Sister He, You're Really Something

"The number you have dialed cannot be reached for the moment. Please try again later......Sorry, thenumberyoudialedcannotbe........"

Gu Ximan curled up alone on the cream-colored sofa in the living room, her delicate face flushing one moment and paling the next, her fingers unconsciously twisting the lace trim of her pleated skirt.

Since the afternoon sun had spilled over the windowsill, she had dialed the name pinned at the top of her contacts dozens of times, repeatedly sending voice messages via Feixin, only to be met with the same cold, mechanical female voice looping in her ear.

Had something happened?

Wasn’t today supposed to be the confession?

Gu Ximan had only come home to look for that jerk Gu Luo because she couldn’t get through to him.

But not only was Gu Luo nowhere to be found, even the three Luo sisters were all missing.

And not a single one of their phones was reachable either.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

The air was thick with unease, and Gu Ximan felt her temples throbbing, her vision blurring slightly.

Had she misunderstood?

Now that she thought about it carefully, that jerk Gu Luo had never explicitly said he was going to confess to her—only that the three of them could live together in the future.

Living together... didn’t that mean being together?

Wasn’t it just because their relationship was special that he hadn’t said it outright out of shyness?

But the continued radio silence felt like a bucket of ice water dumped over her head—if Gu Luo really had planned to confess to her, he would never have left her hanging like this.

If that was the case, then who was Gu Luo planning to confess to today?

Gu Ximan stared blankly at her slender legs wrapped in sheer white stockings, the milky-white mini bag slung across her lap still adorned with the panda charm Gu Luo had given her last year.

She didn’t know whether to feel heartbroken, angry, humiliated, or just plain miserable.

She had to keep calling. She needed answers.

This ambiguity was unbearable.

With that thought, she pressed the call button again, and the same emotionless female voice greeted her as expected:

"The number you have dialed cannot be reached for the moment. Please try again later......Sorry, thenumber..."

Before the English announcement could finish trembling in the air, Gu Ximan hung up, her fingers turning white from the force of her grip.

If the confession was meant for one of the Luo sisters...

Then who would it be?

Sister Ling was immediately ruled out.

Sister He might not even be back yet, so the chances were slim.

Sister Ning...

Yes, it had to be Sister Ning.

Their first meeting had been a cliché hero-saves-the-beauty scenario, and they had even held hands on stage during the school festival. They had co-founded the Pure Music Club, spent the last two months grocery shopping together every day, cooking in matching aprons—they had the most time together.

Sometimes, when she got up early to use the bathroom, she’d even see Sister Ning smiling as she squeezed toothpaste onto Gu Luo’s brush.

The top two students in their grade, a perfect match—love at first sight layered with affection grown over time... Everything connected, as if the ending had already been written.

Just two days ago, Gu Luo had publicly chosen to share an umbrella with Shu Ning.

Thinking about it, it would be stranger if these two didn’t end up together.

Gu Ximan had to admit that Luo Ning was flawless—gentle as a spring brook, every movement exuding the grace of a well-bred lady.

Gentle, beautiful, elegant, poised.

A wealthy, refined beauty.

That jerk Gu Luo—he’d promised to spoil her the most, yet here he was, confessing to some perfect rich girl after just two months...

A liar.

A big fat liar.

The more Gu Ximan thought about it, the more her nose stung, tears welling up in her eyes.

Just as the first teardrop was about to fall, the door beeped with the sound of a fingerprint unlock.

She hastily wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and turned, expecting to see Gu Luo and Sister Ning hand in hand, radiant with happiness.

But instead, what greeted her was Sister He, dressed like a princess, and Gu Luo looking utterly dejected.

Yes, dejected.

In all the years she’d known him, this was the first time Gu Ximan had seen Gu Luo wear such an expression.

His usually confident, lively eyes were now drooping, like... like a pitiful puppy abandoned in the rain.

What was going on?

When had Sister He returned?

Wasn’t Gu Luo supposed to be confessing to Sister Ning?

Countless questions exploded in her mind, but Gu Ximan instinctively rushed forward, carefully steadying Gu Luo’s body. The moment her fingertips touched his cool arm, her heart clenched:

"Brother, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Gu Luo’s face was a mix of exhaustion and something indescribable. He shook his head but said nothing.

"Alright, alright, let’s get you to the sofa first."

Gu Ximan and Luo Shuhe helped Gu Luo to the sofa.

Then she hurriedly poured him a glass of water.

And brought it to his lips herself.

Gu Luo drank mechanically, small sip by small sip, but his expression remained unreadably complicated.

Clearly, he had suffered a heavy blow.

Luo Shuhe kicked off her ten-centimeter stilettos and sat down beside them, crossing her slender legs with practiced ease. Watching Gu Ximan’s worried face, she remarked as casually as if discussing the weather:

"Brother confessed to Sister Ning. Got rejected."

Gu Ximan’s hands stilled for a moment, but she forced herself to stay composed, gritting her teeth as she continued to offer the water.

So, Gu Luo’s confession today had indeed been for Sister Ning.

She had been a fool, spinning fantasies in her head.

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that.

