"Speaking of which, I was actually somewhat intentional today, I just hadn’t expected that your brother had reserved this room," He Wenyu tugged at the corner of his mouth, looking at Luo Qianqian’s straight back. "You must have noticed, right?"
"Noticed what? I’m just a kid, I don’t know anything." Luo Qianqian got up, grabbed a bottle of water from the table, opened it, took a sip, and looked at He Wenyu with a smile in her eyes.
"You’re such a clever little sprite." He Wenyu sat up and stretched out a hand to Luo Qianqian. "Aren’t you going to hurry up and give me a sip?"
Luo Qianqian handed her water to He Wenyu, with a look of disgust, "It took me so much effort to open it."
"Off you go, off you go," He Wenyu drank most of the water in one go, then finally spoke with a calm voice, "I didn’t introduce your brother’s status."
Luo Qianqian feigned surprise, covering her mouth, "I thought you were considering my reputation, turns out it wasn’t like that, I misunderstood you, huh?" Her exaggerated facial expression made He Wenyu unable to keep a straight face, and soon, he burst into laughter.
"Enough already, he’s your fiancé, forget about reputation or not reputation. In fact, I was kind of curious to see how he would handle it." He Wenyu recounted calmly, "Watching him wearing an ill-fitting suit didn’t bother me, his wanting to hold my hand didn’t bother me, and neither did dining together, but I just don’t like his behavior of not being self-motivated yet doubting others, and then questioning others’ efforts. Do you know what he said to me downstairs? He said you getting into university wasn’t without the help of this wealthy young master. If he’s so incredible, why not just arrange both me and him into your school, then? He wouldn’t have to suffer here... Hehe, at that moment, I really felt like he and I are not from the same world."
"Wow, wow, wow, your brother is that amazing? Say it earlier, then I wouldn’t have exhausted myself studying." Luo Qianqian pursed her lips, her face full of smiles, "Unfortunately, I met your brother only after I entered university. I always feel he will soon come to you admitting his mistake, claiming that seeing such an excellent brother made him feel inferior and that’s why he said those things, do you believe it?" In truth, Luo Qianqian wanted to say, he would claim, it’s all because He Wenyu wouldn’t hand himself over to him, leading him to have all sorts of wild thoughts, pressing He Wenyu to compromise.
"I..." He Wenyu was about to speak but sighed instead, the answer going without saying.
Listening to the fluctuating voices inside the room, Lin Jiayou was still quite worried, occasionally walking to the door to eavesdrop; however, he could not make out anything clear, knowing only that there were people talking inside, nothing more.
"Aren’t you worried at all?" Lin Jiayou slumped on the sofa, looking at Jimo Cheng who was seriously watching the news, his face full of confusion.
"Asking doesn’t necessarily mean he will tell you. If he wants to tell you, he will, without you needing to ask," Jimo Cheng smiled, "Would you like to order some food and wait?"
"We just ate, do you think I’m a pig? But... girls seem to like eating sweets when they’re feeling down, can we order some?" Lin Jiayou, who had never stayed in such a high-end place before, didn’t know what services were available, and could only hesitantly look to Jimo Cheng.
Jimo Cheng nodded, picked up the menu next to the phone, and handed it to Lin Jiayou.
Lin Jiayou clicked his tongue in amazement, they had such a service?
Jimo Cheng looked toward the closed room door, a hint of a smile on his face. Between young girls, how come there’s so much to talk about? He felt somewhat envious; why didn’t Jin Yuee and he have that many topics? Perhaps they hadn’t experienced enough together?
"Brother," Luo Qianqian partially opened the door, popping half her little head out.
"What is it?" Jimo Cheng looked up, seeing her like that, he couldn’t help but smile, she really looked like a pitiful little puppy who wanted to come in but didn’t dare to.
"Need lots of sweets." Luo Qianqian said with a serious expression, "And a hard-boiled egg."
"Okay." Jimo Cheng nodded and looked at Luo Qianqian, "What would you like to drink?"
"I want to drink milk. Xiao Yu... I’d better ask." Saying that, she closed the door again.
Lin Jiayou, who was looking at the menu, showed a puzzled expression: "Is she a child or something? The kind that hasn’t been weaned?"
Jimo Cheng was startled and then thought of Luo Qianqian’s reasoning. She must have been triggered by her height again. Considering He Wenyu was already over one meter fifty, nearly reaching one meter sixty, whereas Luo Qianqian was still striving to reach one meter fifty.
Unable to suppress a smile, he then observed Luo Qianqian sticking her head out again hesitantly, "Brother Jiayou, drinking alcohol isn’t allowed, is it?"
"Of course not!" Lin Jiayou immediately declared righteously, visibly displeased, "Are you even of age? Drinking now, aren’t you learning bad habits? Are you asking for a beating?"
Jimo Cheng also frowned and shook his head but, perhaps understanding He Wenyu’s emotional instability, he suggested, "Coffee has a similar effect and goes better with desserts. If you don’t like coffee, café au lait is also pretty good."
"Let’s go with that then," Luo Qianqian quickly agreed. She knew He Wenyu’s idea would be dismissed, so she had no hopes at all.
"Hmph." From the still-open door, He Wenyu’s dissatisfaction was clearly audible: "Who’s asking for a beating? Want to fight?"
Lin Jiayou stared incredulously. What, everyone is rebelling today? Did they think that because they’re not family, he wouldn’t dare to discipline them?
However, on second thought, he truly wouldn’t dare. He didn’t know about others, but Luo Qianqian... she would definitely resort to all sorts of methods to retaliate if he beat He Wenyu, including but not limited to snitching. Just the thought made his back shiver.
Jimo Cheng watched Lin Jiayou as he furiously made phone calls to order food while casting mournful glances toward the room.
Luo Qianqian, seeing He Wenyu continuously crying, also felt quite helpless: "Hey, didn’t we all open up already? What’s with this ceaseless crying, making it seem like I bullied you or something?"
"Am I not upset?" He Wenyu sobbed, the face of aggrievement, "Isn’t it because I feel confused about the future? Instead of comforting me, you’re scolding me. Are we even good sisters?"
"No, we are more like plastic sisters," Luo Qianqian raised an eyebrow, "If you keep crying, I’ll open the window and throw you out, just like I’ve been violated or something... And it truly is this kind of environment..."
"You’ve learned to be bad, wuwuwu." He Wenyu, utterly shocked by Luo Qianqian’s words, then rolled around on the bed hugging a pillow, "You’re not my cute little thing anymore..."
"Go wash your face quickly, as red as a rabbit." With a bathroom in the room, He Wenyu didn’t need to worry about appearing in front of the two outside with that look.
Luo Qianqian watched He Wenyu enter the bathroom, her smile suddenly vanished, turning very serious.
Zhao Wenxuan shouldn’t be like this, worrying about losing out and jealously arguing with Xiao Yu? It didn’t make sense. Shouldn’t he be the one annoyed by Xiao Yu being clingy? Why did he seem different from the person she remembered?