Aunt Qimeng's Secret: Who Created a Group

After an unnecessary argument with the King of Dirty Jokes,

Lin Yu finally entered the restaurant.

Aunt Qimeng had just finished preparing breakfast and was taking off her apron, hanging it on the wall hook.

The morning light streaming through the window delicately outlined her graceful figure—both hazy and clear.

Unlike lively, playful young girls,

Aunt Qimeng carried a gentle, settled aura refined by life’s experiences.

She wore a high-waisted, rain-blue-green dress printed with fruit patterns like apples and lemons.

The soft fabric clung to her curves,

while the skirt fluttered lightly with her movements.

A few loose strands of hair, disheveled from her busy morning, casually framed her face,

accentuating the delicate glow of her jawline and the slender elegance of her neck.

There was no ostentation, no forced attempt to appear youthful.

She simply radiated her own charm effortlessly.

Flowers that bloom in spring and those that bloom in summer

each have their own beauty—distinct yet equally captivating.

True beauty lies not in the season, but in the flower itself.

To embrace time’s gifts and bloom naturally is the finest season of all!

Standing at the doorway, Lin Yu hesitated to speak,

afraid his words might shatter the serene scene before him.

He had never seen Aunt Qimeng dressed like this before.

For today’s outing, he had expected her to put in some effort,

but he never imagined…

Aunt Qimeng’s effortless grace already surpassed what most young girls could ever achieve.

Today was the perfect opportunity to complete the 【Twin Oath Bond】 mission.

If he missed this chance,

who knew how long he’d have to wait for Aunt Qimeng to relax around him like this again?

Failure was not an option!

In other words…

If he succeeded today…

This gentle, radiant Aunt Qimeng might just become his—

Lin Yu: “!!!”

The mere thought sent his blood racing.

“Haha, stunned speechless, huh?”

“I was just as dazzled when I saw Sister Qimeng this morning!”

“I told her she must be going on a date, but she denied it!”

“Big Yu, you know Sister Qimeng better than I do—guess, is she in love or not?”

Huang Feirong popped up from behind, once again tossing out the pivotal question at just the right moment.

Hearing Huang Feirong’s voice,

Chen Qimeng finally noticed Lin Yu standing in the restaurant.

Flustered, she tucked the loose strands behind her ear and hurriedly protested:

“Rongrong, don’t… don’t talk nonsense.”

“It’s really not a date. I just wanted to go out after work…”

After saying this,

Chen Qimeng worried Lin Yu might take it the wrong way.

She immediately shot him a glance filled with silent apologies—"Sorry, don’t mind her."

Lin Yu instantly decoded her expression.

Now that the day had finally arrived, and their plans were set,

he wasn’t worried Aunt Qimeng would back out.

Without missing a beat,

he stood by her side and defended her:

“Sister Feirong, don’t project your own habits onto our Aunt Qimeng.”

“Isn’t it normal to dress up a little when going out?”

Then, turning to Aunt Qimeng, he thumped his chest confidently:

“Aunt Qimeng, don’t hold back—shine as bright as you want.”

“With me, your personal guardian, no troublemaker would dare lay a finger on you!”

[Ding!]

[A masterful move! The secret rapport between the Holy Son and the Acting Sect Leader warms her heart!]

[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]

Chen Qimeng smiled, adjusting the fit of her dress.

Lin Yu’s subtle praise made her even more conscious of her outfit.

It seemed she had chosen well—

Lin Yu thought she looked beautiful too.

Huang Feirong clasped her hands in front of her waist,

mimicking a maid’s curtsy from period dramas, and teased:

“No troublemaker would dare approach Her Majesty the Empress.”

“This humble servant shall fetch the congee, so the Imperial Blade-Bearing Guard Captain and Her Majesty may dine in peace.”

Seizing on Lin Yu’s "troublemaker" remark, Huang Feirong couldn’t resist running with the joke.

Chen Qimeng playfully lunged at her, pretending to “teach her a lesson,”

but Huang Feirong dodged with a gleeful laugh.

Watching them, Lin Yu felt a surge of warmth.

Introducing Huang Feirong to Aunt Qimeng’s shop had been the right call.

It was clear—

the two got along wonderfully.

With the ever-scheming He Jing out of the picture,

having a cheerful presence like Huang Feirong around Aunt Qimeng

eased Lin Yu’s worries.

Otherwise,

facing the monotony of work alone day after day would inevitably wear on her.

……

After breakfast with Aunt Qimeng and Huang Feirong,

Lin Yu took charge of washing the dishes.

He even granted Huang Feirong a half-hour reprieve to play games upstairs.

As for Aunt Qimeng,

Lin Yu insisted she rest before heading to work.

But watching him clean up, how could she just sit idle?

Even with just a few dishes, she followed him into the kitchen to help.

Once everything was tidied up,

Aunt Qimeng retrieved her handbag from the living room.

Struggling to sound casual, she asked:

“Xiao Yu, since I’m closing early this afternoon… didn’t we say we’d go out together?”

“Could you… hold onto my bag for me?”

Her stilted delivery and refusal to meet his eyes made it painfully obvious—

the bag held something.

Lin Yu stared at the handbag: "……"

Did Aunt Qimeng really think he was that clueless?

Her face might as well have been screaming "there’s something in here!"

And that awkward excuse—was she trying to fool him?

What was going through that little brain of hers?

For a moment, Lin Yu worried—

if he called her out, would she panic and abandon whatever she had planned?

Well then.

Time to play dumb and humor her.

“No problem. I’ll take it when I pick you up from the shop.”

“Don’t worry—it’s safe with me.”

Seeing Lin Yu play along without pressing further,

Chen Qimeng exhaled in relief—a reaction that secretly amused him.

Her acting skills were not cut out for deception.

If she tried this on seasoned schemers, she’d be eaten alive.

Then again…

Hadn’t she fallen victim to exactly that in her past life?

But this time, with Lin Yu by her side,

no ghosts or demons would dare touch her.

“Ding-dong!”

“Ding-dong!”

“Ding-dong!”

Right after their conversation,

a rapid-fire barrage of WeChat notifications erupted from his phone.

Lin Yu quickly pulled it out—who was spamming him like this?

Turns out, it wasn’t a personal message…

Someone had created a group chat?

And the group name was… [Real or Fake ZerO]!

"ZerO"?!

Lin Yu opened the chat to find only three members:

himself,

Ying’er,

and Maomao.

……

(Second update today. More to come later. While you’re reading, please take a moment to check out the ads—every bit of support helps this humble author!)