CHAPTER 280: Qin & Tang Extra 54
Fu Yujun covered her mouth with the back of her hand, coughing lightly to suppress the smile at her lips before finally stepping out of the bathroom.
Wen Shuxian sat beside Guan Han, winking exaggeratedly at Fu Yujun from an angle Guan couldn't see.
Tang Ruoyao happened to be "busy" with something, conveniently vacating a spot in their four-player squad.
Seizing the opportunity, Fu Yujun invited Guan Han, "Assistant Guan, do you want to play a game with us?"
Guan Han thought to herself: With Fu Yujun—a certified noob—as a shield, wouldn't her own lack of skill seem less obvious?
So she nodded in agreement.
And just like that, Guan Han was gradually drawn into the carefully laid trap orchestrated by the four members of Dorm 405.
Tang Ruoyao, the pro, swapped out for Guan Han, the bronze-level rookie. What was supposed to be a four-player match turned into a duo carry by Wen Shuxian and Cui Jiaran, while Fu Yujun poured all her energy into figuring out how to die before Guan Han—and make it look utterly natural, without a hint of going easy.
This was even more difficult than carrying the team to victory. Especially when spotting an enemy ahead—a single sniper shot could've ended it—but instead, she had to pull off flashy, snake-like walk, putting on a show of fierce aggression, only to glance at her health bar and instantly turn into a loot box.
Fu Yujun set down her phone, offering a pained smile at Guan Han, who was barely surviving across from her.
Guan Han said, "Don't lose heart."
Fu Yujun immediately brightened like a manga heroine, nodding energetically. "Mhm!"
Wen Shuxian burst into laughter, shoulders shaking. "Pfft—HAHAHA!"
Lao Fu acting like this was just too absurd!
Fu Yujun pinched Wen Shuxian's waist in retaliation, making her laughter twist into a grimace. "Ahaha, the weather's really nice today, huh?"
Fu Yujun played along. "Yeah, it is."
Guan Han performed beyond expectations, surviving until the final circle. In a one-on-one standoff without direct confrontation, her opponent succumbed to the zone. Wen Shuxian and Cui Jiaran had been unlucky, getting eliminated early when half the players were still alive.
Fu Yujun said, "You're amazing."
Guan Han's brows lifted almost slightly as she humbly replied, "I just got lucky." 'This is some kind of crazy luck. I have to buy a lottery ticket on the way home today.'
Fu Yujun countered, "Luck is part of skill."
Wen Shuxian and Cui Jiaran chimed in, "Exactly! Our past wins were all luck too—no need to be modest."
Wen Shuxian, ever the casual one, patted Guan Han's shoulder and joked, "Assistant Guan, let's play games together from now on. We need to ride your coattails."
Fu Yujun's gaze burned into Wen Shuxian's hand on Guan Han's shoulder, as if trying to sear a hole through it.
Guan Han subtly shifted her shoulder away but agreed, "Okay, we can play when I'm free."
Fu Yujun: "..."
Why was Guan Han warm as spring toward Wen Shuxian but treated her completely differently? Was she somehow inferior to Wen Shuxian? Or... did Guan Han actually have feelings for Wen Shuxian?
Fu Yujun's vision went black, and she had to use her hand to steady herself on the floor.
It wasn't time to despair yet—no jumping to conclusions. Fu Yujun straightened up, mentally drafting a comparison chart between herself and Wen Shuxian, listing traits one by one: looks, personality, social skills...
Distracted, she no longer needed to deliberately throw matches—her deaths came even more naturally now.
As for these questions, only time would tell.
Tang Ruoyao swapped out the fruit platter for a freshly cut fourth serving, finally reminding the lively group of aunties and sisters that today wasn't their gossip session—it was Ningning's first birthday celebration.
With daylight still lingering, the crowd bustled into action.
Qin Yinong brought out a pre-prepared round piece of red silk. Lin Ruohan and a friend eagerly snatched it away and spread it on the wooden board in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
They left an empty space in the center of the red silk, placed a soft cushion there, and arranged the items for the zhua zhou ceremony around it—dictionaries, calligraphy brushes, rulers, abacuses, seals, a miniature violin, a stethoscope, and about sixteen other objects. The group of adults, acting as if they'd never seen such things before, laughed and played with the items themselves first.
