeeping, knock, housekeeping. And the door opened. Hi Sir, would you like me to clean your room? Ask Alex. The kids heard the familiar voice. They jump off from the bed and look at the owner of the voice. When Juliana saw Alex, she shouted, Auntie Alex! She smiled and said, Hi Sweetie. Thomas is so startled of just what happened. Can I go in and clean? Asked Alex. Okay, okay while stuttering, said Thomas. When Alex was inside the room, she was shocked. The pillows are everywhere, their clothes are scattered, bathroom was so wet and messy. Seeing the place she stared at the kids. The kids are silent and are waiting for what she will be saying next. With this scene, a lot of thing running in thomas' mind.

What did I told you a while ago? Asked Alex.  Without waiting for the kids' answer. Jarred being the big brother, you should set as a good example to your siblings. Come here, I will teach you how to clean your room. With this, what?! Said Thomas in his thought.
Justin and Swettie, you can pick up all your clothes, separate the clean and the used one. Put the used clothes in one corner and put back the clean clothes in your bag. Jarred, pick up all the pillows and put back to the sofa and in the bed. I will clean the bathroom. Said Alex. After a while, all the kids are watching how she clean the bathroom. Then put the towels and amenities. I will put extra here if you want to take a bath before you go to bed tonight and for tomorrow. Let's go to the bedroom. Said Alex. I will change your bed sheets because it has a lot of food stain. Don't eat in your bed, you eat in the table okay? After she change everything she checked the mini-bar, she saw the milk untouched. Did you not drink milk before bedtime? You can drink this, it will help you become strong and you will sleep well. Here, I will give you each and an extra if you want to drink more. Did you eat your lunch? Why your food here is untouched? The kids stared at each other. Kids, you have to each healthy foods to become healthy and strong, and remember what I told you? The children nodded. Thomas is silent and was just observing. A little smile was on is lips. If my boss knew this, he will be very happy. I think he can have a little rest now.
After she finished to clean the room. With a smile on her face, have to go now. Remember what I told you okay? Said Alex. She look at Thomas and Smile, bye Sir.
Bye Auntie Alex, said the Kids.
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Short Summary
Alexandra Yang was simple but a terrible woman. Timothy Huang was also a terrible man. They fated to meet but will Timothy fall for her when he knew that Alexandra Yang was a more terrible than him? She is a leader of underground organization, a lawyer and a CEO too?

"Okay ... it's time to get you back home," Tommy said after she finished her second beer.

"What? No!!" his friends shouted.

"Oh, come on, Tommy! It's not that late," Charlie whined.

He laughed, "It is for you, Birthday Girl," he stood up, extended his hand to her. "Come on, you're not suppose to be here in the first place, you're putting me on the spot here," he said.

She took his hand and stood up, "Well, okay, fair enough," she agreed. She felt a little light headed but managed to walk straight after she said goodbye to everybody.

"You comin' back here, man?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, I'll be back."

Tommy put his hands on her waist when she wobbled, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "I'm okay, it's the beer, I guess?" and then she laughed out loud. He let's her go as soon as she managed to steady her walk. "I never drank before in my life, I didn't know it had a really funny side effect, I mean ... I knew but I never experienced it before," she seemed to be satisfied with her accomplishment.

"Oh no, I think I've ruined you now," he joked.

"I had a really nice time, Tommy," she said, hoping that he would finally kiss her when they were alone. He smiled and looked away, he helped her mount the bike and drove her home.

Her house was eerily quiet, it was a little over four o'clock in the morning. She held his hand before entering the gate, with another hope to get a kiss from him. He leaned forward to her and kissed the top of her head. "Go on, I'll wait until you get in the house," he still couldn't bring himself to kiss her. "Good night, Tommy," she smiled and went inside.

