YABE - 40

Xu Sheng, being quite considerate, gave everyone a day off on New Year’s Day. As a result, Wen Siyu enthusiastically planned out an entire day’s itinerary with Jiang Xu. In reality, it was all her doing—regardless of what she suggested, Jiang Xu simply responded with a single “okay.”

However, this didn’t dampen Wen Siyu’s enthusiasm. The little girl excitedly listed a long string of activities, planning to wake up at 7:30 the next morning, spend an hour carefully applying makeup, and then head out with her boyfriend to experience the northern New Year’s atmosphere.

To ensure her perfect New Year’s plan, after taking a shower, she prepared to lie down and sleep. Without mercy, she kicked the man who had already reached over to misbehave right off the bed.

“Teacher Jiang, either you behave and sleep, or you sleep on the sofa,” Wen Siyu said without hesitation.

Jiang Xu: “...”

He suddenly began to miss the cute little girl from before who would blush just from making eye contact with him.

Up to this point, everything seemed fine. However, the problem arose the next morning when Wen Siyu kicked off her blanket, stretched lazily, yawned, and fumbled for her phone. It was already 10:30.

Wen Siyu leapt up with a startled cry.

Jiang Xu was already awake, calmly glanced at her, and continued reading his script.

Wen Siyu slapped the script in his hand onto his face, visibly dissatisfied: “Why didn’t you wake me up?!”

With the script covering his face, Jiang Xu remained calm. After removing it quietly, he nodded towards the window: “It’s snowing outside; it’ll be very cold.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the little girl beside him light up.

Wen Siyu, wearing a little nightgown, knelt on the bed, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, her tone extremely excited: “What? What do you mean it’s snowing? Is it snowing right now?” She jumped up, hopped off the bed, ran to the window, and leaned on the frame, sticking her butt out as she peered outside.

Peering eagerly out while excitedly howling like a little fool.

Jiang Xu couldn’t help but curve his lips slightly.

Getting out of bed, he lightly tapped her head with the script in his hand: “So, today you should just stay put and not go anywhere.”

Whether she heard him or not, Wen Siyu suddenly turned around, looking at him expectantly: “Teacher Jiang, let’s go downstairs and have a snowball fight. I once watched videos online where northerners throw each other into snowdrifts with a ‘whoosh,’ and it looked super fun!”

Jiang Xu: “...”

Jiang Xu: “I don’t find that particularly fun.”

Before he could object, the little girl had already bounced off to change clothes. After putting on a sweater, she held Jiang Xu’s down jacket in her arms and stood at the bedroom door, looking at him hopefully.

Jiang Xu: “...”

Sighing in resignation, he walked to the bathroom door and beckoned her over: “Come here.”

Wen Siyu: “?”

“Don’t you want to wash your face? Brush your teeth? Are you a little mud person?”

Wen Siyu: “...Oh.”

Wen Siyu stayed in Beijing for two days.

On New Year’s Day, Jiang Xu was free and accompanied her to play in the snow for half the morning. Unbeknownst to another nerd, the two spent the entire day holed up in the hotel room watching movies. During this time, Wen Siyu even dragged Jiang Xu to watch an hour of gaming live stream.

Throughout, Jiang Xu wasn’t paying much attention. Little did the Oscar-winning actor know that his girlfriend found his lack of interest boring and felt guilty about it.

Unbeknownst to her, Teacher Jiang compared the streams and found his girlfriend’s live streams and videos far more interesting and entertaining.

He didn’t understand why this male streamer was so popular, nor why the bullet chats kept calling him a “god voice.” Where was the godliness? Was this the standard for god voices now?

The deep-voiced Oscar winner hummed silently and closed the stream with a snap. Then, pressing the little girl’s head beside him, he kissed her.

With her tongue bitten and muffled, Wen Siyu pushed him vaguely but couldn’t push him away.

Thinking about how he had already accompanied her to watch an hour of live streaming, she didn’t have the heart to resist anymore and allowed him to press her down contentedly.

This visit to Beijing by Wen Siyu still went unreported to Xu Sheng. The little girl initially felt uneasy for three seconds, thinking that if her daughter ever acted like this, she would beat her first and hang her up for three days without food.

After finishing her repentance, Wen Siyu continued to eat her steak with great relish, as if her previous guilt never existed.

During these two days, Qu Xiawan remained as quiet as a chicken and caused no trouble.

Of course, this was what Wen Siyu believed.

Just when she thought this drama probably wouldn’t escalate, Comrade Qu Xiawan hadn’t given up and was walking further down the path of self-destruction.

On the evening of January 3rd, someone posted a video.

In the video were two girls.

In the empty corridor, one leaned lazily against the wall, wearing a thin black hoodie. A row of ear piercings on her left ear cartilage was very noticeable.

Qu Xiawan stood in front of her, talking.

Suddenly, the girl leaning against the wall smiled, lifted her head, and said a few words. Qu Xiawan abruptly raised her arm, seemingly about to strike, but the black-clad girl quickly grabbed her wrist.

