"Nick, I’m your sister..." How can he curse his own sister without sha? Is that sothing a brother should say? Is it?
Nick Hawes Lee scoffed, "If you weren’t my sister, this call wouldn’t even happen. I would have told you to roll back ho and stop embarrassing yourself out there."
"You..."
"I’m telling you one last ti, don’t cause trouble, don’t ss with Bo Yan."
Ah...
Staring at the phone that had been hung up for a long ti, she raised her hand and threw the phone out. It smashed into pieces on the ground. Little Assistant hurriedly ran over, picked up the pieces from the ground, and stood next to Catherine like a quail. Catherine looked over with a distant gaze, "Do you also think that I have no sha?"
Little Assistant did think so, but dared not say, and busily shook her head.
"No."
"Hmph..." Catherine stood up and walked carelessly toward the lounge. Little Assistant jogged to keep up, "Catherine, where are you going? You have your part in a mont."
"I need to calm down, I’ll be right back. Do not follow ."
Little Assistant imdiately stopped in her tracks, wanting to speak but watching Catherine’s receding figure in silence: "..."
...
The official blog exploded, but it had nothing to do with Yuran. She played with Lego bricks on the living room carpet with Zhizhi, assembling their first collaborative robot, which they perfected to a tee. Zhizhi walked around the robot and smiled, "I’ll place the robot in the most noticeable spot in my room. This is the first project Mom and I completed together."
"Mom can also help Zhizhi with other stuff in the future. Zhizhi can play with this. There’s no reason to buy sothing and not allow Zhizhi to play with it."
Zhizhi thought for a mont, "Next ti, can Zhizhi help Mom with sothing Mom likes?"
"Sure."
Ao Chen saw Bo Yan’s post on the official blog and wasn’t surprised. From the way he nearly tore down the house, it was clear he was a petty, jealous man who wouldn’t let another woman take advantage of him and make Yuran disgusted.
So was Yuran’s phone turned off not just because of him but also because of these things on the official blog?
Thinking this, Ao Chen still didn’t feel any better.
Thinking about how Bo Yan wouldn’t even leave him a single lock, he still felt an extre, teeth-grinding hatred.
Ao Chen waited until Little Assistant called him again. The house had been set up, just with ready-made furniture, delivery, and quick on-site installation by the company’s staff. Little Assistant was very proficient in her work. By a little past seven in the evening, everything was in place. He ca ho and felt that nothing was particularly warm, just like the hotel he frequently stayed at.
With a darkened face, Ao Chen’s gaze fell on Little Assistant. "Did you arrange this?"
Little Assistant was puzzled. Was sothing wrong?
"Mr. Ao, I arranged it just like your ho in Arica, but a smaller version. Is there sothing wrong?"
Everything was wrong.
But he couldn’t articulate this feeling clearly and could only wave his hand, "Alright, alright, I don’t need you anymore. I’ll be alone, now off you go."
Little Assistant nodded repeatedly, "Alright, I’m leaving now, Mr. Ao."
A typical example of ditching one after crossing the river.
But Little Assistant didn’t dare to say it.
...
Yuran saw Ao Chen again three days later. The voices on the official blog had completely subsided, and even the hot topics had disappeared. Upon her return to Museli, she was still holding the contract, and she looked at Ao Chen quizzically when she saw the completely renovated apartnt.
"Didn’t you like the previous style? Why did you change it so quickly?"
Ao Chen felt like he was spitting blood, his gaze mournful. "You didn’t know?"
Confused, Yuran closed the door and sat down in front of Ao Chen, casually handing him the contract. "Should I have known sothing?"
Ao Chen said, "It’s all because of Bo Yan, that jerk! Just because he’s rich, he thinks he’s so great. He almost tore down this entire place. I can’t use the bedding you slept in, and even the locks you used are off-limits to . He’s toxic, isn’t he?"
After a stunned mont, Yuran’s face turned endlessly awkward before she resud her normal composure. "He is a bit petty, but..."
"But what?"
"I can’t resist how much I like him."
Ao Chen: "...You must have so kind of embarrassing fetish."
The two of them were both ntors and friends, really, and there was no topic they couldn’t discuss. That’s why Ao Chen could speak so bluntly. Hearing this, Yuran pretended not to understand, "You have such diverse interests, nothing can stop you. Aren’t you afraid of knowing too much?"
"I..." Ao Chen was nearly driven mad by this couple. "Couldn’t you spend so ti improving your knowledge and making so friends, instead of unreasonably marrying a jerk? He’s petty, scheming, jealous, nitpicky – doesn’t it bother you that he has nothing but flaws?"
Yuran raised an eyebrow. "What I see are all his good points – handso, wealthy, well-built, a good man."
"Love is blind," Ao Chen comnted wryly.
Yuran shrugged, not rejecting this summary. As the saying goes, like a drink of water, only the drinker knows the warmth or the cold – the state of their relationship was for them to know.
To Yuran, Bo Yan was just that good, that perfect.
Ao Chen couldn’t stand seeing her look so blissful. He grabbed the contract and began to review it, picking at details relentlessly. "You’re responsible for getting my contracts in order during this ti. Co here every day. In the future, when your son has class, you should take him yourself. Don’t let that jerk drop him off."
"Also, who gave you permission to teach your son to call Grandmaster? Have you ever seen a young grandmaster who’s thirty-five?
When you taught him to call Grandmaster, did it not hurt your conscience? How could you teach him to call that so naturally?"
Listening to his non-stop complaints, Yuran was sowhat dumbfounded, then stared at him wide-eyed, motionless.
First of all, thirty-five really isn’t young.
Moreover, the term "Grandmaster" indeed doesn’t bring to mind soone in their seventies or eighties;
And lastly, no, the conscience doesn’t hurt at all.
Seeing Yuran speechless, Ao Chen felt the anger in his heart slightly alleviated, and his mood improved. "Have him call ’Master,’ alright?"
Yuran blinked. "Look, Master, if my son calls you Master, am I taking advantage of you, or is he taking advantage of ? Then what should my son call ? Senior Sister? Let tell you, we shouldn’t ss up our seniority. Don’t talk nonsense."
Ao Chen’s eyes widened. "What about respecting your teacher and valuing the Dao? Are the teacher’s words not like imperial edicts to you?"
Yuran, "When did I ever tell you I studied those things? Don’t slap labels on , I’m not buying it."
Ao Chen, "I knew it, I just knew it. Being with that jerk has changed you."
Stop calling him a jerk all the ti, it’s too much.
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