Qin Jianing was scooped out of her warm bed by her mother, washed, dressed, and adorned in a pristine white fur outfit, making her look even more adorable with her rosy cheeks.
The women all turned into crazy "aunties," cooing and fussing as they rushed forward—one pinching her cheeks, another squeezing her tiny hands. Ningning's little hat was knocked slightly off-center, but she behaved well, neither crying nor fussing, and even grinned at the aunties.
Qin Yinong took a deep breath and shouted, "Stop!"
She rescued Ningning from the swarm of aunties and placed her on the cushion in the center of the red silk.
The aunties sighed in disappointment but immediately pulled out their phones to record the moment.
Qin Lunong gently said to Ningning, "Look, there are so many things here. Pick the one you like the most and hold it in your hand."
It was a long sentence, and it was unclear whether Ningning understood, but her natural curiosity immediately drew her attention to the items. She wasn't sitting very steadily, so she shifted onto all fours and began crawling forward.
First, she grabbed the stethoscope—symbolizing a doctor, a noble profession of healing and saving lives. That was good.
In the "Zhua Zhou" tradition, you don't look at the first thing the child grabs. A child's natural curiosity makes them want to try everything. So you have to look at what she holds for the longest time.
Less than a minute later, Ningning put down the stethoscope and picked up the violin—symbolizing a musician. When Qin Lunong was very young, she had once dreamed of becoming a musician. It would be nice if Ningning inherited that aspiration.
This time, she held it for over a minute, but eventually, she put it down too.
Ningning went through all sixteen items, examining each one in her hands, and without exception, she set them all aside.
The Qin sisters and the gathered aunties: "..."
Qin Yinong whispered to her sister, "Did we not prepare enough?"
Qin Lunong replied, "Should we just put something in her hand?"
Qin Yinong thought for a few seconds. "I think that's a good idea."
Then Ningning moved again.
The aunties, eager to capture every angle, had instinctively formed a circle around her. Ningning pushed aside the ruler and brush in front of her and crawled toward the aunties.
Qin Lunong: "!!!"
'This little thing—Could it be that she wants to...'
She crawled and crawled, getting closer to the two "aunties" who were ecstatic. One said smugly, "I must be naturally beautiful. The child isn't even grabbing the things and is coming straight for me."
The other retorted, "She's coming for me." She stretched out her arms, smiling. "Come here, sweetie, let Auntie hold you."
The first one laughed. "Yeah, right."
She also opened her arms.
It was a showdown—who would Ningning choose?
Ningning chose neither. Ruthlessly, she crawled right between them. She kept going, crawling and crawling until she broke free from the circle of people. Then, a pair of feet appeared before her. She looked up, blinked her dark grape-like eyes, and then hugged the person's leg, plopping down with a huff, refusing to move.
Ji Yunyao felt the sudden weight on her foot and couldn't help but let a faint smile tug at her lips.
While everyone was at a loss for words, a close friend suddenly clapped and exclaimed, "Great, that's great!"
Lin Ruohan asked curiously, "What's so great about it?"
The friend blinked and said, "Miss Ji has power, influence, talent, and looks. Catching Miss Ji means the little one will grow up to be just like her, doesn't it? This is a first-class joyous occasion!" Before becoming an actor, this friend had been a TV host, with a silver tongue that could turn anything into a flowery tale.
Lin Ruohan laughed and scoffed, "I can't believe you came up with that explanation."
The friend spread their hands. "Then you come up with a better one."
Lin Ruohan said, "I won't bother. But if we're talking about looks, I'm no less beautiful than Ji Yunyao, am I?"
Without hesitation, the friend retorted, "Have you looked in the mirror lately? At your age?"
Lin Ruohan was furious. "Say that again?"
The two began chasing each other around the living room.
And so, the "Zhua Zhou" ceremony ended in a bizarre way. After all, everyone was just there for fun—no one would take the child's choice seriously. Happiness was all that mattered. Soon, the room was lively again. Qin Lunong picked up Ningning, who had been sitting on Ji Yunyao's feet, and nodded politely to her.
Ji Yunyao returned the gesture with a slight bow.
Ji Yunyao's previous two visits had been when Qin Yinong wasn't around, leaving Qin Lunong with the impression of a gentle, well-mannered young woman with a scholarly air—nothing like the "lunatic" Qin Yinong had described.