Gu Ximan swallowed the tears threatening to spill and took a quiet breath before teasing Gu Luo with a forced smile:

"Haha, jerk Gu Luo, serves you right."

"Weren’t you the so-called ‘Gu God’ at Guangya, worshipped by your fans? And now you get rejected on your first confession?"

"Come on, it’s just a breakup. Man up, will you?"

"You guys only date for the cuddling anyway, right? Whatever Sister Ning has, I’ve got it too. Since you’re so miserable... I’ll reluctantly cheer you up."

With that, Gu Ximan grabbed Gu Luo’s hand and placed it on her sheer-stocking-clad thigh, guiding his palm to slide over the smooth fabric.

Then she grinned. "Well? Feels nice, doesn’t it?"

"Feeling better now?"

The delicate sensation under his fingertips finally snapped Gu Luo out of his daze. He turned to look at Gu Ximan’s smiling face, lips parting slightly.

"Hmph. Looks like his mood’s improving. Typical man."

Luo Shuhe watched this scene, her lips quirking imperceptibly before she suddenly lifted the hem of her luxurious black gown, revealing legs that gleamed like pearls under the light. Without hesitation, she pressed Gu Luo’s other hand onto them.

"........"

Gu Luo, now acutely aware of the contrasting softness under both hands, finally snapped out of his heartbreak. He tried to pull away, laughing despite himself, but the girls held his hands firmly in place.

No matter how he tugged, he couldn’t free himself.

He let out a helpless chuckle:

"You two... really..."

Such a tantalizing way of comforting someone truly had... a miraculous healing effect.

At this moment, Gu Ximan wasn’t having it. She shot an annoyed look at Luo Shuhe and asked, "Sister He, what are you doing?"

"As you can see, I’m making Brother Gu Luo happy by letting him touch my legs," Luo Shuhe replied with a straight face, her expression unchanging.

"You—! I’m asking why you’re copying me?!"

Gu Ximan’s face instantly flushed red. Was that really the question she was asking? As if she were blind or something.

Seriously, what’s your relationship with him? What right do you have to let that stinky Gu Luo touch your legs?

Hearing this, Luo Shuhe suddenly curled her lips into a smirk. "So what if I’m copying you?"

"You... you... you...!"

Gu Ximan stammered three "yous" in a row but couldn’t find the words to retort. She had never met someone so shameless in her life!

Sister He just loved bullying people!

This was clearly my idea!

Thinking this, she puffed out her soft, pink cheeks in frustration and immediately pulled out a jar from her crossbody bag. Inside were countless lucky stars, each folded from fluorescent-colored paper strips.

Then, with a smug look, she raised an eyebrow at Luo Shuhe. "Well? These are lucky stars Xuexue and I folded for my brother by hand. Go on, copy this if you can!"

As she spoke, Gu Ximan placed the jar into Gu Luo’s arms and added with a haughty tone, "Ahem... Stinky Gu Luo, don’t get the wrong idea. I only folded these because life at Guangya was too easy, and I had way too much free time on my hands."

Gu Luo lowered his gaze to the shimmering stars in the jar. The cracks in his wounded heart instantly sprouted a tender green shoot, which rapidly grew into a towering tree.

He wanted to reach out and pat Gu Ximan’s little head, but both his hands were firmly pinned down, unable to move.

"My little Ximan is the best."

Gu Luo felt instantly healed. He leaned down and affectionately nuzzled her cheek.

Her skin was incredibly smooth, full of youthful collagen.

Gu Ximan’s face immediately turned scarlet. Subconsciously smoothing her cold tea-brown hair, she stuck out her tongue at Luo Shuhe in triumph.

"Sister He, go ahead and copy me now."

Then, without a word, Luo Shuhe stood up expressionlessly, barefoot, and dashed upstairs.

When she came back down, she was carrying a briefcase.

She soon returned to the sofa.

Gu Ximan blinked in surprise, thinking, You actually prepared something?

But the next second, her mouth fell open in a perfect "O" shape.

With a click, Luo Shuhe opened the case and began lightly tossing stacks of red bills onto Gu Luo.

One stack.

Another stack.

And another.

Each stack was worth ten thousand.

Luo Shuhe said nothing, simply showering him with money.

Before the siblings could react, Gu Luo’s lap and the surrounding area were covered in a sea of crimson cash.

Luo Shuhe eventually tired from the effort and paused, then raised an eyebrow at Gu Ximan. "So? I’ll keep copying you. What now?"

"......"

"......"

Gu Ximan immediately bristled, flailing her arms dramatically. "Oh, so money makes you special? Big deal, you’re a rich woman! If you’ve got the guts, throw it at me! Come on—"

But before she could finish, Luo Shuhe tossed a stack of bills right at her.

Then another.

And another.

Gu Ximan instantly fell silent, her eyes as clear and innocent as a college student’s, utterly harmless.

Seeing this, Luo Shuhe smirked and crossed her arms. "Still got something to say?"

Gu Ximan stared at the piles of red cash on her, pondered for exactly two and a half seconds, then put on a sweet, defiant smile.

"Not a word~"

Then, like a little money-grubber, she scooped up the cash in her arms and dashed upstairs, tossing back one last remark:

"Sister He, you win this round!"

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