"Gu Luo, Gu Luo."
Gu Luo nodded in response and immediately sped up his dishwashing.
Luo Shuning did the same.
The two worked together seamlessly, their movements swift and steady, as if they had practiced this routine countless times.
Clean plates glided effortlessly between their hands, soon neatly stacked in the cupboard.
Normally, they would take their time washing dishes—truth be told, they just wanted to spend a little longer together.
Without realizing it, the kitchen had become their own little world of subtle affection.
Gu Feng quietly stepped back outside the kitchen, silently watching the scene unfold before him. A knowing smile curled at the corners of his lips.
His eyes brimmed with satisfaction.
They were just too perfect for each other.
His son and Shuning were practically made for one another.
And if they ever had a baby, whether it took after the father or the mother, it would undoubtedly be absolutely adorable.
Just as Gu Feng was lost in sweet fantasies of the future, envisioning the blissful days when he’d become a grandfather, a sudden chill crept up his spine.
This feeling was all too familiar—whenever Luo Liang fixed her gaze on him, this inexplicable coldness would follow.
"Uncle, why are you smiling so happily?"
Right on cue, a crisp voice sounded beside him.
Gu Feng instinctively turned and was met with a strikingly beautiful face—one that mirrored Luo Liang’s usual expressionless demeanor.
It was Luo Shuhe, whose looks and figure were identical to Luo Shuning’s.
She stood there quietly, exuding an icy aura like a frozen statue.
"Shuhe…"
Gu Feng quickly plastered on a smile, inwardly relieved.
Then, with a slight gesture, he motioned toward the dining area, signaling for them to talk there.
Luo Shuhe gave a small nod and followed.
"Shuhe, has your brother been taking good care of you all?" Gu Feng asked warmly.
"Brother takes very good care of us," Luo Shuhe replied succinctly, her voice devoid of emotion.
"That’s good…" Gu Feng nodded approvingly before casually adding, as if it were just an offhand question:
"So, Gu Luo and Shuning get along well, don’t they?"
At this, Luo Shuhe almost frowned but caught herself, shaking her head instead. "I’m not sure about that."
After a brief pause, she cut straight to the point:
"Uncle, what you really want to ask is whether Gu Luo and Shuning like each other, isn’t it?"
"Ahem…" Caught off guard, Gu Feng cautiously glanced toward the living room, ensuring no one else was listening, before nodding slightly. "Well, yes. They’re young, after all."
"And you don’t disapprove?" Luo Shuhe tilted her head slightly, her cold expression now tinged with a hint of playfulness.
"Why would I? It’s natural for young people your age to develop feelings. We’re not old-fashioned parents—we won’t interfere with your relationships."
"I see." Luo Shuhe nodded thoughtfully.
"So… how are Gu Luo and Shuning usually?"
"They’re not as close as Gu Luo and I are." Her answer was crisp and firm.
"…Huh?" Gu Feng was once again thrown off balance, his face a picture of astonishment.
"Gu Luo and I are very close. Besides squeezing toothpaste for his sister, he only does it for me. Not only that, but Gu Luo has also carried me—"
"C-carried you?!"
Gu Feng felt like his brain was overheating, struggling to process the information.
He gestured vaguely, asking, "Uh… what kind of carry are we talking about here?"
"Bridal carry. Hugs…" Luo Shuhe stated matter-of-factly, as if describing the most mundane thing in the world.
"……"
Gu Feng’s mind short-circuited under the sheer volume of revelations.
What in the world was happening?
Was his son actually involved with Shuhe?
Had the chemistry between Gu Luo and Shuning just been a misunderstanding—nothing more than a close sibling bond?
Even as a self-proclaimed expert in matters of the heart, had he misread the situation this badly?
It took Gu Feng a while to regain his composure. "So… Shuhe, are you and Gu Luo dating now?"
Without hesitation, Luo Shuhe nodded. "We will be soon. We’re in that ambiguous stage—just one step away from making it official."
She added, "I’m glad you don’t disapprove."
"Of course not, of course not!" Gu Feng waved his hands reassuringly, his smile widening.