She tiptoed all the way inside through the back door. She had asked Mrs. Jones to leave the kitchen door unlocked. No one seemed to be awake at that hour, she thought she was home free, not realizing that Landon was watching from the guest room balcony and saw the guy on the motorbike kissed her on the head and left after she went inside.

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"Is she back safe?" Samuel asked when Tommy got back. He nodded, sat on the ground and lit a cigarette.

"You don't smoke around her?"

He shook his head, inhaled his first drag deeply.

"You gave her your necklace," it wasn't a question, more of a confirmation as if Tommy didn't realized what he had done.

"Hmm..." Tommy raised his eyebrows.

"Man, you're in deep shit, aren't you?"

Tommy laughed at the sarcasm, but he couldn't agree more.

"Have you kissed her yet, Tom?" Lana asked him from the comfort of laying her head on Samuel's lap.

"Nope," he let out a long drag.

"Really?? Tom Raven hadn't kiss the girl yet?" Lana laughed at him.

"She's not like any other girl," Tommy said in his defense.

"I bet ... she's pretty cool for a Ludlow," Kelly agreed.

"I think she likes you too," Ryan added while having his arm around Kelly's neck.

"What are you going to do, man?" Samuel asked.

Tommy exhaled his last drag and put down his cigarette. "I'm gonna fix that old man Bob's cabin, you guys wanna help?"

They all went wild, teased him, but cheering at the same time, "When should we begin?" Ryan asked.

"Tomorrow, first thing," he said.

"Well, who would've thunk it? Tom Raven is in love," teased Samuel.

"Shut up," Tommy blushed beneath his poise, "Now hand me over those beers!" he added.

Old man Bob was a guy who lived alone in his cabin by the woods. Nobody really knew about his past other than he was a war veteran and didn't have any family. He lived by himself with his pension money and he welcomed the kids who lived around in the neighborhood to hang at his cabin. They used to come and play at his cabin, listening to stories of his past, brought him food or daily necessities to help him out because his pension money wasn't enough.

The old man taught them many things, survival skills in the wild, in the world, because the world can be cruel to under privileged kids from the slums. He also introduced them to the booze and the cigarettes, they loved old man Bob like a father they never had. Tom was especially close to him after his brother died, and his mom left. The cabin was a refuge for him whenever he got beaten by his father. Bob had to drive Greg away with his shotgun countless times whenever he came by to beat him up some more.

Bob got sick and died when Tom was 17, he left the cabin for him to use. Tom was devastated, he felt like he had lost a real father that he only known for a short time. He hadn't been to the cabin for awhile, it was old and needed a lot of fixing, but most of all, it brought back a lot of memories and a reminder that old man Bob is not there anymore, to guide him and keep him out of trouble.

After Bob died, he had been living nowhere and everywhere, couch surfing at his friend's house or at some random girl's bed. He rarely went back to his pop's, their relationship was unrepairable. When he got delivery orders, he'd go out of town for short period of times. Sleeping with girls had been an escape for him, short satisfying pleasures to compensate for his reckless life.

When Charlie came along, it was a wake up call for Tom. Something had to change, a lot of things had to change. He can no longer keep his way of living if he even dared to think that a girl like Charlie would want to be with a boy like him. Her very existence put him to shame, he didn't even have a place to take her, he needed to have a steady job, he needed a future, something that she deserves.

Two weeks shy of her 17th birthday, Charlene Ludlow accidentally met with the gorgeous blue eyed country boy named Thomas Raven who was going to turn her unadventurous, well planned upper class life, upside down.

Even though her father, who was soon to be Mayor had chosen a suitable future boyfriend for her, she was already fallen head over heels for the boy, who was said to have slept on the beds of half the girls in town.

Tom had never been attached to anything in his life before. When he met Charlene, he felt something that he didn't recognize, he wanted her all to himself, nothing more and nothing less.

Despite how much they wanted to be with each other, they faced many challenges of circumstances, from other people and even between themselves.

How are they going to stay together in the very little time they have before they go on their separate ways for the pursuit of a better future?

