Aunt Jiang's Magical Method for Judging a Girl's Inner Self

Su Bai's lips twitched.

Damn, here we go again!

He knew Aunt Jiang's tendencies all too well.

Whenever she saw a pretty girl who had even the slightest connection to Su Bai, she'd immediately declare them "a perfect match."

At its core, it wasn't malicious—after all, she'd watched Su Bai grow up and believed the boy could do no wrong.

It was just Aunt Jiang's way of teasing.

Xia Lin seemed slightly uncomfortable, forcing a stiff smile. "Auntie, you're joking. If we're talking about good matches, Su Bai already has a girlfriend in his class—a very quiet and gentle girl."

"Huh?"

Aunt Jiang blinked in confusion at Su Bai.

"I just hadn't gotten around to telling you yet..."

"Oh-ho! Listen to this! What was it you told me before coming to school? 'Love is the most unreliable thing in the world, especially college relationships—just reheated leftovers. Better to stay in the dorm solving algorithms than drown in meaningless romance...'"

Aunt Jiang mimicked Su Bai's tone perfectly, complete with dramatic gestures.

Su Bai's face burned. "Well, I just hadn't met the right person yet! This is real love, I swear."

"Oh, so before it was all fake, but now it's suddenly 'real love,' huh? Quick, show me! What kind of goddess could possibly have our little Bai so smitten?"

Aunt Jiang poked Su Bai repeatedly, urging him to pull out his phone and show photos.

The rapid shift left Xia Lin struggling to keep up.

This wasn't the strong, composed single mother she'd imagined.

But maybe this playful, childlike demeanor would make her easier to get along with?

Perhaps years of having to stay strong had forced her to adopt relentless optimism—until she became this eccentric, unfiltered auntie.

Aunt Jiang scrolled through several photos of Su Bai and Chen Yusheng together.

There were candid shots too—Chen Yusheng eating, brushing her teeth, focused on gaming...

She glanced at the photos, then at Xia Lin.

Muttering under her breath: "Too close to call..."

"Aunt Jiang, let's get in the car first. I'll take you around town," Su Bai quickly changed the subject before Xia Lin could overhear and feel awkward.

Coming from an elite background, Xia Lin clearly wasn't prepared for Aunt Jiang's bluntness.

Maybe only someone like his senior could match Aunt Jiang's energy.

At the long-distance bus station parking lot, the matte gray GTS exclusive paint shimmered under the sunlight.

Two girls with luggage and backpacks stood a few steps away, eyeing the car nervously. One fumbled with her phone, trying to sneak a photo—until she noticed Su Bai approaching.

Stunned by his looks, she suddenly realized: Wait, is he the owner?

Panicking, she dropped her phone.

"Don't worry, take a photo if you want," Su Bai said casually, even joking, "Just don't cancel me online."

"N-no, we'd never! Uh-uh..." The girl stammered.

Her slightly calmer friend asked, "This must be crazy expensive, right? That's the limited-edition high-spec color."

"Wow, you noticed!"

"Yeah, I study automotive engineering, so I know a bit... Could I get your WeChat?"

Damn!

Even introverted engineering girls were making moves now?

Is this the power of a Panamera?

Su Bai smirked internally. Knowing about cars has nothing to do with your major...

Automotive engineers don't exactly study luxury models.

The pickup line was clumsy, but for a girl, this was practically bold.

On impulse, Su Bai summoned his system interface.

A glance at the engineering girl's relationship history—Holy shit, 13?!

You look so prim with those black-framed glasses and soft voice—who knew you were wild behind the scenes?

Never judge a book by its cover... Scary how people can surprise you.

"Sorry, my WeChat's full. Also—"

He stepped aside, revealing the two women behind him.

The girl flushed, hastily making excuses before fleeing.

"Aiyo, Xiao Bai! Getting hit on left and right now, huh?" Aunt Jiang cackled. "Better keep yourself in check. These proper-looking girls? Not as innocent as they seem."

"And how exactly are they 'not innocent'? How can you tell?" Su Bai pressed, genuinely curious.

After all, he had the cheat code of his system's info panel, revealing every girl's dating history at a glance.

But Aunt Jiang had no system—how did she spot this one's hidden depths?

Just as Su Bai was expecting some profound insight, Aunt Jiang flashed a confident smile and dropped a bombshell: "It's simple. There's a faintly decadent scent about her—only girls with a chaotic love life carry that."

"...Unbelievable."

"Ehehe, Bai, your aunt has a sharp nose for these things."

"Sharp is great, but maybe don’t be so sharp next time!"

Su Bai was speechless. Aunt Jiang's logic was downright pseudoscientific!

Though, according to endocrinology, women who were... active in that department might indeed be more prone to bacterial growth and unpleasant odors...

But are you sure you can actually smell it?

Once in the car, Aunt Jiang and Su Bai bickered back and forth a few more times. It was clear she had absolute faith in her "Rekton Detection Method."

Xia Lin, sitting in the back seat, couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head.

No wonder Su Bai was such a joker—growing up around a character like Aunt Jiang would definitely keep you cheerful and far from depression.

"Let me tell you a secret," Aunt Jiang whispered into Su Bai’s ear. "Your academic advisor has a very healthy scent. Clearly someone who’s never been in a relationship and exercises regularly—super wholesome..."

"Alright, enough. I’m about to drive. If you’re bored, maybe admire the car’s interior. This thing cost almost three million."

"Three million?!"

Aunt Jiang gasped, then quickly scanned the surroundings.

She’d been too busy clowning around earlier to notice.

Now, with a proper look—wow. The lavish, high-end decor made it obvious this was no ordinary vehicle.

When Su Bai said three million, Aunt Jiang believed him.

After years of running her small business, she’d rubbed shoulders with wealthy clients—a few local affluent ladies in Ancheng loved her embroidered paintings.

She’d ridden in their cars before, some worth close to a million.

But none of them could hold a candle to this.

After a moment of mental gymnastics, Aunt Jiang’s face twisted with concern. "Bai, how much did you have to borrow for a car this expensive?"

"Huh? I didn’t take out a loan."