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"How come you didn't say anything about your arm going numb from sleep?"
Lu Xing chuckled as he massaged Xia Yeshuang's arm.
Her skin, whiter than frost and snow, showed prominent red marks after just a few light squeezes.
This made Lu Xing not dare to use much force!
Xia Yeshuang glared at Lu Xing angrily, her golden hair hiding her reddening ears.
"It's not numb from sleep!"
Lu Xing couldn't hold it in anymore.
What kind of family could raise such a die-hard tsundere?
But he didn't dwell on this issue for long and just asked.
"Are you coming to school tomorrow?"
Lu Xing didn't ask Xia Yeshuang where she had been yesterday and this morning. That wasn't something a professional simp should ask.
Respecting the client's privacy was the foremost professional quality.
But he didn't ask, and Xia Yeshuang couldn't hold it in herself.
She knew she hadn't replied to Lu Xing's message. She had actually seen it at the time, but she was in a terrible mood and didn't reply.
Of course, she couldn't explain this either.
If she could take the initiative to explain it, that would truly be the end of the world.
Seeing Lu Xing's indifferent look, Xia Yeshuang felt a little annoyed again and asked.
"You're not going to ask me where I've been these two days?"
Lu Xing smiled and asked obligingly, "Where have you been these two days?"
Xia Yeshuang saw his look, snorted angrily, turned around on the piano stool, and left Lu Xing with the back of her golden head.
Lu Xing smiled. This die-hard tsundere clearly wants people to ask.
So Lu Xing walked around to the other side, looked at Xia Yeshuang's face, and pleaded with his hands clasped together.
"Where have you been these two days? Tell me, please? I really want to know, please, please!"
Xia Yeshuang was satisfied. She proudly puffed out her chest and snorted.
"Alright, I'm only telling you because I see you really want to know."
Lu Xing nodded like a chick pecking at rice, looking very devout.
Xia Yeshuang's tone dropped, and she said sullenly.
"I got into a fight with my dad."
Huh?
Lu Xing was shocked.
This is a modern-day Nezha!
(TL: Nezha is a famous mythological figure known for his rebellious nature, including fighting with his father.)
"Why did you fight?"
"He's getting remarried."
Oh.
Lu Xing got it.
"He found you a stepmother, so you're not happy, right?"
"Wrong!"
Xia Yeshuang's anger flared up.
"He found me a step-step-step-step-step-step-step-stepmother! This is his ninth marriage!!!"
Huh?
Lu Xing was dumbfounded.
When he heard the first sentence, he thought Xia Yeshuang had stuttered. But when he heard her next sentence...
Lu Xing understood.
It really is a step-step-step-step-step-step-step-stepmother?!
Ninth marriage... which means, divorced eight times.
Holy f*ck!
Awesome!
Lu Xing was shocked.
"Your family is an eight-divorce family."
"Does your father have a hobby of collecting marriage and divorce certificates?"
Xia Yeshuang glared at Lu Xing. Lu Xing immediately fell silent.
OK, fine, I'll shut up.
Seeing that Xia Yeshuang seemed really a little unhappy, Lu Xing comforted her.
"Look on the bright side... your father is a pretty responsible person."
To find a new wife and actually get married in this economy!
Xia Yeshuang sneered.
"He signed a prenup long before the marriage. He's not ashamed, but I am. The people at the Civil Affairs Bureau and the notary office all know him!"
Lu Xing: ...
Alright, rich people are indeed not fools.
Lu Xing thought of a question, but he didn't dare to ask.
Which wife had given birth to Xia Yeshuang?
Lu Xing looked towards the window.
If he were to ask that question, he had no doubt he'd be flung straight out there!
Mm... life is more important!
At this moment, the desire to survive successfully defeated the desire to gossip.
Lu Xing magically produced a small cake from somewhere, placed it in front of Xia Yeshuang, and said with a smile.
"Let's not talk about this. Do you want something to eat?"
"It will make you feel better."
Wei Qingyu had given him the cake. He didn't want it, but he also didn't want to waste food.
So, Xia Yeshuang finishing it would be ideal. It wouldn't go to waste, it would make her happy, and all without him spending a cent.
Perfect!
Sigh, I really am a little genius of frugality!
Looking at the beautiful and exquisite small cake in front of her, Xia Yeshuang was stunned for a moment. Before she could even start to feel touched, she asked with confusion.
"This is the signature cake from Haicheng's best dessert restaurant. It's always in short supply. Where did you get it?"
Uh...
Lu Xing's breath hitched.
Huh?
The small cake Wei Qingyu gave him was this good???
He thought it was something common!
Fuck!
How do I explain this?
Lu Xing was instantly sweating profusely. After thinking for a moment, he immediately said.
"I'm sorry."
An uncomfortable feeling arose. Xia Yeshuang immediately thought of Wei Qingyu.
"Is it Wei..."
Lu Xing showed a guilty expression and said,
"I accidentally saw your student ID. Your birthday is on it. It's this Sunday, right? You have many friends, and I'm not qualified to attend your birthday party, so..."
