The Nurse Sister Who Stopped Pretending and Laid Her Cards on the Table

The sudden high-end etiquette made Lin Yu extremely uncomfortable.

Even in a dream, he didn't want to lose face.

Basic manners were still necessary.

Especially when someone is proactively polite to you, you absolutely must not slight them.

"Hello, I'm Lin Yu, Weiwei's... friend."

"Please lead the way."

After a brief consideration,

Lin Yu still chose the subconscious entry point of "friend."

Based on the literal expression of the dream type, it was unclear what position Xia Yiwei had placed him in.

Naturally, Lin Yu couldn't proactively claim a closer relationship.

Upon hearing Lin Yu's words, the middle-aged woman placed one hand against her abdomen and gestured with the other in a welcoming motion:

"It's no trouble at all, this is my duty."

"Mr. Lin Yu, please follow me. Miss Weiwei is in the left building, second floor."

The middle-aged woman did not lead Lin Yu through the main entrance.

Instead, she followed the bluestone path directly to the left side.

Lin Yu looked up. On the open-air balcony of the left building's second floor,

a familiar figure was waving frantically at him.

It was Xia Yiwei!

Lin Yu waved back in acknowledgment.

The next moment,

the entire process of walking was skipped.

The scene before him abruptly changed, and Lin Yu found himself in front of a room door.

The middle-aged woman who had just guided him also vanished on the spot.

Only he remained, facing the slightly ajar door.

Lin Yu wasn't surprised by this.

Such seamless scene transitions were commonplace in the dream world.

Lin Yu gently knocked on the door twice before slowly pushing it open.

"Little Master, you're finally here?"

Before he could even see the full room, he first heard Nurse Sister's voice.

When she was waving from the balcony, Xia Yiwei had only stuck her head out, making her full outfit unclear.

Only after Lin Yu entered the room did he truly get a clear view.

But...

A nurse's uniform?!

Why the heck is it a nurse's uniform?!

Xia Yiwei, are you too dedicated to your job?

Did we... just get off the night shift?

This is a manor estate with a background worth billions! Can't you wear something that fits the character setting?!

Those in the know would recognize her as Miss Weiwei.

Those who don't would think she's the estate's newly hired private nurse.

Even wearing some leather clothes or pants would give off more of a rebellious young miss vibe.

Insisting on adhering to professional dress code even in a dream is a bit too fantastical.

Lin Yu couldn't be bothered to complain that much.

In his eyes, there were more noteworthy things to dwell on:

"Weiwei, you originally lived in such a luxurious villa manor?"

"Living under the same roof for so long, I really couldn't tell. I should call you a runaway princess!"

Xia Yiwei approached Lin Yu with a solemn expression and asked:

"Which KTV do I look like I ran away from?"

Lin Yu: "..."

Here it comes.

That familiar feeling is back.

After just two sentences, Lin Yu's fists were already clenched.

Even in her home turf within the dream, her inherently punchable nature was hard to conceal.

Before Lin Yu could retort, Xia Yiwei grabbed his hand and directly pulled him to the bedside.

This should be Xia Yiwei's bedroom.

The bed was an exquisite bunk bed set.

The top bunk held a few plush toys, while the bottom bunk was presumably for sleeping.

The craftsmanship and quality of the bed were commendable.

When Lin Yu and Xia Yiwei recklessly sat down on it, not a single creak was heard.

Rich families are really different.

Thinking back to the days when he and a certain factory belle were in her dorm room...

Forget the squeaking of the bunk bed, that loose frame seemed like it could collapse at any moment.

Hmm...

Nurse Sister's bunk bed is truly a great place for silent activities.

Xia Yiwei looked at Lin Yu seriously and said:

"Little Master, let's get serious. No more pretending, I'm laying my cards on the table. My dad is a billionaire."

Lin Yu looked at Xia Yiwei calmly, inwardly thinking:

Ahahaha!

A nurse earning a few thousand a month suddenly brings me to a massive mountain manor and then says her dad is a billionaire.

I should buy an umbrella... and open it!

Are you even human?

Do you not care about your friend's mental state at all?

Immediately after,

Xia Yiwei continued:

"Little Master, I really need to ask you for a favor this time. Could you marry into our family?"

Lin Yu's expression changed again, quickly responding:

"Oh? Do elaborate."

Before Lin Yu could fully process it,

the scene before him transformed once more.

This time,

they were on a sofa in a large hall.

There were three people in the hall.

Lin Yu, Xia Yiwei... and Museum Director Sister Xia Xiashan!

Lin Yu: "???"

Too much of a mental leap, isn't it?

You drop a bombshell question and then change scenes? At least give a brief outline of the follow-up script!

What's going on now?

Regardless,

at least he ran into an old acquaintance.

A greeting is basic courtesy.

Lin Yu and Xia Yiwei sat on the same side of the sofa, while Xia Xiashan sat opposite.

He politely raised a hand in greeting...

The next second,

Xia Xiashan's pupils widened in horror as she leaned sideways, shrinking back into the depths of the sofa.

Lin Yu: "???"

In Nurse Sister's subconscious, is her sister already this terrified of Lin Yu?

That's too exaggerated!

Xia Yiwei, sitting beside Lin Yu, immediately let out a hearty laugh:

"Ahahaha, ahahahaha..."

"Xia Xiashan, is that necessary?"

My dear is just saying hello, and you're scared like that?

In my opinion, you shouldn't run the martial arts school the family gave you either. Just transfer it all to my dear.

"After all, he's better at fighting than you, it's not like you don't know that!"

Lin Yu quietly collected information.

Xia Yiwei's term of address for him had become "my dear."

It seems that in Xia Yiwei's subconscious, the matter of him marrying into the family...

Lin Yu would absolutely not refuse!

So certain, huh?

As for transferring the martial arts school, Lin Yu thought that could indeed be put on the agenda.

Under normal circumstances,

if provoked like this by Xia Yiwei, Museum Director Sister would have already jumped in his face for a verbal showdown.

But in Xia Yiwei's dream, Museum Director Sister was exceptionally docile.

She didn't counterattack at all, merely showing a displeased expression.

She looked exactly like a frightened pushover.

She said stubbornly:

"Weiwei, I hope you won't regret the choice you made today."

"Wouldn't choosing a marriage partner arranged by mom and dad be better?"

Then,

Xia Xiashan's eyes met Lin Yu's again:

"Of course, I'm not saying you're not good."

Tsk tsk tsk.

She's genuinely afraid!

Lin Yu didn't take it to heart, focusing his attention on other parts of the hall.

Judging from the text description before entering the dream,

today's main storyline wasn't heavily related to Xia Xiashan.

The real "distinguished guest" hadn't even appeared yet!

Most likely,

later Lin Yu would have to perform some act in front of the parents to liven things up.

...

(Second update for today. There will be an extra update later. Hope everyone can cast a few free 'powered by love' votes. Thank you all!)

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