Then, somewhat awkwardly, he pressed further: "But what about Gu Luo and Shuning…?"
"Uncle, don’t misunderstand. Gu Luo and Shuning only appear close because they cook together every day. There’s nothing special beyond that."
Luo Shuhe’s explanation was patient, her voice still cool but crystal clear.
"Oh… I almost got the wrong idea." Gu Feng sighed inwardly, lamenting how age had dulled his perception—he couldn’t even tell who his own son fancied anymore.
"That’s all right. So, Uncle, you could talk to Mom privately about Gu Luo and me." Luo Shuhe gave a slight bow.
"I really like him. If Mom doesn’t agree, I hope you can put in a good word for us."
"I will, but let’s not rush things." Gu Feng hedged diplomatically, offering a placating smile. "For now, focus on your studies. Let the relationship develop naturally. When the time comes, I’ll definitely support you."
He wasn’t about to take any risks—this had all happened within a week!
If he marched up to Luo Liang and announced, "Hey, our son and daughter are together now," he didn’t dare imagine the consequences.
Love was a long game.
No need to hurry.
A flicker of disappointment crossed Luo Shuhe’s face, but she quickly masked it, thanking him politely. "Thank you… Dad."
Hearing that word, Gu Feng beamed and immediately pledged, "Shuhe, don’t worry. Pursue Gu Luo with confidence—your dad’s got your back!"
"Thank you, Dad." Luo Shuhe bowed again.
And just like that, the two formed a secret alliance in the dining room.
"Uncle, we’re done washing up."
Before long, Luo Shuning and Gu Luo emerged from the kitchen.
"Great." Gu Feng smiled at Luo Shuning before turning to Luo Shuhe beside him. "Shuhe, let’s all go for a walk at East Lake Park."
"I’ll pass. My foot’s bothering me a little."
"Your foot? Are you okay?" Gu Feng asked with concern, then shot a pointed look at Gu Luo. "Gu Luo, when you have time, give Shuhe’s foot a massage. As an older brother, you should act like one."
"……"
A question mark slowly materialized above Gu Luo’s head.
Utterly bewildered.
What the hell?
Why did it feel like his cheap old man had been brainwashed by the little devil?
If it were Gu Ximan with a sore foot, it would be understandable.
But this is Luo Shuhe.
Even though she's also a younger sister, massaging her feet still feels a bit too...
Wait, hold on.
Hadn’t he already done it?
Before Gu Luo could speak, Luo Shuning smiled and cut in, "I’ll massage Shuhe’s feet when we get back. No need to trouble you, brother."
"Alright."
Gu Feng nodded with a smile, then subtly exchanged a glance with Luo Shuhe—Dad just gave you a helping hand, too bad it got intercepted.
Luo Shuhe blinked almost imperceptibly in response—Thanks, Dad.
Seeing this, Gu Feng grew even fonder of Luo Shuhe.
Maybe it was because she was the first to call him "Dad," making him feel a special closeness.
Or perhaps their wavelengths just aligned effortlessly, making communication smooth and natural.
Or maybe it was simply his deep love for Luo Liang—love extending to those who shared her temperament, like Luo Shuhe.
Honestly, his son and Shuhe were a match made in heaven.
Shuhe was the perfect daughter-in-law.
Just like that, Comrade Gu Feng completely overturned his stance from mere minutes ago.
His resolve was utterly unreliable.
Meanwhile, Luo Shuling was on the living room sofa, giving Luo Liang a massage. Her technique, though unpolished, was earnest, and Luo Liang rested her eyes, savoring her daughter’s attentive care.
After finishing her meal, Gu Ximan retreated to her room to binge anime, lost in the gripping storyline.
So, only Gu Luo, Luo Shuning, and Gu Feng went downstairs.
They then set off on foot toward East Lake Park.
After the three left, Luo Shuhe remained silent for a long while.
Then, she slowly walked to the fridge, opened it, and took out a carton of yogurt.
But she didn’t open it right away.
Instead, she stared at the packaging for a long time, her eyes clouded with unreadable emotions.
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
