Only After I Was Reborn Did I Realize That I Had Childhood Sweethearts Chapter 286: The Dinner at Liu Xiaoyus Home

Lin Guochuan’s dical report was a stark reminder of how middle age brings a barrage of health issues. Beyond the terrifying lung nodules, his results revealed a laundry list of other abnormalities. Liang ijuan wasn’t spared either—her tests showed concerningly low blood levels.

This wake-up call made the couple take their health seriously. Persuaded by Lin Youxi, they decided to focus on recuperation while completing their ho renovations.

With Liang ijuan no longer accompanying the trio to Jiangcheng, the three would be on their own for their final school year.

In the past, i Fang’s mother, Xiang Xiaoxia, would have been the first to vehently oppose this arrangent. Balancing academics and self-care during the grueling gaokao prep would have seed impossible.

But these three weren’t ordinary students.

Both Xia Yuan and Lin Youxi had secured advantages—Xia Yuan through arts program recomndations (needing only to et the baseline university entrance score), while Lin Youxi had direct admission offers from top-tier universities. Only i Fang, having abandoned programming olympiads, lacked such perks.

Yet as the undisclosed owner of C-Site, he’d already received special admission inquiries from schools impressed by his entrepreneurial achievents.

i Fang wasn’t particularly interested in preferential treatnt. His priorities were clear: he needed a university offering flexibility to run his business, ideally located in an area with valuable connections.

Academic prestige mattered less than institutional support, funding, and progressive policies. He already had targets in mind but would finalize decisions during senior year.

After Lunar New Year, i Fang remained in Baii County to strengthen ties with both sets of parents while his own family returned to Baizhou.

Yu Ling, having watched him grow up as his elentary teacher, trusted him beyond typical in-law bonds.

Xia Xun, though reluctant to surrender his treasured daughter, acknowledged i Fang was an ideal match.

Liang ijuan, after two years living together in Jiangcheng, deeply approved of him. While saddened her daughter couldn’t be with him romantically, she cherished their unshakable bond.

Even Lin Guochuan, despite limited interactions, recognized i Fang as the boy his daughter valued most—soone he could confidently entrust her to.

This hard-earned trust from all four parents could evaporate instantly if mishandled. The upcoming “breakup” performance with Xia Yuan would require ticulous planning.

Though school officially resud on the 16th, the trio planned to return earlier by the 7th—coinciding with corporate reopening dates. As leadership, i Fang needed to distribute red envelopes, fostering company camaraderie.

But on the 6th, Liu Xiaoyu reached out unexpectedly: after explaining everything to her family, her father had consented to her music studies—on condition of eting i Fang and Xia Yuan over dinner.

When i Fang consulted Xia Yuan, she agreed without hesitation:

“Of course we’ll go! This is the result of your efforts—I won’t let it go to waste.”

(True to his virtuous boyfriend code, i Fang had kept both girls fully inford about his interactions with Liu Xiaoyu, including her recent breakthroughs.)

Xia Yuan practically vibrated with excitent. “Xiaoyu finally committing to music is amazing! Now my band won’t lack a keyboardist…”

“Just need a drumr then. Open auditions should work?”

“Mhm~ No rush though. Everyone’s swamped with studies these two years—I won’t disrupt that. Especially Xue… her grades must be struggling.”

“Grades aren’t everything. Peng Xue doesn’t have our resources to balance academics and careers…”

“True.”

When i Fang called Liu Xiaoyu to confirm their attendance, her delighted voice detailed al preferences and timing.

Only Xia Yuan accompanied him—Lin Youxi, uninvited, stayed with her family.

Arriving with gifts in hand, they were greeted by a casually dressed Liu Xiaoyu. “No need to remove shoes—just use these slips. Here, YuanYuan.”

Her father, a square-jawed man with booming voice, erged. Despite Liu Xiaoyu’s warnings about his traditionalism, he welcod them warmly.

“You must be i Fang and Xia Yuan! Co in!”

His gaze lingered curiously on Xia Yuan, who cheerfully presented their gifts:

“A small token for our first visit!”

“Ah, no need for formalities…” Accepting them, he mused, “I actually saw you as a child—just a tiny thing then. Now a household-na star!”

“Hardly! Just singing casually, building on childhood practice.”

“Our Xiaoyu loved music young too. Quite talented, but…” Regret flickered across his face before Liu Xiaoyu interjected:

“Dad, today’s about dinner.”

“Right, right! Our place is modest—please, sit!”

Their single-story ho, smaller than Lin Youxi’s, showed its age through boxy CRT TVs and worn furniture. Besides parents, Liu Xiaoyu had a shy elentary-aged brother who peeked from behind her—his timid deanor eerily mirroring i Fang’s past self.