No need to finish the sentence. The meaning was conveyed.
As a professional simp, remembering some easily overlooked small details can play a huge role at critical moments!
Xia Yeshuang turned her quick-witted little head and automatically filled in the rest, looking at Lu Xing with a complicated expression.
"So you wanted to give me a cake in advance to celebrate my birthday?"
So silly.
Really silly.
No wonder Lu Xing was so anxious to send her messages when she wasn't here these two days.
So it was because he wanted to celebrate for her.
Xia Yeshuang's heart was suddenly touched. The cakes that had cost hundreds of thousands at her birthdays in the past did not move her as much as this small cake in front of her now.
To have someone remember her birthday like this, this feeling was really...
Very good.
Xia Yeshuang was happy. She proudly lifted her chin, revealing her fair and slender neck.
"Of course, you're not worthy of coming to my birthday party."
"But seeing how pitiful you are, I'll just eat this cake."
Lu Xing let out a long sigh of relief in his heart. Damn, I got away with it!
I'm awesome!
The next second.
Xia Yeshuang added.
"Although my birthday party is at seven in the evening on the fifth floor of the Zhenghang Hotel, the security will definitely not let someone dressed as plainly as you in."
Lu Xing: ...
It's over!
It seems she's hinting.
But he has to accompany Song Junzhu on Saturdays and Sundays!
Whatever.
I'll just pretend I don't understand.
Having made up his mind, Lu Xing lowered his head, his expression unclear, but the aura he exuded was a bit gloomy.
Xia Yeshuang frowned, an annoyed expression appearing on her exquisite and lovely face. She repeated it again.
"The security will definitely not let you in. The people who are coming are wearing clothes that you couldn't earn in a lifetime. I heard there's a formal wear rental shop nearby. Hehe, sounds so shabby."
Lu Xing: ...
It's over.
She's really hinting!
Fuck!
Sis, please don't be like this. I really don't want to go!
Afraid that Xia Yeshuang would state the price of the formal wear rental shop in the next second, Lu Xing immediately cut in.
"It's okay. You've already eaten my small cake. I'm very happy."
After thinking for a moment, he added another sentence.
"I hope you have a great time on Sunday. Happy birthday in advance!"
Lu Xing's smile was so beautiful that it briefly robbed Xia Yeshuang of her ability to think. By the time she came back to her senses, she found that she had already nodded as if possessed by a ghost.
Xia Yeshuang: ???
What happened?
How did I get lost staring at Lu Xing's face?
Xia Yeshuang couldn't be bothered to be angry that Lu Xing didn't understand her hints and asked directly.
"Do you know how to cast a love spell?" (TL: The Chinese word refers to a type of black magic/voodoo involving poisonous insects. You can see it as a form of Chinese Witchcraft using insects known as Gu.)
Huh?
Lu Xing was truly confused.
Are you trying to cast a love spell on Wei Qingyu? So vicious at such a young age? Is the hatred already this deep?
Then I definitely can't mention Wei Qingyu in front of her!
In order to dispel this dangerous idea of Xia Yeshuang's, Lu Xing immediately said, "I am a firm materialist warrior. I don't believe in this kind of thing."
Lies.
Actually, I pray to the heavens every day to make me rich!
Xia Yeshuang clearly didn't believe it and snorted. "Is that so?"
Lu Xing himself didn't believe it and nodded.
But it didn't matter.
He had told too many lies in his life.
If there really is a god, why didn't he come to save me when I was about to starve to death?
When people are embarrassed, they pretend to be busy.
So Lu Xing took advantage of the time Xia Yeshuang was eating the small cake to tidy up the piano room for her.
Xia Yeshuang lay on the piano lid, nonchalantly putting the sweet cake into her mouth, but her eyes followed Lu Xing's movements as he tidied up.
Lu Xing's hardware was very good. Even just his back could give people an infinite sense of reliability.
As if possessed by a ghost, Xia Yeshuang opened her camera.
The next second.
Click.
It's over!
I forgot to mute it!
Lu Xing turned his head in confusion and saw Xia Yeshuang's face flushed red, fumbling to hide her phone.
Clang.
In her panic, the phone, worth tens of thousands, fell to the ground.
Xia Yeshuang's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
I secretly took a picture of Lu Xing... will he be angry?
But, but– I'm the client! I'm the client! I paid!
But that's no reason to take a secret picture!
Two little people were fighting wildly in Xia Yeshuang's mind, making her expression even uglier.
Lu Xing calmly bent down and picked up the phone.
After checking that the phone was not damaged from the fall, Lu Xing looked at Xia Yeshuang with a smile.
"Want to take a photo together?"
Xia Yeshuang was stunned.
Actually, as long as it was a secret photo with clothes on, Lu Xing could completely accept it.
Mm... one without clothes on isn't impossible either.
It's just...
You have to add money. (TL : What can I say? I respect the hustle.)
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