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This is a romantic teenage love story, set in a small town called Bluebridge. The story is set in the year of 1996.
The story contain adult subject matter readers discretion is advised.

This story is completed, however it is still in the process of editing. I will be posting three chapters at a time and a sequel is also in the making.

I hope you enjoy my first try on the romance genre, positive feedbacks are welcome, hit the star button and leave your comments when you feel like it. Thank you for reading.

In the early morning of Sunday, there were clear skies, but Yang Chen's original plan to go out, get some sun and take a nap was totally wrecked by the arrival of a sudden pile of documents from Lin Ruoxi.

"Here, finish reading all of these. I've already booked the flight tickets for you and Qianni. Your flight's on Wednesday, and finish negotiations in a week and come back."

Lin Ruoxi, who was only wearing a silken nightgown, pulled out a folder from somewhere and tossed it onto the sofa. Following that, she turned and started to eat the breakfast that Wang Ma had prepared.

Yang Chen could only resentfully turn off the morning news he was watching. Actually, the main reason he was watching was because he found this channel's female anchor quite pretty with a sweet voice, but now that his wife had given the order, along with the fact that he had agreed to take this project yesterday, he could only start reading the documents.

Once he agrees to something, he would do it to the best of his abilities. That was Yang Chen's principle.

He took out three large piles of documents from the folder. The papers were filled with words and diagrams. After a cursory glance, Yang Chen roughly understood what the project for this collaboration was about: research and development of a new kind of eco-friendly material.

Just from a look, it was obvious that this type of material research project had no relevance to a fashion company like Yu Lei International. After all, Yu Lei International's expertise is in selling fashion branded goods, fashion departmental stores, clothes, accessories, exhibitions, advertisements, entertainment media and such. While this type of project was more akin to one for a chemical engineering company or research institute.

Since environmental protection was one of the most important industries of the 21st century, the impact of fashionable accessories on the wearer's body, as well as the protection of the environment had become even more important.

Many developed nations had already begun setting regulations on products that weren't environmentally friendly. Some items that are difficult to be recycled would face serious regulations. On the other hand, items that could guarantee the safety of the user or could even be healthy for the user, could be recycled, and also could be produced at low costs for high profits would be more well received by the consumers of the country.

From the materials, it could be seen that the most basic ones that were in use now were new types of plastic materials and fibers. These materials could be used in the manufacturing of clothes, handphones, electronics and fashionable accessories. These products were going to be competitive premium goods in the fashion industry in the future. There was a lot of value in researching them.

Just imagine, what if your handphone boosted your ear's blood circulation while you were taking a call? How blissful would that be!?

What's the most important thing? It's health!

However, though this idea was good, Yu Lei International was more of a marketer and product designer. When it comes to scientific research, they were only at the beginning stage. Which meant that in order to make rapid progress, the best choice would be to make use of other companies' resources, use collaborations in exchange for their own benefit.

Of course, although Lin Ruoxi and Zeng Xinlin had considered this point, it didn't mean that other companies couldn't find the right way to do so just by thinking of this point. Thus, secrecy was especially important at this point.

Once Yang Chen had a rough understanding, he started to look at the specific development guidelines and the project terms under negotiation next week. Although there were a lot of specialized terms that he didn't understand, there was no problem understanding about eighty percent of them.

Lin Ruoxi sat by the dining table, eating oatmeal in small mouthfuls. As it was Sunday, she was able to take a rare break. She came downstairs in her pajamas and messy hair, with a bare face without any makeup. Her innate coldness and indolence made her originally perfect face seem even more extraordinary.

Seeing Yang Chen carefully looking at the documents with his brows slightly furrowed, the trace of a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of Lin Ruoxi's lips. Although purposely using Yang Chen's disgust towards Zeng Xinlin to force him to participate in the work was a dirty trick, Lin Ruoxi didn't feel like she had done anything wrong. From her view, Yang Chen had a lot of undeveloped potential, but he was just too lazy and had no ambition. If she could somehow motivate him properly, then this cheap husband who didn't have the most noble background could still become a fine man who could make others sit up and take notice.