Qin Lunong gestured toward the lively crowd and asked, "Aren't you going to join them?"
Ji Yunyao tickled Ningning's chin with her fingertip, not looking up, her voice devoid of emotion. "We're not on the same level."
Qin Lunong pressed, "Tang Ruoyao and her roommates are around your age."
Ji Yunyao glanced over. The four young women were laughing and goofing around.
She withdrew her gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips, but said nothing more.
She wasn't like them.
The conversation circled back to Ningning. Ji Yunyao held the baby's tiny hand, adorned with a pair of silver bracelets that complemented her plump, lotus-root-like arms perfectly.
Ji Yunyao bent down and kissed Ningning's warm, soft palm before straightening up. "I should take my leave now."
Qin Lunong looked surprised. "We're about to have dinner. Stay and eat before you go."
Ji Yunyao shook her head. "No, I have other matters to attend to."
Qin Lunong handed Ningning to Qin Yinong and said, "Let me walk you out."
Ji Yunyao smiled but didn't refuse.
Qin Yinong cradled Ningning, her gaze lingering on the two figures by the door until her friends crowded around to play with the baby, blocking her view.
Outside, the heavy roar of a sports car's engine echoed through the courtyard. The sleek, silver car shot through the open gates like lightning, vanishing in a cloud of dust.
Qin Lunong closed the gate.
She turned back toward the house but paused at the doorway. After a moment's thought, she pulled out her phone and sent a message: [Let me know when you get home safely.]
Just before dinner, she received a reply.
[Safe.] Followed by a smiley face.
Qin Lunong sent back an emoji. There was no further response, but she didn't dwell on it.
It was just that, in that moment, she had suddenly felt that Ji Yunyao seemed a little lonely.
After dinner, Qin Yinong's friends gradually took their leave. Seeing everyone else depart, the three from Dorm 405 felt it would be impolite to linger and prepared to leave as well. Qin Yinong said, "We have a home theater upstairs. Would you like to stay and watch a movie?"
Wen Shuxian nibbled on her fingernails, hesitating. "This..."
A home theater sounded incredibly tempting.
Cui Jiaran slapped her hand down.
Qin Yinong added, "There's also a mahjong table. Do you all know how to play mahjong?"
Wen Shuxian's eyes sparkled.
Wow, it had been so long since she'd played mahjong. Although they had a mini set in the dorm, the experience was terrible.
Qin Yinong gently suggested, "Since there's no class tomorrow, why don't you all stay the night here?"
Wen Shuxian was on the verge of giving in.
Cui Jiaran felt the same.
Both turned their gazes to Fu Yujun. As long as Guan Han wasn't involved, Lao Fu was still quite reliable.
Fu Yujun subtly glanced at Tang Ruoyao.
After all, whether they stayed or left depended on Tang Ruoyao.
Tang Ruoyao, sensing Qin Yinong's strong desire for them to stay, spoke up, "Why don't you all stay the night? Tomorrow, I'll have Guan Han drive you back."
Fu Yujun nodded to Qin Yinong. "Then we'll humbly accept."
She then turned to Qin Lunong and Ji Shulan, saying, "Thank you for having us."
Qin Lunong thought to herself: 'No wonder Tang Ruoyao is such a beloved little cabbage—birds of a feather flock together. The whole dorm is full of adorable little cabbages.'
Tang Ruoyao led her roommates upstairs.
Once the four had disappeared from sight, Qin Lunong sighed and remarked, "Such cunning tactics, never missing a chance to win favor."
Qin Yinong replied loftily, "How is this winning favor? I'm just being a hospitable host."
She waved her hand, nudging Qin Lunong aside. "I'm going to wash some fruit."
Wen Shuxian and the others sprawled across the tatami mats in the home theater, marveling at the decadence of capitalism as a critically acclaimed, recently released movie played on the massive projector screen.
A knock sounded at the door. Wen Shuxian, being closest, scrambled up to answer it.
Qin Yinong stood at the door, holding a tray of fruit.
Wen Shuxian gasped, "Oh my god!" nearly slamming the door shut in shock.
Qin Yinong stepped inside, knelt down, and placed the tray on the raised coffee table. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she said softly, like any gracious hostess, "Enjoy the fruit. Let me know if you need anything."
Wen Shuxian was practically ready to kneel. "We wouldn't dare!"
Cui Jiaran added, "We can manage on our own."
