Restricted Fantasy I Chapter 77: A Girl’s Feelings

"Ask... don’t ask... ask... don’t ask... ask..."

"Creak..."

"I’m back."

The villa’s front door swung open.

Jiang Xiong, looking refined in his glasses, had his suit jacket draped over his arm as he changed into his slippers at the entryway.

Before he even glanced in the direction of Bai Yi’s room on the first floor, the scene in the living room stopped him in his tracks.

There, sitting in the living room, was his stepdaughter, Bai Yi, wearing a headband to hold back her bangs and a pure white hydrating face mask on her face.

Her eyes were red, and she was clutching a bundle of fake flowers, plucking the petals off one by one.

The table was already littered with torn petals and broken fake flowers—clearly, the one in her hands wasn’t the first victim.

She plucked a petal and whispered with a trembling voice—

"Ask..."

Then she plucked another, her lips quivering again.

"Don’t ask..."

This was the last petal.

Which ant… the result was "don’t ask."

"Ahhh! But if I don’t ask, how am I supposed to sleep?!"

Frustrated, Bai Yi tossed the now-bald flower stem onto the table and angrily grabbed another one.

"......"

Jiang Xiong curiously glanced at the ss on the table and asked—

"Yiyi, what exactly are you doing?"

"Huh? Uncle Jiang, you’re back..."

Bai Yi’s movents stiffened.

With the face mask covering her expression, Jiang Xiong could only tell she was startled from her slightly open mouth.

"...Where’s your mom?"

"Still doing her skincare routine. It’ll probably take her another hour or two. I got impatient, so I ca back first."

"...Oh, alright then."

Jiang Xiong hung up his jacket, tidying himself up as he continued—

"You’re doing a face mask this late at night, and you look all worked up. Sothing happen?

"Your agency just sent out a release invitation today, and Manager Little Ji said everything looked good… So, is it sothing at school?"

Bai Yi fiddled with the fake flower, as if suddenly feeling guilty about destroying it.

She pouted, hesitated for a mont, then finally admitted that she had invited Yan Huan today—

And he still hadn’t replied.

Hearing it was about "Fan A