She herself didn't want to be some talent scout, she only wished that someday, when she walked with him under the public eye, the gaze of others wouldn't be on her for her beauty, she hoped that they would look at Yang Chen for his identity and status. Women always hope for their man to be someone worth respecting and admiring, they would become jealous over their men, but would feel even more proud, even the indifferent Lin Ruoxi was no exception.

Seeing Yang Chen looking through the materials seriously, Lin Ruoxi secretly nodded to herself in satisfaction.

However, at this moment, Yang Chen's handphone rang. He put down the materials and picked up the phone to look- it was Li Jingjing who called.

"Jingjing, what's up?"

"Big Brother Yang, did you forget? You promised that you would accompany me somewhere. It's Sunday today, and the weather's good, I thought that you should be free."

Yang Chen obviously hadn't forgotten, seeing that he had spent just about enough time looking at the documents, he said, "Alright then, where shall I pick you from?"

"At the school then. I just took some stuff out from the school, I'll wait for you at the school gates. See you in a while!" Li Jingjing was obviously in a cheerful mood.

Yang Chen hung up the phone, then called out to Lin Ruoxi who was by the dining table, "I'm going out for a while, leave the documents here for now."

Lin Ruoxi, who had just been thinking that Yang Chen had finally started taking things seriously, felt that the beautiful dream in front of her had just shattered in an instant! She was so angry that she nearly threw the spoon in her hands to the floor. Seeing that Yang Chen had dropped everything and was walking out the door directly, the phrase 'the leopard can't change its spots' came to mind! Of course, if her thoughts were a little more vulgar, it would have been 'dogs can't change their habits of eating… eating… eating that!'

Yang Chen had received quite a good amount of money as salary this month, he had also received the money he extorted from Guo Ziheng, so the money he had on hand was abundant. Despite the insane gas prices, he still filled the BMW's tank with the most expensive gas before setting off to pick Li Jingjing up from Zhonghai's Yizhong.

When Li Jingjing finally appeared in his sight, he saw that she was wearing an aqua blue puffy skirt. Yang Chen was once again bewitched by the girl's youthful and energetic appearance. Ever since she had graduated from university and become a teacher, Li Jingjing had become more and more beautiful. She had not only become smarter at emphasizing her good traits, but she also had an air of self-awareness and confidence.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her collarbones were delicate and pretty. Her head of fine black hair was neatly combed back with her fringe parted to the right. Standing there, she smiled and waved at Yang Chen, drawing the jealous resentment of quite a few male passersby.

The video of the Jiang father and son had finally allowed Li Jingjing to lead a life without troubles. She was finally on the right track for both her career and her life. Since her mood had improved, she would naturally be all smiles.

Yang Chen got off the car. He noticed a large cardboard box placed beside Li Jingjing that was solidly wrapped up, and asked, "What's that on the ground?"

Li Jingjing winked, "Secret!"

Seeing that the girl was in a good mood, Yang Chen couldn't help but hold out his hand to rub her exquisite face, causing a blush on Li Jingjing's pretty face.

"Get in, I will load up the box for you."

Once Li Jingjing had gotten in the car, Yang Chen asked: "Where's this mysterious place you mentioned?"

"Central South Avenue, North Road," After Li Jingjing read out the address, she smiled and asked: "Big Brother Yang, you should be free this afternoon, right?"

"I'm free, what's up?"

"Then that's good, because once we get there, we might only be able to leave at night." Li Jingjing said.

Yang Chen didn't continue asking, after driving for half an hour, he arrived at the location Li Jingjing stated. Looking closely, he was immediately bewildered.

