"What kind of nonsense are you up to?" Su Bai eyed Chen Yusheng's flustered demeanor and couldn't help but tease, "Is this your first time seeing an Audi A7L? Getting shy?"
"No! Of course not. I just wanted to see what Aunt Jiang looks like—just from a distance. It doesn’t feel like the right time for a proper introduction yet..."
"Is Aunt Jiang some kind of corporate HR final boss or something? I don’t think you need to prepare anything special to meet her," Su Bai reassured her. "She’s really easygoing, even more so than you, if you can believe it."
"???"
Chen Yusheng was both amused and annoyed by Su Bai’s remark, playfully swatting at him.
After a bit of banter, her nervousness faded somewhat.
It wasn’t that Chen Yusheng was being overly cautious—she just cared deeply about Su Bai, and since Aunt Jiang was his family, of course she wanted to make a good first impression.
She’d spent the whole day at the office without putting much effort into her outfit: a loose long-sleeved T-shirt that draped over her thighs, paired with slightly thicker black leggings (the weather was getting chilly, after all), and a pair of worn-out canvas shoes.
Just your average college girl look.
But she couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t respectful enough for Aunt Jiang.
And then there was her social anxiety.
When she noticed Xia Lin walking alongside them, Chen Yusheng’s confidence took another hit.
"Seems like your godmother really likes Director Xia," she murmured, her voice dropping as she shuffled closer to Su Bai, taking small, hesitant steps.
Her emotions were an open book—no guessing required.
And Su Bai loved that about her.
He had no patience for moody, unpredictable women who expected him to read their minds.
I’d rather spend my time analyzing Hidetaka Miyazaki’s level design. That’s way more interesting than deciphering a woman’s thoughts!
But Chen Yusheng was different. Clearly, she was intimidated by Xia Lin’s poised, aristocratic aura.
Su Bai couldn’t help but suspect that Director Xia was doing this on purpose. If she was heading back for the family dinner, she could’ve just parted ways with them at the intersection before Yashige Plaza.
Yet here she was, trailing them all the way to the underground parking lot. Hard not to think she was flexing her young lady prestige.
Well, well. These women will stop at nothing to become my main squeeze, huh?
"You’re overthinking it," Su Bai said. "Aunt Jiang adores young women. She’s the type to gush over every girl she meets—'Oh, what a lovely girl! She’d be perfect for Su Bai!'"
"Is she really that dramatic?" Chen Yusheng asked skeptically.
"Absolutely. After raising someone as chaotic as Jiang Qiuran, Aunt Jiang finds every other girl downright angelic."
"..."
Chen Yusheng knew Su Bai was just trying to comfort her. After all, it was obvious he had a soft spot for Xia Lin too.
Ugh. That woman is just too polished—so mature, so well-connected. For Su Bai’s sake, I should encourage him to spend more time with her.
But it still stung!
"Stop overanalyzing. Tomorrow, Aunt Jiang’s visiting her middle school friend, so we’ve got the whole day to ourselves—gaming marathon at home."
Su Bai wrapped his arms around Chen Yusheng from behind, nuzzling her neck and ears until she squirmed, giggling uncontrollably.
For a tall, leggy beauty like her, being held from behind—his hands resting on her waist—was pure bliss.
From this angle, he could admire everything: her silky hair, delicate collarbones, slender waist, and most importantly, those long legs wrapped in sheer leggings.
Up close, the scent of her shampoo mingled with the soft, porcelain skin near her ears.
"Mmm..."
By the time the elevator arrived, Chen Yusheng was practically boneless from Su Bai’s teasing.
No choice but to let him carry her inside piggyback-style.
She buried her face against his shoulder, determined to avoid Zhou Jialu’s inevitable teasing once they got home.
Zhou Jialu always greeted Su Bai at the door—her phone was synced to the smart doorbell system of their duplex. The moment Su Bai stepped inside, she’d drop whatever she was doing and rush to the living room to welcome her "junior hubby" home.
It had a distinctly Japanese-housewife vibe, but Zhou Jialu believed it was essential for reinforcing her role as the household’s caretaker in Su Bai’s mind.
Looks and curves fade, but leaving an indelible mark on his heart is the key to staying by his side long-term.
There’d never be a shortage of young, stunning women vying for a top-tier catch like Su Bai.
But most wouldn’t last.
Because they weren’t smart enough.
The real strategy? Make him need you.
"Is Yusheng okay? Not feeling well?" Zhou Jialu asked.
"Nah, she’s just embarrassed. One more glance and she might combust," Su Bai quipped.
"Ah... okay then," Zhou Jialu chuckled, though she didn’t fully grasp the couple’s inside jokes.
It was like they had their own private dimension of absurdity.
But that was fine. Her job right now was simple: help Su Bai out of his shoes, put them away, and hand him a glass of freshly squeezed juice.
She’d timed it perfectly—the juice was freshly made just before Su Bai arrived.
(Fruit oxidizes ridiculously fast; it’s practically spoiling as you blend it.)
Luckily, their high-end kitchen came with a top-tier juicer designed to lock in freshness.
Zhou Jialu had never used appliances this luxurious before.
Su Bai took the glass, its contents a vibrant yellow-red hue with ice cubes clinking inside.
One sip—sweet, tangy, refreshing.
"Nice. What’s in it?"
"Blood orange and pomelo, with a touch of honey. Wan Xinyan picked them up during today’s grocery run."
"Not bad. Tastes like that bottled C100 drink, but fancier."
"Glad you like it, junior~"
"Yusheng, try some."
Su Bai lifted the glass toward his shoulder. Chen Yusheng peeked out from behind her hair, took a sip, and immediately retreated.
Zhou Jialu barely caught a glimpse of her face.
All thanks to Chen Yusheng’s lush, silky black hair—so thick and straight it could double as a privacy curtain.
That hair volume is unreal... Zhou Jialu marveled inwardly. Guys must adore it—long black hair screams "innocent first love." And girls? Pure envy. These days, young people shedding hair is practically a given.
Heck, just surviving the gaokao (college entrance exams) was enough to make some girls’ hair fall out in clumps.
During her grueling sales job days, Zhou Jialu had lost plenty herself. Only after settling into this comfortable life had it started recovering.
Gotta take care of it. Can’t let it thin out visibly by my late twenties—how embarrassing would that be?
Especially since Chen Yusheng and Wan Xinyan were both three years younger.
By the time Su Bai carried Chen Yusheng into the master bedroom, Wan Xinyan finally showed up—lugging shopping bags, as usual.
No one even knew what she’d bought this time.
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
