What a Bunch of Fools

"I'm not an idiot, you're the idiot, stupid Gu Luo! The smelliest, dumbest idiot!"

"If you're not an idiot, why did it take you so long to put on a dress?"

Evening, living room.

By the balcony.

Gu Luo carefully examined Gu Ximan from head to toe, nodding approvingly. "As they say, fine feathers make fine birds. You look absolutely stunning."

"Hmph! Stupid Gu Luo, you don’t look so bad yourself." Gu Ximan lifted her chin in a haughty reply, though the corners of her lips betrayed her by curling upward.

And so, the two began their mutual admiration session.

At that moment, Gu Ximan was dressed in a magnificent evening gown, its pristine white hue reminiscent of freshly fallen snow. The fitted bodice hugged her slender waist, accentuating her graceful curves. The neckline was designed to perfection, framing her delicate collarbones and fair skin, while the voluminous skirt billowed elegantly, crafted from layers of soft organza and silk.

Her cool tea-brown hair was swept up into an elegant updo, revealing her smooth forehead, with a few loose strands framing her face, highlighting her delicate features and lively eyes.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

It was as if all the beauty in the world had converged upon her.

The most radiant princess could not compare.

Meanwhile, Gu Luo was clad in an impeccably tailored bespoke suit. The classic charcoal-gray ensemble exuded understated luxury, its premium imported wool fabric soft to the touch with a subtle sheen. The shoulders were expertly structured, following the natural lines of his body, lending him an air of effortless confidence.

In short—it looked expensive.

Even before seeing the finished product, Gu Luo had known just by glancing at the half-completed suit that its value far exceeded the so-called "ten grand."

No surprise there—the little devil was, after all, a little heiress.

Of course, the little sun was just as extravagant.

The worth of Gu Ximan’s evening gown easily surpassed that of his custom-tailored suit.

"So handsome! So beautiful!"

"Stand closer! Ximan, wrap your arm around your brother’s."

"Yes, yes! Lean your head against him too!"

Luo Shuling excitedly directed them while snapping photos from every possible angle.

"If it weren’t for Ling-jie’s request, this gorgeous girl would never let you touch her dress," Gu Ximan declared haughtily, though her actions told a different story—she clung tightly to Gu Luo, as if trying to merge into him.

"Hey, hey, easy there—don’t wrinkle my suit," Gu Luo protested, equally protective of his first-ever bespoke suit.

After all, this outfit cost more than a few months' salary.

"Ah, it’s fine, you can always buy another," Luo Shuling interjected breezily before eagerly suggesting, "Ximan, why not stand on your tiptoes and kiss your brother? It’d be so romantic!"

Gu Ximan, who had been about to pinch Gu Luo’s waist, let out a soft snort.

"Since Ling-jie gave me such an expensive dress, of course I have to humor her."

With an exaggerated reluctance, she turned to Gu Luo and huffed,

"Stupid Gu Luo, lower your head. I can’t reach."

"You’re the one taking advantage of me, yet you’re acting all high and mighty?" Gu Luo shot her a sidelong glance but obediently tilted his head down.

"Hmph."

Gu Ximan rose onto her toes and planted a loud "mwah" on his handsome cheek.

"Perfect! Just like that! Do it again!"

Luo Shuling, now fully immersed in her role as photographer, was practically buzzing with excitement.

"Ling-jie, I’m only doing this for your sake."

'Ling-jie, you’re truly my savior!!!!'

And so, Gu Ximan indulged to her heart’s content, kissing him from every conceivable angle.

The thought of what Lu Xuexue had told her—that there was a 90% chance Gu Luo’s crush was none other than herself—sent waves of giddiness through her.

Hmph. So this blockhead wasn’t completely hopeless after all.

He was just too shy to confess, given their lifelong bond.

Of course, she wasn’t any better.

But the realization that this was, in a way, their mutual unspoken affection made her feel utterly enveloped in happiness.

"Big brother looks so dashing in a suit, and Ximan is absolutely radiant in her gown."

Seated on the sofa, Luo Shuning rested her chin in her hands, watching the affectionate siblings with a fond, almost motherly smile, her eyes brimming with warmth.

Hearing this, Luo Shuhe cast her a sidelong glance, her tone laced with dry amusement.

"Elder sister, some sweets aren’t meant to be indulged in—you might end up with cavities."

"Shuhe, I didn’t realize you were so petty, even jealous of Ximan." Luo Shuning turned to her with a gentle smile.

"You should learn from me—be more magnanimous."

"Don’t worry, elder sister. I’ll study hard." Luo Shuhe crossed her slender legs and shook her head, murmuring under her breath,

"What a trio of fools."

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