There was a cluster of three or four multi-storey buildings surrounded by dense conifers, filling the area with greenery. A white sign with black words hung at the main gate: "New Hope Orphanage".

Helping Li Jingjing carry her large cardboard box, the two entered the orphanage. Li Jingjing knew that Yang Chen had many doubts, so she slowly explained, "A few days back, I brought the students to the welfare agency around here, and did volunteer work at the nursing home. When we came to this orphanage, I found the children here really cute, but they don't have parents during their childhood, and I found them so pitiful. From then on, I came here a few times alone. However, it was really tiring for me to play with so many children by myself, I also don't have that many friends in Zhonghai. My students are all in their senior year and I don't want to adversely affect their studies, so, I could only think of calling you to come here and play with them, Big Brother Yang."

"To be honest, I don't really like this place," Yang Chen smiled bitterly, "But I can understand your feelings."

Li Jingjing was startled for a moment before she said apologetically: "Sorry Big Brother Yang, I forgot that you were an orphan too…"

"It's fine, I'm already used to it. However, I'm curious as to why you wanted me to go play with them." Yang Chen asked.

Li Jingjing pursed up her lips and smiled, "Actually, I got interested in this because of another lady. The second time I came here, I met a really beautiful older sister, and I think she's probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I heard the President mention that she comes here often to read to the children; riddles or some interesting stories. The children really like her. Moreover, she has already been doing so for many years. I really admire her and I want to do something for the kids, just like she did. I thought of bringing some books over for the children and read some interesting stories for them, just like she was doing. Either that, or we could play some games with them, we don't have to tire ourselves out."

Yang Chen nodded, "So this box is filled with books?"

"Not completely…"

Without waiting for Li Jingjing to finish speaking, a short middle-aged woman wearing a black frock came out from the corridor and walked towards them. With a face full of smiles, she called: "Jingjing, you've come?"

Li Jingjing saw the person walking over, and sweetly greeted, "Yes, President Cha, how can I forget an appointment I made with the kids?" As she said that, she pointed towards Yang Chen who was beside her, "This is Yang Chen, Big Brother Yang, my friend who's here with me today to play with the kids."

President Cha greeted Yang Chen enthusiastically, and teased: "Is he your boyfriend?"

"He's not!" Li Jingjing blushed as she said shyly: "Big Brother Yang's already married, don't speak nonsense, President Cha."

President Cha was rather surprised, but she still expressed an apologetic smile towards Yang Chen. Yang Chen didn't mind this at all, naturally. After all, according to the current norms in Huaxia, it was rare to get married at such a young age.

They followed President Cha on the path to the interior of the courtyard. From what she had said, the children were currently reciting Tang poems, so it was quiet outside.

When they reached a turn in the center of the courtyard, an oil painting hung on the center wall of the courtyard drew Yang Chen's gaze.

Yang Chen felt a nerve in his mind being touched, but he didn't understand why he had such a mysterious feeling, he just stopped and stared at that oil painting hanging over there, entranced.

This story takes place in Modern China. However, no matter how much things change, in the depths of society, a secret world of syndicates and hidden factions exist.

Yang Chen, a graduate from Harvard who is fluent in English, French, Italian, and German to list a few. He is also capable of fighting and a number of practical skills. Yet he chose to go on the streets to sell fried mutton skewers for a living.

Lin Ruoxi is the CEO of a multibillion-dollar company—Yu Lei International. This company is one of the leaders in the cosmetic and fashion industry. Despite being only 20 years old, her ice-cold demeanor and beauty are well-known and unrivaled in Zhonghai City.

Due to a wild night consisting of a lot of liquor, fate has brought them together to become  husband and wife.

And with that, the story begins!

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Original Author:- Cabbage Flatbread

Translated by Suryanshi Biswas

Thank you the author for your great work, and also thank you for allowing me to translate ... I am translating this story so that it can reach more readers .... and those who are questioning my ability, I want them to know that I completed my graduation in Chinese language.

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