Although she had just woken from a guilty dream, Shen Jiuyi still managed to maintain perfect control over her expression in front of Shen Buyao.
If you wanted to spot a crack in her face, it wouldn’t be that easy.
“Did you sneak around and rummage through the house again while I was out yesterday?”
“Hmph, I’m not just good at hiding things at home. Put away your little schemes!”
Shen Jiuyi nodded knowingly and said, “So it was at the shop. No wonder I couldn’t find it.”
Shen Buyao: “!!!”
…
Not long after.
At the entrance of Apartment 301, Unit 1, Building XX, Jinxiu Huayuan Residential Complex.
[ Ding! ]
[ A dream encounter again! The relationship between the Sacred Son and the Honorary Elder of the Astrology Pavilion has deepened once more! ]
[ Congratulations to the host for successfully bonding with a soul cultivation partner! ]
[ Partner’s sect status: Honorary Elder of the Astrology Pavilion (Shen Jiuyi) ]
[ Rewards: 100 sect contribution points, 200 spirit stones ]
Standing at the door, Lin Yu was utterly bewildered: “???”
Damn!
What kind of prodigies are the two Shen sisters?
Yesterday, Lin Yu’s dream partner definitely wasn’t the peach blossom-fated Shen Jiuyi!
A dream encounter?
This was completely the result of self-seduction!
No need to enter a dream, yet he could so easily dream of her — truly a blessing for peace of mind.
Thinking about it,
Shen Jiuyi’s dream last night must have been rich in meaning.
Otherwise, how else could her progress have skyrocketed so fast?
No need to complete tasks, automatically becoming a soul partner.
It had practically become a standard for the Shen family!
He just didn’t know if there were any other girls in the Shen family he could be introduced to.
*Knock knock knock.*
“Uncle, Auntie, are you home? It’s me, Ruirui.”
Without thinking too much, Mao Ruirui had already started knocking and greeting.
Within seconds,
The door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with some gray hair.
He wore a neat deep blue short-sleeved shirt, looking at least fifty years old.
While chatting with Mao Ruirui on the way, Lin Yu had heard her mention that Chang Xiaoxiao was an only child, and her parents were somewhat older — definitely late bloomers in the 90s.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want more children, but the prenatal and medical technology back then wasn’t as advanced as it is now.
Before Xiaoxiao, Mother Chang had been pregnant twice but unfortunately lost the babies.
When she was pregnant with Xiaoxiao, Mother Chang was bedridden almost the entire pregnancy — it was a truly difficult and heroic time.
Father Chang greeted Mao Ruirui and Lin Yu with a warm smile as soon as he saw them.
“Ruirui’s here! And you must be Comrade Xiao Yu, right?”
“Hello, welcome, and sorry to trouble you to come all this way in person.”
Father Chang enthusiastically extended his hand. After Lin Yu shook it, Father Chang pressed his other hand on top.
A “Comrade Xiao Yu” greeting, followed by a double handshake.
Lin Yu quickly bowed slightly and returned the gesture with both hands.
“Uncle, hello.”
“Don’t be so formal, just call me Xiao Yu,” Father Chang chuckled twice.
“Such a good, good kid.”
Hearing this, Mao Ruirui hurried to clarify, “Uncle, he’s not a kid — he’s actually a year older than Xiaoxiao.”
Lin Yu: “…”
Father Chang laughed heartily, “Haha, come on in.”
Seeing Father Chang’s unbothered reaction, it seemed Mao Ruirui had been here many times before.
The two of them stepped inside together.
Mother Chang, busy in the kitchen, had just finished washing her hands and stepped out.
“Ruirui’s here! I was just chopping the meat filling in the kitchen, so my hands were full.”
“So, you must be Xiaoyu, right?”
“Oh my, you’re really tall and handsome!”
“A clean-cut young man. Xiaoxiao’s been talking about you a lot lately, saying you’re... you’re...”
“Old Chang, what’s that word again?”
Father Chang squinted and smiled:
“Cool senior!”
Lin Yu: “???”
Whoa!
So that’s how Xiaoxiao, the junior, thinks of him? Such high praise?
He thought to himself, whatever, but she even told her parents!
His little sister chatting so openly with their parents at home... so progressive?
Lin Yu was even a little worried.
In Father and Mother Chang’s minds, his black hair must have already turned blond!
And besides,
Mao Ruirui was right there beside them!
Lin Yu glanced at Mao Ruirui’s reaction...
His worries were completely unnecessary.
She hadn’t even caught what was being said, just nodding and smiling along to fit in.
Lin Yu smiled along and said:
“Auntie, hello. Xiaoxiao’s compliments are a bit over the top. Among the crowd, I’m pretty average.”
“Is Xiaoxiao home right now?”
Lin Yu had excellent hearing.
The Chang family’s house wasn’t big.
Any noise wouldn’t escape his ears.
One big reason Father and Mother Chang were chatting so directly with Lin Yu was that Xiaoxiao wasn’t home.
Mother Chang motioned a “please” gesture and said:
“Xiaoxiao took ‘Changsheng’ to the supermarket at the community gate to buy oyster sauce. They’ll be back soon.”
“Xiaoyu, Ruirui, you two hurry and sit down. I’ll go cut some watermelon for you.”
Lin Yu walked toward the sofa and politely urged:
“Auntie, no need—”
Mao Ruirui: “It’s okay, Auntie, you go ahead.”
Mother Chang: “Alright then, hurry and sit, hurry and sit.”
Father Chang: “I’ll go pour some water.”
Mao Ruirui: “Xiaoyu, sit over here. No need to be so formal. Just now Auntie said she was going to ‘pick someone up’? Didn’t catch the name—are there others coming?”
Lin Yu: “...”
These past couple of days,
He’d been spending time alone with Mao Ruirui and almost forgot about her super hearing.
Once back in a group setting, her godlike skills immediately reappeared!
Fortunately, Father and Mother Chang seemed to have very easygoing temperaments.
After Father and Mother Chang both went into the kitchen, the atmosphere started to shift...
Mother Chang: “As soon as I heard our girl saying ‘Senior Lin Yu’ over and over these days, I knew he had to be a handsome guy. She’s always been into handsome guys since she was little. Didn’t I call it?”
Father Chang: “She’s always been unable to keep things to herself. She used to keep going on about some ‘Yi Bu Fa Yin’ or something—I thought she had a crush on some guy.”
Mother Chang: “Later on, you should take the lead and ask the kid what impression he has of our Xiaoxiao.”
Father Chang: “You should rest a bit yourself. It’s not a business to rush into—why should I ask?”
Mother Chang: “If you don’t ask, I will. It’s better than talking about that old Zhang, the little black chubby guy.”
Father Chang: “You haven’t even asked our girl what she means!”
Mother Chang: “Do I even need to ask? She likes handsome guys. It’s practically written on her forehead.”
Dad Chang: "Well, that’s just like her mom."
Mom Chang: "You really should take a break. Back when the company held an ugly face contest, you’d definitely have taken first place."
At this moment.
Lin Yu, sitting on the sofa, felt like he was on pins and needles, like a thorn stuck in his back, and as if something was lodged in his throat...
...
(Today's second update. Had some family issues in the middle, which delayed the writing. I’m truly sorry, really sorry. Tomorrow I promise to make up for it with extra chapters—at least four updates. Won’t sleep until it’s done!)
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