Didn't You Say You Were Tired

Approaching seven o'clock, Lin Yu and Xia Muzhu opened the door and returned home.

As they had expected, the moment they walked in, they were treated to a massive eye roll from Xia Yueshan.

You couldn't really blame Xia Yueshan.

It was New Year's Eve, after all.

You two went out to be affectionate, leaving me all alone at home.

Nobody would be happy about that.

But what Xia Yueshan didn't know was.

It wasn't just the two of them...

Fortunately, they didn't come back too late.

Throwing the wrapped dumplings into the pot and serving the pre-prepared dishes, it only took a moment for a hearty New Year's Eve dinner to be ready.

Lin Yu picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth.

Perhaps Xia Muzhu just had this kind of talent.

Everything she made was delicious.

Lin Yu already liked eating dumplings, and he loved the ones Xia Muzhu made even more.

Lin Yu had once tried to secretly learn her trick to making dumplings.

Aside from the well-known tip of stirring the meat filling in only one direction.

Xia Muzhu's biggest secret weapon was actually ginger!

A lethal amount of ginger!

It was truly a strange thing. When Lin Yu ate the dumplings, he never tasted any obvious ginger flavor; he just found them incredibly fresh and savory.

He later discovered that every time Xia Muzhu made dumplings, she would mince the ginger very finely.

Extremely finely.

After cutting the ginger into small pieces and blending them into minced ginger in a food processor.

She would even pour out the minced ginger and meticulously chop it with a kitchen knife for another seven or eight minutes.

Only when the minced ginger was reduced to a fine paste did she consider it done.

A wonderful New Year's Eve dinner came to an end.

After simply clearing the table, the three of them sat on the sofa, watching this year's Spring Festival Gala.

To be honest.

The current Spring Festival Gala had degraded terribly.

He remembered that in the past, Lin Yu's least favorite parts to watch were the singing and dancing, finding them incredibly boring.

And now?

Only the singing and dancing were barely watchable!

Xia Yueshan also felt deeply that the gala was boring.

Two bored people getting together immediately decided to play something else.

After thinking about it, the two eventually decided to pull Xia Muzhu in and play Fight the Landlord.

The punishment for losing was also simple: drawing patterns on the face with an easily washable thick marker.

The game went on until late at night.

Laughter and cheerful voices also sang out into the late night.

By the time the game ended, there was hardly any space left to draw on the three of their faces.

At eleven o'clock at night, after eating the last meal of dumplings, Lin Yu got ready to rest.

But Xia Yueshan was still full of energy, clamoring to continue and fight another three hundred rounds.

Lin Yu yawned, waved his hand, and said:

"I'm tired."

"If you want to play, catch me early tomorrow."

With that, Lin Yu and Xia Muzhu returned to their respective rooms.

Helpless, Xia Yueshan could only call it quits and go back to his room to sleep.

Night.

Woken up by the urge to pee after drinking too many beverages, Xia Yueshan groggily left his room. After finishing his business in the bathroom, he casually grabbed a glass of water to drink.

While passing through the living room on his way back, Xia Yueshan suddenly heard some strange, subtle noises coming from Lin Yu's room.

His light, thick eyebrows furrowed in great dissatisfaction.

Weren't you tired?

Big liar!

...

...

At ten o'clock in the morning, Lin Yu got up to eat.

After a hearty breakfast, Lin Yu prepared to set off.

The few days after the New Year had already been booked in advance by Qing Mo, and now that the time had come, he should go find her.

As for Xia Muzhu, Lin Yu had already talked it over with her last night and had also given her a deep, comforting reassurance.

Naturally, she had no complaints.

As for Xia Yueshan.

Lin Yu believed his sister would find a suitable excuse to keep it from him.

After leaving Xia Muzhu's house, Lin Yu hailed a taxi on the side of the road and arrived at Qing Mo's villa.

Qing Mo was currently sitting on the sofa, her smooth and slender beautiful legs crossed together, quietly looking at the report files on her laptop.

Lin Yu stood to the side, not making a sound to disturb her, but quietly watching her.

To be honest.

Having seen much of Qing Mo's other side.

Lin Yu even found it a bit difficult to connect this serious, aloof, and unapproachable Qing Mo in front of him with the Qing Mo in bed.

This Qing Mo gave off an unusually cold and raw feeling.

Even though she didn't deliberately put on a cold face, she just naturally emitted an unapproachable, aloof aura...

It was like wingless humans gazing at the clouds above their heads.

Inferiority and a clear understanding of oneself acted like the Earth's gravity, firmly pinning down anyone who wanted to get close to her onto the ground.

As for Lin Yu?

This unattainable nature was exactly what he wanted!

Taking a step toward the sofa, Lin Yu sat down next to Qing Mo.

Then, he kicked off his shoes one by one, lifted his legs, and leaned his body back.

He laid down entirely on the sofa, brazenly resting his legs on Qing Mo's soft lap.

"Squeeze."

Lin Yu ordered shamelessly and without any politeness.

Qing Mo glanced sideways at Lin Yu, her icy eyes seeming to hide a faint surge of hot magma beneath them.

She obeyed Lin Yu's command, immediately putting down the work at hand.

Her two slender, jade-like hands, which could easily belong to a hand model, began to massage Lin Yu's calves, even thoughtfully helping him roll up...

his pant legs.

"When are we setting off?"

Lin Yu asked lazily while enjoying Qing Mo's massage service.

"No rush, I've prepared a few suits for you."

"We'll leave after you try them on."

"Then let's hurry up and try them."

Lin Yu sat up from the sofa and said:

"The sooner we go, the sooner we come back."

Qing Mo nodded, got up, and led Lin Yu to the walk-in closet she had prepared long ago.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Lin Yu froze, and three question marks immediately popped up over his head.

Just how many did you prepare?

Did you move an entire men's clothing mall over here?

Looking at the vast sea of clothes in front of him, Lin Yu, after a brief moment of surprise, got used to Qing Mo's inhuman level of wealth.

After a long process of picking and trying on, Qing Mo selected three styles of suits that suited Lin Yu best.

Just when Lin Yu thought everything was over and he could rest for a bit, he saw Qing Mo make a phone call. Soon after, a group of women in their thirties filed in through the door.

"Miss, Sir."

The group of women dressed as servants greeted Lin Yu and Qing Mo one after another.

Lin Yu actually had some impression of these few people.

Previously, when he accompanied Qing Mo to a banquet, it seemed to be this group of people who had styled him.

So now it is...

Lin Yu turned his head to look at Qing Mo, just in time to catch Qing Mo's affirming gaze.