Tang Ruoyao also felt a bit uneasy but didn't react impulsively, sensing Qin Yinong had her reasons.
Qin Yinong smiled gently. "Then take your time. I won't disturb you further."
The entire 405 dorm watched her leave, hardly daring to breathe.
Once the door closed, Wen Shuxian even peeked through the crack to make sure Qin Yinong had descended the stairs and was out of sight before turning back to fix Tang Ruoyao with an intense stare.
Tang Ruoyao: "???"
Wen Shuxian declared, "Ten years of virtue earns you Cui Jiaran, a hundred years earns Fu Yujun, but a thousand years earns Qin Yinong. Someone as amazing as Teacher Qin—you should marry her already."
Suddenly insulted, Cui Jiaran & Fu Yujun: "???"
Cui Jiaran punched Wen Shuxian's arm. "What about us being ten and a hundred years? What does that make you?"
Wen Shuxian laughed. "I'm a freebie."
Cui Jiaran huffed, her anger barely subsiding.
Tang Ruoyao said, "It's not like I'm refusing. I even gave her a ring. She just thinks I'm too young, so my words don't count yet." She pouted.
Wen Shuxian tapped her chin thoughtfully and said, "That is a problem. Well, we can wait until graduation—it's only a year away anyway."
Tang Ruoyao wasn't in a hurry anymore. Her desire to get married had stemmed from a lack of security, but Qin Yinong had already filled that void. Now, she was content to let things unfold naturally.
Wen Shuxian lay back down, resting her hands behind her head, and sighed enviously, "Look at you—smooth sailing in your career, blissful in love, and set to marry right after graduation. Most people never get to live such a perfect life."
Tang Ruoyao smiled. "I think so too."
Wen Shuxian's expression shifted instantly. Grabbing a pillow, she lunged at her first. "Girls, let's get her!"
Tang Ruoyao was pinned to the ground and playfully pummeled, bursts of laughter echoing around them.
At half past eleven, Tang Ruoyao escorted them to the guest rooms downstairs. After fetching fresh clothes, she returned to the master bedroom on the second floor and pushed the door open.
Qin Yinong, who had adjusted her sleep schedule earlier, had already taken a bath and was sitting by the headboard reading a book. The warm, dim light filled the room, casting a soft glow over her. Hearing the door open, she paused mid-page and lifted her head slightly, revealing her elegant, snow-white neck.
Tang Ruoyao's breath hitched, her gaze lingering.
"You're back. Are they all settled?" Qin Yinong asked gently.
"Yes," Tang Ruoyao replied, snapping out of her daze. She stepped forward, cupping Qin Yinong's face with one hand. Qin Yinong closed her eyes instinctively as Tang Ruoyao leaned in to kiss her lips—a brief, tender touch before pulling away.
Qin Yinong patted her hand. "Go take a shower. I've laid out your clothes in the bathroom."
Tang Ruoyao hummed in agreement, her heart sweet as honey. She kissed her again, smiling.
"You're so good to me." she murmured, gazing at the woman with adoration. A flicker of regret followed—why did others have endless sweet nothings to say, while she could only manage something so plain?
Qin Yinong arched a brow, visibly pleased, as if the simple words were more than enough.
Tang Ruoyao stopped overthinking it. Sincerity mattered more than eloquence.
Qin Yinong urged, "Go on, hurry up."
Tang Ruoyao quickly headed into the bathroom, scrubbing herself clean before blow-drying her hair at lightning speed. She slipped under the covers, the gust of air making Qin Yinong's eyes squint.
Closing her book, Qin Yinong lay down flat.
Though the room was heated, Qin Yinong's exposed arms and fingers remained chilly. Tang Ruoyao wrapped herself around her, holding her close like a blazing furnace at full power. Soon, Qin Yinong grew warm and shifted slightly.
Tang Ruoyao loosened her grip just enough.
With guests in the house—even downstairs—the two couldn't fully let go. Tang Ruoyao attended to Qin Yinong once, and afterward, exhaustion lulled Qin Yinong into drowsiness. Her eyes grew heavy, surrendering to sleep as dreams took over.
The three from Dorm 405 had breakfast at the Qin residence, prepared by Qin Yinong herself. Even Wen Shuxian—let alone Tang Ruoyao—was tempted to marry her on the spot, adding culinary skills to her future partner criteria.