Xiang Ge tightly gripped her wrist, said a few more words, then flung her off and turned to leave.

After watching the entire video, Wen Siyu narrowed her eyes.

After some thought, she dialed a number. The other end answered quickly, as if they’d been waiting for her call.

The girl’s voice was still the same—somewhat lazy, with a light trailing tone, like a cat.

She first chuckled, then said: “I thought you would call me sooner.”

Wen Siyu pouted: “I just saw it.”

Xiang Ge casually said “oh,” then answered without being asked: “It’s me and Qu Xiawan. I already knew it was her. The video is probably quite old; I don’t know who filmed it.”

Wen Siyu grasped the key point: “Probably quite old?”

Xiang Ge hummed affirmatively: “Previously, when I asked you to film, she came to see me later—” She didn’t finish her sentence, but Wen Siyu understood.

“She wanted to shoot.”

“Yes.” Xiang Ge took a deep breath. “At the time, she said some things, and I couldn’t help but mock her a bit.” The girl on the other end paused, her voice lowering slightly. “Sometimes, my words can indeed be a bit harsh.”

Wen Siyu couldn’t help but laugh.

“In short, I considered whether to warn you, but ultimately felt that such matters should be detected by yourself. Besides, I thought she wouldn’t last long anyway.” Xiang Ge also laughed. “Youngsters are still too naive. You’ll gain experience with more of these situations.”

Wen Siyu was momentarily speechless: “Why do you sound so old-fashioned? Technically, you’re a few months younger than me, alright?”

Xiang Ge sighed melancholically: “Age doesn’t explain everything. I’ve encountered too many troublesome situations because of my beautiful face since I was young.”

Wen Siyu: “...”

Wen Siyu indeed encountered this kind of situation for the first time. Early the next morning, returning to school, she thought it over and still had Wen Siyuan drive her back.

Moreover, she specifically had him drive the car inside.

Wen Siyuan glanced at her and clicked his tongue: “When was the last time I entered your school? Wasn’t it the day you arrived?”

Wen Siyu’s mind was preoccupied with other matters, and she lazily ignored him: “Dad drove me to school on the opening day.”

Wen Siyuan: “...Oh.”

The car drove all the way to the front of the new gymnasium and couldn’t proceed further.

A large crowd surrounded the area, both inside and outside.

Wen Siyu’s heart skipped a beat. She had Wen Siyuan stop by the roadside, unbuckled her seatbelt, and got out.

Pushing through the crowd, she saw three people in the middle: Xiang Ge, Qu Xiawan, and Gu Yao.

Xiang Ge was the first to notice her. The girl still appeared nonchalant, leaning against the basketball court fence, extending two fingers to wave at her.

Meanwhile, Gu Yao was busy spewing venom and didn’t see her approach.

Standing tall in high heels, clad in a striking red coat, her makeup meticulous down to every eyelash.

At this moment, she was crossing her arms, looking rather disdainfully at the person in front of her: “Being kept? Young lady, are you trying to make me laugh to death? Our Siyu has never lacked money since she was little. What does the garage full of luxury cars at her house have to do with you?! Envy, jealousy, and hatred don’t manifest like this. It’s the 21st century now; even middle school kids don’t engage in such childish antics behind others’ backs. I understand your desire to stir trouble, but please try to be a bit creative and impactful. This is probably your first attempt at something like this, right? Your methods are completely ineffective, Qu Xiawan, isn’t it? Haven’t you noticed that Siyu doesn’t want anything to do with you? Don’t you understand? Why don’t you hide that ugly jealousy of yours? Do you really think Wen Siyu is a pushover who won’t come after you for an account? Pretending to be close sisters behind her back while secretly reporting to counselors, professors, stalking, taking pictures, and engaging in personal attacks? Think about how disgusting that is!”

She spoke in a smooth, rehearsed manner. After finishing, she exhaled deeply and turned to look at Xiang Ge behind her: “Did you record it?”

Xiang Ge nodded and made an OK gesture.

Wen Siyu: “...”

Gu Yao’s tirade was so fluid, as if she had drafted it beforehand. Qu Xiawan’s face turned pale with anger. She sneered and was about to speak when Wen Siyu stepped forward.

Now both of them noticed her, and Qu Xiawan froze, unable to say anything.

Wen Siyu wracked her brain, trying to think of how she should react at this moment.

Should she rush up and slap her?

Or cry and ask accusingly, “How could you betray my trust like this?”

Wen Siyu imagined the scene, shuddered, and abandoned the idea.

She walked up to Qu Xiawan, hesitated for a moment, and asked, “Do you want a car?” Wen Siyu blinked. “My brother drove one here today, parked at the back. If you want, I can give it to you.”

After a pause, she added, “It’s the Bentley you secretly photographed that day.”

Wen Siyuan rolled his eyes behind her.

...This white-cut-black.