Steamed Mullet

After wandering around for hours, Little Wei's legs were practically numb before Si finally led her into a residential complex.

"Where is this?" Little Wei asked.

"By all accounts, this should be your home."

As soon as they entered the building, Si knocked on the door of the first-floor unit.

Before long, the door opened from the inside, revealing Gu Yu's refined face. Admittedly, he looked much more handsome now than he did back in the cultivation world.

"Sis-in-law," Gu Yu greeted Si, then fixed his gaze on Little Wei.

"This must be my brother, right? But why is he even shorter than he was in the cultivation world?" Gu Yu asked, visibly puzzled.

Little Wei: "..."

Could this tactless little brother just drop dead already?

She was seriously fed up with this idiot.

Steamed blackfish.

"I'm your brother. Show some respect," Little Wei said, too tired to bother arguing further.

Gu Yu pursed his lips but didn’t dwell on it, stepping aside to let them in.

"Come in, come in!"

Gu Yu had been looking forward to meeting his brother for a while. Their father hadn’t seen him in years, though he’d already given Father Gu a heads-up. Father Gu had taken it in stride—after all, reincarnation was unpredictable, and gender or appearance didn’t really matter.

But when Father Gu caught sight of Little Wei’s 160 cm stature, he nearly spilled his tea.

"Wei'er?" Father Gu tentatively called out.

"It’s me," Little Wei nodded.

Father Gu took a long moment before standing up, hovering awkwardly in front of her, unsure whether to pat her head or do something else. Eventually, he just coughed twice, treating it as a reunion.

"Well, the important thing is we’ve finally met. At least now you’re whole again. Oh, and this little girl—Si, she’s yours, right? You’ve worked hard." Father Gu patted Si’s shoulder.

Si considered correcting him but decided against dropping any bombshells.

They had dinner together before leaving, though not before dumping Gu Shengsheng on Gu Yu.

Little Wei and Si still had paperwork to handle.

By the time they finished the mountain of documents, Little Wei was dizzy and nauseous.

"Here’s your access card. You can use it to enter the company and access floors. As for inheriting Ye Jin’s position, the transfer process will take a while, so no rush," Si said, shoving the paperwork into Little Wei’s hands.

"So, where are we going now?" Little Wei asked.

Si glanced into the distance.

"Back to my place, of course."

Little Wei: ?

So impatient! Damn this woman—couldn’t she keep her mind out of the gutter for once?

Steamed blackfish.

"I’m exhausted," Si murmured, lowering her eyes.

"Really?" Little Wei sounded skeptical.

"I haven’t rested in over a thousand years. Even a workhorse needs a break, don’t you think?" Si rubbed her temples.

Managing the company wasn’t overly strict, but keeping tabs on hosts completing missions drained her mentally. Right now, all she wanted was sleep.

"Do workhorses even get breaks?" Little Wei challenged. "Aren’t they just worked to death?"

Si shot her a glare, and Little Wei promptly shut her mouth.

Fine, forget she said anything.

Ugh, Sis is so scary.

Still, they soon arrived at Si’s place. Gu Shengsheng’s room was on the other side, so Little Wei flopped onto the bed the second they entered, playing dead.

"I’m so tired too," she whined, nearly whimpering.

What’s the cure for kidney deficiency?

Si: "..."

"Then let’s sleep. We’ll do morning exercises tomorrow," Si said, collapsing beside her and wrapping an arm around Little Wei’s soft waist.

She really was exhausted.

Little Wei squirmed uncomfortably, but before she could drift off, something clicked.

"Morning exercises? The company requires that?"

Si didn’t answer—she was already asleep.

Realization dawned on Little Wei, and her face flushed red. She wriggled out of Si’s embrace and burrowed under the covers.

Could this horny woman just drop dead already?

She couldn’t take it anymore.

So annoying.

Still, she stayed sprawled on the bed, resigned to her fate. Whatever, it’s not like I can get pregnant now.

At least that nightmare wouldn’t repeat itself.

Besides, she’d ascend to godhood soon—no need to worry about raising kids for old-age security.

Little Wei dozed off, only to wake up later with Si standing over the bed.

"What are you doing?" Little Wei shrank back at the sight of the goddess in her lavish robes.

No way. Not happening. I’m still sleepy.

After a long silence, Si finally spoke.

"But… you seduced me."

Little Wei: ???

Bullshit! Since when am I the type to randomly seduce people?

She glanced down at herself—oh no. She’d forgotten to change out of her clothes last night, and after tossing and turning, her skirt had ridden up.

Okay, maybe it was a little tempting.

But it wasn’t seduction!

Before she could explain, Si tilted her chin up.

"Mmph—"

Seriously, I don’t want to do anything extreme right now. I’m hungry.

To her dismay, by the time morning passed, she hadn’t eaten—just drank her fill.

So gross.

A shower improved her mood, and Si cooked as an apology.

"Don’t ever do that again," Little Wei scolded.

Si paused, then smiled faintly.

"Sure. Next time, I won’t."

"Really?" Little Wei was skeptical.

Since when does she listen to me?

"Of course I’m lying. It’s a natural thing—no need to be so shy. Besides, you were the one who started it last time. Remember, before you left the previous world?" Si set the food on the table.

As for Gu Shengsheng, she’d stay with Gu Yu for the next few days. They hadn’t met before, but Gu Shengsheng could take care of herself.

Despite looking five or six years old, the company’s knowledge transfer meant she had an adult’s understanding—aside from cooking, she could manage just fine.

"Oh, so it’s my fault now? I was just excited to see you after so long," Little Wei scoffed.

Okay, fine, maybe it was a case of lust at first sight.

But who was the real temptress here? Either way, she hadn’t lost out.

"Oh, so you were excited back then, but not anymore? I didn’t take you for a heartless scoundrel," Si remarked, feigning surprise.

"Time passes, you see more, and suddenly it’s not special anymore? The feelings fade, right?"

Feeling unwell today, so I’ll only update two chapters. The ending was planned long ago—I originally wanted to write a million words, but with no traction at 50,000, there’s little hope for the future. Plus, I haven’t taken a single day off since January, writing 6,000 words daily—equivalent to cranking out eight or nine essays a day. It’s turned me into nothing but a typing machine.

I did take one day off before, but even then, I wasn’t really resting—I was working on a short story instead.

My body is genuinely exhausted, and my mind feels foggy. Though the main story is complete, there will still be bonus chapters.

My routine has been disrupted for a long time now, and it’s not something a few days of rest can fix. Honestly, even an immortal herb—or a workhorse from a production brigade—needs breaks sometimes.

Otherwise, I might end up unable to have kids later.

I’ll write new stories in the future, likely before summer vacation starts.

If you have requests for bonus chapters, leave a comment here—slice-of-life themes preferred.

Love you all.