Guan Han drove them back. In return for last night's gaming session, she even dropped them off at their dormitory entrance.
Wen Shuxian waved energetically. "Goodbye, Sister Guan Han!"
Guan Han, hands in her pockets, stood on the path leading to the school gate and nodded.
Fu Yujun hesitated before echoing, "Goodbye... Sister Guan Han."
Guan Han's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
She suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, nodded equally at everyone, and turned to leave.
Wen Shuxian and Cui Jiaran lifted their arms, shaking them playfully.
Fu Yujun watched Guan Han walk away before turning back in surprise. "What are you two doing?"
The two answered in unison, "You're so mushy!"
Wen Shuxian leaned against her shoulder, cooing, "Sister Yujun~"
Fu Yujun: "..."
Cui Jiaran shook her head. "This is just too much." She was the first to enter the dorm building.
Fu Yujun pushed Wen Shuxian's forehead away with a finger and followed.
Wen Shuxian burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as she leaned against the wall before chasing after them.
......
"Traveling with My Sister" aired for eight episodes over two months. These two months were a huge shock for everyone—while Qin Yinong's public image hadn't completely reversed, it had undergone a 180-degree shift compared to before. Countless talent agencies analyzed this PR campaign as a classic case study, marveling at how Qin Yinong's team had managed such a monumental turnaround in such a short time.
What they didn't know, however, was how long An Ling had been planning for this day. Now, it was simply a matter of letting the truth come to light—far from the "whitewashing" they assumed.
The world has its shades of black and white, right and wrong. The clouds will part, and the sun will shine. Some people shouldn't have to live in the shadows.
On the day the variety show concluded, the hashtag #TheBestQinYinongInTheWorld trended.
Hundreds of thousands of netizens used the tag to express their admiration. Tang Ruoyao logged into her alternate account.
My Daily Life with Ms. Q:
[#TheBestQinYinongInTheWorld is mine]
Though the show had ended, the official account continued to release unseen behind-the-scenes clips.
The clip was from the first episode.
The screen was empty, devoid of people, with only the stairway illuminated by soft lighting. The subtitles read: 3:00 AM—clearly, everyone was asleep. Then, a door on the second floor quietly cracked open.
The editors added playful sound effects and zoomed in on a pale foot peeking through the gap: [Who could it be?]
Comments:
[Who else? This room belongs to the Qin sisters—it's definitely the younger one!]
[I bet it's the older sister.]
[It's the younger one. Older sister never stays up late.]
[Look at those ankle-length pajama pants—do you even need to guess?]
The camera panned up to reveal Qin Yinong sneaking out.
She pulled out a phone hidden behind her back, lit up the screen, and began typing, a faint smile unconsciously curling at the corners of her eyes. Then her lips twitched upward uncontrollably, widening into a full grin, her eyes sparkling as if she were deeply in love.
Comments:
[????? Oh no, I have a bad feeling about this.]
[Maybe she's reading jokes in the middle of the night?]
[Reading jokes alone on the stairs, sure.]
[You caught me—she was actually texting me that night!]
[You know what? Because of your comment, Yinong has spent the whole day trying to comfort me.]
That night, a new hashtag suddenly trended: [Qin Yinong Rumored to Be in a Relationship]
Netizen 1: [Did I just get dumped???]
Netizen 2: [This is so sudden! Weren't the messy rumors just cleared up? Now this?]
Netizen 3: [Can you unprofessional media outlets just leave Qin Yinong alone? Haven't you done enough damage? Always fixated on this nonsense. Congrats to Qin Yinong for her film Morning Blossoms being selected for the Berlin International Film Festival's main competition!]
Netizen 4: [Don't believe any of it. Waiting for official confirmation [smile].]
Netizen 5: [You guys can spin a romance out of just a behind-the-scenes clip? I thought there were actual photos. Starting with no pictures at all, and now the whole relationship is just made up.]
Yet, after years of spreading rumors, the media finally got it right once.
Dormitory 405.
Wen Shuxian raised her hand to speak: "Tangtang, I need some off-site assistance."
Tang Ruoyao didn't even look up: "Go on."
Wen Shuxian said, "Did you watch the latest outtake from the show?"
"No."
Wen Shuxian stood up, reached for the upper bunk, and handed her the phone.
