Is This Aunt Ruxue Let Me Convince Her

Logically speaking, in an enclosed space, visibility should decrease and the temperature should gradually rise.

But inside the cardboard box in Maomao’s dream world, none of that applied.

It was just as bright as the outside, and the air remained comfortably pleasant.

As the surroundings quieted down, Lin Yu turned to look at Maomao.

The little one was hugging her knees, staring at him with fiery determination in her eyes.

That look was somewhat familiar to him.

Lin Yu: "..."

Seriously?

Weren’t you just nervous a second ago?

Now that the lid’s closed, it’s like you’ve shut out the world?

Instant battle mode activated!

Just how badly do you want to win?

"Yu, these past few days, I’ve memorized all the classic civil service exam questions and the most popular brain teasers online."

"I never got the chance to tell you… but I won’t lose to you again!"

Lin Yu’s face darkened: "...Isn’t Aunt Ruxue looking for you?"

Maomao snapped back to reality: "Ah… right! This isn’t the time for a showdown with Yu. We need to keep quiet."

Lin Yu: "..."

So even the invincible battle-cat has a weakness.

Bringing up Aunt Ruxue turned out to be surprisingly effective.

The more this happened, the more curious Lin Yu grew about Aunt Ruxue.

Just what kind of woman could make Maomao this terrified?

Sister Hong, the mother of the king of dirty jokes, was already wild enough.

Could Aunt Ruxue be even more extreme?

"Maomao..."

"Are we just going to keep hiding like this?"

"If Aunt Ruxue can’t find you, she’ll probably keep searching, right?"

"What’s the point of squatting here forever?"

Lin Yu couldn’t help but ask, wanting to understand Maomao’s thought process.

Maomao blinked and suddenly said:

"Oh, right."

Lin Yu: "..."

So you haven’t even thought about what to do next, huh?

No wonder elementary school kids mistake her for a classmate.

This is pure kindergarten-level decision-making!

Just how sheltered has her family kept her?

She’s clearly never been toughened up by the harsh realities of life!

"Yu, you’re full of ideas. What do you think we should do?"

At this critical moment, Maomao turned to Lin Yu for help.

Seeing the hopeful look in her eyes, Lin Yu seized the opportunity:

"I bet your Aunt Ruxue is a reasonable woman."

"How about this..."

"I’ll go out and have a proper talk with her."

"Appeal to her emotions, reason with her."

"Who knows? Maybe she’ll agree to let you stay?"

Unexpectedly, Maomao shook her head like a rattle drum:

"No way. Aunt Ruxue would never agree."

"She’s… got some psychological issues."

Lin Yu: "???"

Psychological issues?

Like, mental illness?

Now that she mentioned it, Lin Yu was even more intrigued!

He’d met plenty of bizarre women in his life, but never one with actual psychological problems.

Was he really this lucky today?

Lin Yu’s eyes gleamed as he stubbornly declared:

"Psychological issues? What’s so scary about that?"

"As if anyone’s completely sane these days!"

Maomao’s eyes widened: "???"

With that, Lin Yu lifted the plastic lid like he was hoisting a cauldron:

"I’ll go face her. You stay by the door and listen—wait for my good news!"

"If things go south, you can always hide again. What’s the rush?"

"Damn it, Maomao, can you just open this lid already?"

This was beyond frustrating.

For the first time, Lin Yu felt like a "trapped turtle in a jar" in someone else’s dream.

This was a straight-up skill exploit!

If people ever realized that Lin Yu was appearing in their "dream world,"

Maomao could instantly turn into a slippery little eel!

And he’d be at her mercy, played however she wanted?

Maomao crouched nearby, hesitating: "..."

It was true—even if they hid today, they’d still have to face Aunt Ruxue eventually.

Lin Yu’s silver tongue might just work some magic?

Maomao pressed a finger against the lid and popped the sealed box open.

The two of them crawled out together.

She clung to Lin Yu’s arm, hiding behind him:

"Be careful. If Aunt Ruxue really gets mad, I’ll… I’ll come out and surrender."

Lin Yu thumped his chest confidently:

"With me here, surrender isn’t an option."

"Relax—I’ve got a foolproof trick she’ll never see coming!"

Maomao looked up at him skeptically, studying his sly expression.

Her gut told her it wouldn’t be anything remotely conventional.

But with no other choice, she had to give it a shot!

Lin Yu pushed open the storage room door and headed toward the lobby.

Seeing the blurry "pixelated" patches around him, he sighed in frustration.

Precise.

So damn precise!

Without the dreamer nearby, even the fantasy world turned into a mess of glitches.

If he left Maomao hiding alone, forget meeting the legendary "Aunt Ruxue"—

He wouldn’t even see a normal living person!

He waved toward the storage room and whispered:

"Maomao, it’s clear. Come out."

"Hide under the stairwell. I’ll go find her and bring her here."

Maomao peeked out timidly and followed his instructions.

As she tiptoed toward the stairs, the apartment’s scenery finally sharpened into focus.

Only after Maomao was safely hidden did Lin Yu prepare to make his move.

But—

He didn’t even need to go looking. The key player had already arrived on her own...

BANG!

The lobby door swung open.

A blinding white light flooded in, forcing Lin Yu to shield his eyes.

What the—

In Maomao’s dream world, Aunt Ruxue had this much presence?

She gets a divine light entrance?

Are you kidding me?

Squinting through his fingers, Lin Yu could just make out a woman in silver crystal-strapped heels striding toward him.

This woman…

Had gorgeous feet!

Her high heels clicked against the apartment floor, her foot arching elegantly to reveal delicate bone lines.

Her skin was so flawlessly pale that not a single vein was visible.

And the blood-red nail polish? Strikingly glamorous yet dangerously alluring.

As the holy light faded, Lin Yu lowered his hand and finally got a clear look.

One glance was all it took for his heart to skip a beat.

The lingering glow illuminated her silver-white off-shoulder gown,

radiating an aloof, untouchable aura.

Whether her features were naturally this sharp or the dream world had exaggerated them,

her high cheekbones framed piercingly cold eyes.

Her lips shimmered with iridescent gloss, gleaming like the inside of a seashell.

Her meticulously drawn eyebrows only added to her razor-sharp presence.

Aunt… Ruxue?

Right now, calling her "Aunt" felt downright impossible!

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(First update today—more to come tonight!)