You're Such a Senior Sister, the Meticulously Dressed Auntie (Bonus Update)

There was clearly no such urgent task this morning.

If it were something pressing, shouldn’t it have been refreshed in the morning?

Unless…

Tang Yimian had been so focused on completing her teacher’s tasks that she hadn’t spared a thought for anything else?

Only after the student summer camp matter was settled did she remember her personal concerns?

Was she really this responsible?

Listening to the task description, Lin Yu had a vague, uneasy feeling…

Eloquent and long-established in the literary world?

Could it be… writing novels?

There’s a spy from the senior in the apartment!

“Senior, did you really have something to ask me?”

“Between us, do we still need to be so formal?”

Tang Yimian glanced around, ensuring no one was paying attention to them.

Only then did she hurriedly place her lunchbox on the stone bench and hand Lin Yu a bottle of milk.

Then,

She rummaged through her bag as if conducting some shady transaction, slowly pulling out a “notebook.”

It was the kind with a plain, hardcover—the sort that had clearly been flipped through countless times.

Some of the pages were already uneven, jutting out haphazardly.

“Little Yu, this is… this is… a romance novel I’ve been writing for a long time!”

Tang Yimian mustered her courage, hesitating for a long moment before finally blurting it out.

So,

It really was about a novel!

Before Lin Yu could even ask for details, the senior, having opened the floodgates, began rambling nonstop:

“After the water pipe was fixed the other day, Little Chi came to my room for cake and mentioned you.”

“That’s when I found out how impressive you are, Little Yu—publishing your work online and even earning a decent income from it.”

“I love reading novels too, and I’ve tried writing some amateurish stuff myself.”

“I don’t mean anything by it, Little Yu, don’t misunderstand. I just wanted your opinion, to see if I’m cut out for this…”

“If I’m not, that’s fine too. Just be honest with me, I…”

“Wait! Little Yu, don’t read it here!”

Seeing Lin Yu flip to the first page, Tang Yimian’s face flushed crimson in panic.

She stopped her monologue and immediately tried to stop him.

Meanwhile, Lin Yu’s mind was reeling…

A literature teacher having a literary flair was normal—he could understand that.

Hearing it was a handwritten novel by his senior, Lin Yu hadn’t expected much.

In his mind,

It was probably just some pretentious prose:

My troubled thoughts drift away with the wind~

Time, like an invisible thief~

Full of metaphors, parallelism, and callbacks—

Writing in a way that made normal people scratch their heads.

But in the brief seconds he skimmed the first paragraph,

Lin Yu could already tell…

Senior sister was absolutely cut out for this!

“That reckless rainy night, he laid my drenched body across his bed like a prized plaything…”

Holy hell, this was gripping!

Especially with the elegant female author sitting right beside him.

It only fueled Lin Yu’s desire to read more.

Who would’ve thought…

Senior, are you this kind of literature teacher?

You…

Should’ve said so earlier!

Only a female writer could go this hard.

Even if Lin Yu had his own works,

He wouldn’t dare start with a high-speed chase on a rainy overpass!

Respect. Absolute respect.

“I get it—it’s like having your teacher read your essay in front of you, right?”

“Haha, senior, I didn’t expect you, as a teacher, to be so shy.”

Hearing Lin Yu’s words, Tang Yimian sighed in relief.

Thank goodness.

Little Yu hadn’t seen the content clearly.

Otherwise,

She’d be digging a hole to hide in right now.

Who knew how much courage it took for her to show this to Lin Yu?

This was a gamble with her entire teaching reputation on the line!

“Little Yu, promise me you won’t show it to anyone else? What I wrote isn’t… very good.”

“If it’s unbearable, just tell me straight. I can take it.”

“I know springing this on you is presumptuous, but after you finish—no, even if you just read part of it…”

“Let me treat you to a meal?”

“Ah, but inviting you without asking your schedule is also presumptuous, I…”

Lin Yu quickly cut in: “Deal! It’s a date!”

If he didn’t interrupt, who knew how long her “presumptuous” monologue would go on?

The only question was,

After Lin Yu finished the entire novel,

Would he still be able to face Teacher Tang with the same calm composure?

……

Two hours later.

In Chen Qimeng’s apartment room.

Four or five rarely worn dresses were strewn across the bed.

The wardrobe door hung wide open, as if the selection process wasn’t over yet.

But right now,

Chen Qimeng wasn’t by the wardrobe or the bed.

Instead, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully applying pink lip gloss.

After coating her lower lip, she paused, pressing her lips together lightly.

Letting the gloss naturally blend onto her upper lip.

Staring at her reflection, Chen Qimeng felt her cheeks warm…

She had agreed to go shopping with Little Yu after work today.

Yet somehow, the inexplicable urge to dress up had taken hold of her.

Madness.

She must be going mad.

Once the thought emerged, suppressing it was impossible.

As if her usual light makeup and casual outfits were somehow inadequate for this outing.

Chen Qimeng had tried on multiple dresses and still couldn’t decide which one suited best.

This pre-outing indecision was something she’d never experienced so intensely before.

And,

She was already half an hour late for her usual shop-opening time.

Yet the perpetually punctual woman found herself thinking… maybe being late wasn’t so bad.

After another half-hour of meticulous grooming and final checks,

Chen Qimeng slipped on her wedge heels and hurried downstairs to open the shop.

Just as she reached the first floor,

The main door slid open automatically.

Lin Yu and Maomao returned to the apartment at the same time.

Bumping right into Chen Qimeng.

Lin Yu: “!!!”

Maomao: “Good afternoon, Auntie Qimeng.”

Chen Qimeng stiffened, stammering:

“L-Little Yu… Maomao, you’re back.”

“Heh, I… overslept today. I’m just rushing to the shop now!”

Lin Yu immediately saw through it.

Overslept, huh?

Since when do people put on elaborate makeup after oversleeping?

Still,

Seeing Chen Qimeng so meticulously dolled up was a stark contrast to her usual effortless style—

And the effect was breathtaking.

So a simple shopping trip meant this much to her?

The Dreamwalk Technique truly was a divine skill!

Lin Yu smiled and said:

“Auntie rarely oversleeps. You look especially beautiful today—like you’re eighteen again.”

Chen Qimeng averted her gaze, forcing a calm tone:

“Little Yu, don’t tease me. There’s no way I’m eighteen. I’ll… I’ll head out now.”

……