After reading it, Tang Ruoyao officially confirmed, "She was indeed chatting with me that night."
Wen Shuxian cupped her face in her hands and exclaimed, "Wow, that's so romantic."
Wen Shuxian had already transitioned from being Qin Yinong's devoted fan to shipping Qin Yinong and Tang Ruoyao as a couple. Shipping real people right in front of them was as real as it could get—it was practically k!lling her with excitement, almost to the point of passing out.
Wen Shuxian asked for a photo of Qin Yinong and Tang Ruoyao together, and she wriggled on her bed like a worm.
Tang Ruoyao ignored her and was currently discussing an important matter with Qin Yinong.
[Did you agree to release this behind-the-scenes footage?] Tang Ruoyao sent the message. For someone of Qin Yinong's status, the show organizers would beg her to participate and make a fortune from it, so it was highly likely they had sought permission from Qin Yinong's team before releasing the footage.
Qin Yinong replied quickly: [Yes.]
[Do you want to go public?]
[I've always wanted to. It's up to you.]
The idea of going public had been imagined a thousand times in both their minds since the day they got together. Qin Yinong wanted to wait until she was completely free of any tarnish, while Tang Ruoyao wanted to grow quickly to become more deserving of her.
Qin Yinong had unexpectedly found a way to swiftly clear her name of any "stains," and now she could hold Tang Ruoyao's hand and walk side by side in the sunlight.
Suddenly, Tang Ruoyao stopped obsessing over those elusive notions of "being a good match" and "growing up." In the face of Qin Yinong's sincere love, those things no longer mattered.
She could take a lifetime to grow and gradually reach a position where she could stand shoulder to shoulder with Qin Yinong, but her university days would only happen once. Qin Yinong had once dreamed of openly holding Tang Ruoyao's hand on her campus, walking her to class, escorting her back to the dorm, and embracing and kissing her at the doorstep like any ordinary couple. But if they waited, that dream would become distant and forever a regret.
Because youth never returns once it's gone.
Tang Ruoyao calmed herself and carefully typed out each word: [Are you free tomorrow?] Tomorrow was a weekday and also a day when Tang Ruoyao had classes.
Qin Yinong keenly sensed there might be deeper meaning behind the question and replied: [I start work at nine.]
Tang Ruoyao: [My class starts at eight.]
Qin Yinong's breath hitched, and she softly asked in her heart: 'So?'
Tang Ruoyao: [So, do you want to bring me breakfast tomorrow? I've seen a lot of guys bring their girlfriends breakfast.] After sending this message, Tang Ruoyao seemed to relax completely, but at the same time, heat surged uncontrollably to her eyes. She bit the back of her hand and silently shed two lines of tears.
Qin Yinong sent a voice message with a hint of a sniffle.
"How strange, why do I feel like crying?"
Tang Ruoyao wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks with a tissue and typed back: [Me too.]
Qin Yinong switched back to text: [Let me hear you cry.]
Tang Ruoyao: [My roommate's here.]
Qin Yinong: [Okay, sleep early. See you tomorrow.]
Tang Ruoyao was reluctant to say goodnight but looked forward to tomorrow even more.
[Goodnight.]
She rested one hand on the pillow beside her, a slight smile on her lips, and closed her eyes.
......
Capital Drama Academy.
At 7:30 in the morning, outside Building 26 where Dorm 405 was located, every passing student couldn't help but glance curiously at the woman standing under the tree.
She was tall and slender, dressed in a trench coat and trousers, her legs straight and poised. Sunglasses covered a small portion of her face, revealing a fair and delicate chin, her neck pale and beautiful. Bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun, her complexion appeared even more translucent than jade.
Students turned their heads frequently, finding her vaguely familiar yet too hesitant to approach.
At 7:35, a few people emerged from the dormitory building. One student recognized Tang Ruoyao, the campus belle, among them and couldn't help but pause to steal a few more glances.
Tang Ruoyao walked straight toward the tree, a smile she couldn't suppress on her face.
And the woman beneath the tree moved as well, her dark hair swaying slightly with the motion.
Qin Yinong took off her sunglasses and stepped forward, carrying two bags. With a faint smile, she asked, "Steamed buns, soy milk, or fried dough sticks—which one do you want?"
Author's Note:
Ah, this side story is just—how can you not be screaming "Aaaaaah!" when it's this sweet?
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