Yuran led her out, "Who asked you to come this morning, looking so fierce that even I was scared!"
Qi Nian followed behind her, looking unconvinced, "You’re talking nonsense, where were you scared?"
As the voices of the two faded away, the classmates in the room looked at each other, and someone said awkwardly, "After all this fuss, is this just their way of getting along?"
"Hmm, it seems we misunderstood."
Qi Nian brought Yuran to Qi Younian’s residential complex, a peaceful place amidst the turmoil, in the style of Suzhou Gardens, which at a glance seemed suitable for retirement; Yuran chuckled to herself: After so many years, his taste remained as singular as ever.
Qi Nian felt guilty all the way, talking a lot to Yuran to ease the tension, while Yuran didn’t mind; the more Qi Nian talked, the more nervous she became.
Seeing that Yuran wasn’t responding, her nervousness escalated, "Yuran, don’t stop talking, okay? I’ve already told you, I only knew because I overheard my uncle talking on the phone. He really dislikes people eavesdropping on his calls; he’ll definitely kick me out."
Yuran pondered, "Wow, is your uncle’s temper really that bad?"
To Qi Nian, these words were undoubtedly criticizing her uncle, and her face immediately darkened, "My uncle is very nice, how could his temper be bad? Don’t talk nonsense."
This girl kept digging her own grave, hadn’t she noticed?
Yuran noticed a very clear state of Qi Nian’s—that she couldn’t speak ill of her uncle, and neither could anyone else.
As soon as she heard it, she would immediately turn hostile.
She had heard Qi Younian mention he had a niece before, but she hadn’t expected her to be so grown up.
And to think that after her own rebirth, she ended up at the same school with her; what a coincidence, truly.
Yuran said with a smile, "I didn’t say that, it’s you who described your uncle’s character as bad."
Qi Nian became so angry that her face turned red, "I don’t want to talk to you anymore, if I have to leave, I’ll leave."
The girl was too easily teased; looking at her angry little face, how wronged must she feel?
"Alright, alright, don’t be petty. I’ll speak up for you!"
"Really?" Qi Nian’s face changed in a second.
While talking, the two arrived at the base of Qi Younian’s building. Qi Nian, familiar with the place, led Yuran inside. Qi Younian, who was supposed to be out, turned out to be at home.
Qi Nian panicked like a quail, instantly running behind Yuran to hide, with her head well concealed.
"Qi Nian, come out." Seeing a stranger, Qi Younian frowned displeasedly, staring at Qi Nian cowardly hidden behind Yuran, "Qi Nian."
The first time Qi Younian spoke coldly, the second time with a hint of anger.
No longer daring to hide, Qi Nian nervously peeked out half of her head, her round eyes staring at Qi Younian, with a smile that was almost pleading, yet her voice was so tense she was nearly crying, "Uncle..."
Qi Younian looked at her, a helpless hand to his forehead, his gaze moving to Yuran, his furrowed brows still not relaxed a bit, "May I ask who you are...?"
"M.YU..." Yuran met Qi Younian’s eyes directly. At that glimpse, Qi Younian’s body imperceptibly jolted, a look of disbelief rising in his eyes.
Though he quickly regained his composure, the way he looked at Yuran became more probing.
Seeing her uncle’s focus shift, Qi Nian patted her chest and scampered to her bedroom, leaving behind the words, "You guys talk, I’m going to change my clothes."