In Lin Yu's bedroom.
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke move! The destined meeting place in the mundane world turns out to be the very spot your beloved secretly longed for, making her believe even more in fate's design!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
The system's notification didn’t surprise Lin Yu in the slightest.
He had only told Xiao Fufu (Ye Mengfu) about the pre-booked tickets the night before—all to give her a delightful surprise for their date.
Snagging tickets for a popular exhibition was no different from scrambling for concert seats.
For most people, it was nearly impossible.
But for the current Lin Yu? A piece of cake.
Why this particular venue for their date?
Simple logic.
What picture-book illustrator wouldn’t adore Jimmy Liao?
During his last visit to Xiao Fufu’s room, Lin Yu had noticed it immediately.
Her little desk was neatly lined with Jimmy’s picture books.
Complete sets, volume after volume…
Arranged so meticulously, spotlessly clean.
Wasn’t it obvious how much she treasured them?
"Ding-dong!"
"Ding-dong!"
"..."
After a delayed reaction, Lin Yu’s phone buzzed with a flurry of messages.
「Ye Mengfu: You might not believe this, but I’ve been trying to get these tickets forever with no luck.」
「Ye Mengfu: It feels almost magical…」
「Ye Mengfu: (hug)」
A hug.
Even in her excitement, she kept it restrained with just one "hug."
Hah.
Xiao Fufu’s online persona was no different from real life.
A far cry from certain other girls.
After exchanging a few more texts, Lin Yu and Ye Mengfu finalized their plans for the next day.
The exhibition would open at 10:30 AM, with a 40-minute commute.
They agreed to leave together at 9:30.
...
9:30 PM.
A familiar sound finally came from outside Aunt Qimeng’s third-floor room.
Lin Yu recognized it instantly—the faint creak of her slightly loose door hinge.
He’d been idling at his computer, waiting for her return.
As he stepped to his bedroom doorway, Lin Yu paused.
"???"
The footsteps… something was off.
There was more than one person!
Then, a familiar voice rang out clearly:
"Qimeng-jie, your room looks so cozy!"
"Don’t bother with the foldable bed—just lay a sheet on the floor, I’ll be fine!"
"I’m really sorry for barging in like this today."
"Or… I saw a sofa downstairs? I could sleep there instead!"
Aunt Qimeng’s flustered reply followed:
"Absolutely not!"
"You take the bed. I’ll bring up the foldable cot and sleep beside you."
"You’re our guest—we can’t possibly make you sleep on the sofa!"
Amid their back-and-forth politeness, Lin Yu had already reached Aunt Qimeng’s door.
Voluminous black permed hair, rain-dampened bangs…
It was none other than the queen of risqué jokes—Huang Feirong!
"Xiao Yu?"
With just a glance toward the doorway, Chen Qimeng noticed him immediately.
Truthfully, she’d been watching for him since reaching the third floor.
That’s why she spotted him right away.
"Big—"
Huang Feirong nearly blurted out "Big Student" but caught herself.
That would sound too distant, especially in his own home.
Even Yao Yao had switched to a more familiar address.
She ought to do the same!
After all…
The "dream machine" for her flower shop still needed installing!
Everything hinged on Lin Yu’s help.
"Da Yu, hellooo!"
"The rain never let up today—my neighborhood’s completely flooded."
"So I figured, heheh…"
"Yao Yao already helped me get my mom’s permission. Hope you don’t mind me crashing here tonight!"
She smoothed her damp bangs, radiating sheer delight.
Lin Yu: "..."
Da Yu?
What’s next—"Yu the Great Tamer of Floods"?
Tonight was supposed to be his foot-soak and cupping session with Aunt Qimeng!
Now this third wheel shows up?
Judging by Huang Feirong’s grin, she’d be happy anywhere as long as it wasn’t home.
"Feirong-jie, you’re always welcome."
"Don’t even mention ‘intruding’—this is your home too!"
"Have you eaten yet?"
Lin Yu’s hospitable tone exuded the air of the household’s young master.
Unaware of his ulterior motives, Huang Feirong was just thrilled to escape home for the night.
A pity Yao Yao was still at the shop—
Those two together would’ve been pure chaos.
Meanwhile, Chen Qimeng quietly sighed in relief at their easy banter.
Ever since the mall incident,
her mind had been in turmoil, unsure how to face Lin Yu.
The thought of their scheduled… cupping session
had kept her tense all day, dreading an irreversible step.
Kissing him had been impulsive, all-consuming in the moment.
But back in reality, societal barriers loomed large—
especially with Lin Yu’s bright future at stake.
Huang Feirong’s sleepover was at least half orchestrated by Chen Qimeng herself.
With another girl in the house…
certain temptations would stay at bay, right?
Though chatting with Huang Feirong, Lin Yu kept stealing glances at Aunt Qimeng.
Noticing her "crisis averted" expression, he instantly understood.
Oh-ho.
Getting cold feet?
Worried things might escalate?
Adults and their endless overthinking.
Always weighing consequences before acting.
Exactly when hesitation crept in, the embers needed stoking.
"It’s barely past nine—Feirong-jie, you’re not turning in yet, are you?"
"My room’s got a top-tier new PC, bought just days ago. I was gaming earlier."
"The one I’m building for your shop won’t arrive till the day after tomorrow."
"Want to test-drive mine first?"
Huang Feirong’s eyes sparkled: "!!!"
"Da-Da Yu, really?!"
"I haven’t touched a game in days…"
Lin Yu grinned:
"Of course. I even installed Audition."
Three sentences later,
Huang Feirong was hooked like a fish on a line.
Clutching Chen Qimeng’s arm, she pleaded:
"Boss lady, can I go game in Da Yu’s room for a bit?"
"I swear I won’t stay late—just one… no, two hours max!"
Her sweet-talking charm was hard to resist.
And since it was Lin Yu’s room, Chen Qimeng had no grounds to object.
Seeing him bond with friends only warmed her heart further.
"Go ahead, have fun."
Huang Feirong nuzzled Chen Qimeng’s arm:
"Mmm! Thanks, Qimeng-jie!"
"Da Yu, which room’s yours? Let’s go!"
As she bounded out,
Lin Yu pulled Aunt Qimeng’s door almost shut behind them, then turned back—
"Auntie Qimeng, I'll go ahead with Feirong first."
"Once she starts playing... I'll come over later."
Chen Qimeng's heart skipped a beat: "!!!"
...
(First update today—hope you all show your support with power stones!)
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