YABE - 20

Wen Siyu barely slept all night.

Her room was the innermost one on the second floor, directly across from the guest room. Separated by a corridor and two doors, Wen Siyu felt as though she could hear Jiang Xu’s breathing.

Of course, that was impossible.

The little girl lay on her soft double bed, her head buried in the pillow, rolling around restlessly under the covers.

Every time she closed her eyes, her mind was flooded with his three apologies from earlier that evening.

And that phrase—”Little Ah Yu.”

Wen Siyu’s mental state shattered.

Early the next morning, she dragged herself out of bed with dark circles under her eyes, having only slept for a few hours. Her face was slightly swollen.

Standing in front of the mirror, the little girl grumbled unhappily, then took a shower. By the time she came out, she looked much better, except for her still slightly puffy eyes.

With no other choice, she decided to go downstairs to grab some milk from the fridge to soothe her eyes. Slipping into her slippers, she clattered down the stairs. As she raised her head, she saw Jiang Xu already awake, fully dressed, sitting at the small bar in the dining area, scrolling through his phone.

Hearing the noise, the man looked up and saw her. With a sharp snap , he placed his phone face down on the table.

The movement was a bit exaggerated.

Then he lifted his gaze, calmly looking at her.

The little girl was still wearing her pajamas—a pale pink cotton dress with ruffled edges, a Peter Pan collar, and a small rabbit pattern on the chest. Her hair was damp, the hem of her dress reaching her knees, exposing a stretch of slender, pale legs.

Jiang Xu subtly sipped his coffee without showing any emotion, greeting her lightly: “Good morning.”

Wen Siyu stomped back upstairs.

Twenty minutes later, she returned after drying her hair and changing clothes.

By this time, Wen Siyuan was sitting across from Jiang Xu, the two of them calmly conversing.

Wen Siyu couldn’t understand how these two, who had been at odds the previous night, could now sit together so peacefully and chat.

Men were truly mysterious creatures.

Wen Siyu slowly walked over. Wen Siyuan casually pulled out a chair for her, and the little girl plopped down, grabbing a slice of toast to nibble on.

Wen Siyuan gave her a once-over, raising an eyebrow: “Why are your eyes so swollen?”

“Brother, you’re annoying,” Wen Siyu rolled her eyes. “How can a grown man talk so much? At this rate, you’ll never find a girlfriend.”

“I can’t even show concern for you now? Are you growing wings and flying away?”

“I stayed up all night studying, okay? I love learning.”

Wen Siyuan snorted, too lazy to argue further. He shoved the last bite of scrambled eggs into his mouth, pushed back his chair, stood up, and went to the living room to put on his coat.

The young girl stretched her neck and called out softly but loudly enough: “You have to work on Mid-Autumn Festival too? Does your boss have no humanity?”

“I’m the boss. What do you think?” Wen Siyuan grabbed his bag and headed to the door to put on his shoes. “I should be back around noon to have lunch with you.”

After saying this, he turned to look at Jiang Xu expressionlessly.

The man, holding his coffee cup, met his gaze and immediately understood.

But he was considering whether to pretend he hadn’t noticed.

So Jiang Xu quietly, silently, averted his eyes.

Wen Siyuan smirked coldly, not intending to let him off the hook: “Is Mr. Jiang leaving together?”

“…”

Jiang Xu reluctantly set down his coffee cup and slowly stood up.

He looked at the little girl sitting across from him, paused for two seconds, then said slowly: “Then I’ll take my leave. Thank you for your hospitality yesterday.”

Wen Siyu quickly stood up as well: “It’s me who should thank Teacher Jiang for bringing me back.”

Wen Siyuan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Jiang Xu saunter over. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

When the man reached the doorway, changed his shoes, and turned around, the little girl was no longer in the living room.

“Well, hoping for one last goodbye?” Wen Siyuan grinned smugly, mocking him. “Disappointed, Mr. Jiang? My sister has a big heart. Looks like you’ve got a tough road ahead.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Siyu reappeared in the living room.

Wen Siyuan: “….”

Unaware that she had just slapped her own brother in the face, the little girl held something in her hand and ran over.

Wen Siyu stopped in front of Jiang Xu and extended her hand toward him.

Jiang Xu instinctively reached out to take it.

The little girl placed something in his palm.

Her delicate white fingertips brushed against his palm, warm and soft. Jiang Xu lowered his gaze to see a mooncake.

Small and encased in transparent plastic packaging, a golden round mooncake lay quietly in his hand.

Wen Siyu tilted her head up, smiling softly at him. Her brows curved, and a faint dimple appeared at the corner of her lips.

“Teacher Jiang, happy Mid-Autumn Festival.”

Jiang Xu froze in place.

He felt as if his breath had stopped.

…

This year’s Mid-Autumn Festival overlapped with the National Day holiday. Wen Siyu stayed home for a week, free from heavy coursework and filming assignments. She spent her time playing games and streaming, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Moreover, the video her fans had been clamoring for, crying out 【My wife! If you don’t update, I’ll die!】, was finally released.

On the day of the update, the live stream was flooded with screams—

【My wife updated!!!】

【MY WIFE AHHHHHHHHHHH!】

【She actually updated! This is a once-in-a-lifetime event.】

【My roommate, dying in bed, suddenly sat up and told me to help her watch the video.】

【My wife updated! I love you forever, my wife!!!】

Amidst the barrage of comments, a cannon appeared.

Then another.

Soon, Wen Siyu saw that someone named 【Four Imperial’s Fangirl】 had gifted her 100 cannons in a row.

Cannons—the most expensive gift on this platform, costing 1,314 yuan each.

Wen Siyu’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.

In the sea of white text, this 【Four Imperial’s Fangirl】 used red Song font, almost filling the entire screen with her message. She even included her ID to make sure everyone knew it was her—

【Four Imperial’s Fangirl: Four Imperial is mine.】

The massive words scrolled across the screen, hurting Wen Siyu’s eyes.

If the large font wasn’t enough, the person had also bolded it.

…

On the 23rd floor of the hotel, in the presidential suite, Zhou Yi began shouting as soon as he entered the room: “Jiang Xu, you really have guts!” While placing the plastic bag in his hands onto the coffee table, he nagged like a mother hen, “Is this your first day debuting? You don’t even close the door anymore? You’re in a hotel, bro! Aren’t you afraid fans will sneak in and confront you right at your bedside? Do you want me, your manager, to wipe your ass too? Please, go hire an assistant, okay? I’m busy every day, bro—”

Zhou Yi’s mouth kept running as he watched the man on the bed, who didn’t even glance at him. Instead, he stared intently at his laptop, his expression serious.

Curious, Zhou Yi leaned over to take a look. It was a live stream interface.

At the moment, the chat was filled with messages like 【My wife ahhhhhh】.

Just as Zhou Yi thought there was nothing interesting about it, the streamer spoke.

Her voice sounded oddly familiar, as if he’d heard it somewhere before.

Before he could recall where, he saw the silent man on the bed purse his lips, lower his eyelashes, and without uttering a single word, start gifting items.

Not just one or two—but a hundred.

And they were all the most expensive ones.

His ID read 【Four Imperial’s Fangirl】.

Then, using bright red Song font, he maximized the font size, bolded it, and sent a message so large it filled the entire screen—

【Four Imperial’s Fangirl: Four Imperial is mine.】

After sending it, he let out an unhappy “Hmph.”

Zhou Yi: “………………”

Fuck.