Forced into a romantic relationship

I hope my child can be happy.

Like most parents, Zhong Chengguang and his wife had very simple last wishes.

No, rather than a last wish, it was their lifelong desire. Perhaps this wish arose naturally from the moment their two daughters were born, and from then on, they poured all their love and time into them without reservation.

From birth to death.

Han Zhou had a strange feeling that Uncle Zhong's words were specifically meant for him.

This might sound strange, since it was meant to be the answer to his question, and it's only natural that it was told to him. But he felt that there was something else going on.

It's just like……

"I'm entrusting my daughter to you."

The sudden sound startled Han Zhou, and when he turned around, he saw Xiao Yixia standing at the bathroom door, holding something that looked like a rag doll.

Is this for real? This guy only read "Child Psychology" for one night, and he already learned the ability to read minds from the back of their heads?

Han Zhou was startled, then asked in confusion, "Why are you awake so early?"

It's 5 a.m. on Sunday, two or three hours before dawn. He got up so early so that he and Zhong Yin could secure a spot to set up their stall. But why did this guy wake up so early too?

“I want to go too,” Xiao Yixia said calmly.

"Where?"

"I will go wherever you go."

Xiao Yixia said in a matter-of-fact tone.

She learned about the stall setup today from Han Zhou last night. Han Zhou's original intention was to tell her that he couldn't accompany her this morning, but she actually wanted to go with him to the stall.

That, of course, is not acceptable.

Zhong Yin didn't think much about it yesterday, which is why he didn't care who the little girl who spent the day with Han Zhou was. But if he saw Xiao Yixia and him appear together today, he would definitely be able to figure out many things immediately.

Seemingly sensing Han Zhou's worry, Xiao Yixia continued, "I can wear a mask and baseball cap like you, and I can cover the mole at the corner of my eye with a sticker, so Sister Zhong Yin won't recognize me."

Han Zhou hesitated: "Are you sure?"

If possible, he didn't want Xiao Yixia to be bored at home alone.

“I’m sure,” Xiao Yixia said firmly.

"But your voice..."

"I can pretend to be mute and not speak."

“No, you can talk less, but you absolutely cannot pretend to be mute,” Han Zhou said immediately, his expression serious.

"why?"

Han Zhou didn't explain, but said seriously, "If you want to come with me, then you have to listen to me."

"it is good."

Xiao Yixia didn't ask any more questions and seemed not to care. She went to the sink and started washing up.

The two of them stood in the bathroom brushing their teeth, looking at each other's expressions in the mirror.

A few minutes later, Han Zhou, who had finished brushing his teeth first, spat out the foam in his mouth and couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want to set up a stall with me so much?"

“It’s much more fun being with you than being alone in the room,” Xiao Yixia said, spitting out foam from her mouth as well.

"Can I take that as you can't live without me anymore?" Han Zhou shamelessly concluded.

Xiao Yixia didn't answer, but just spat out another mouthful of foam with a blank expression.

Han Zhou strongly suspected that she was using this opportunity to spit out a curse, but he didn't care and continued to ask, "What did you mean by what you just said? Was it the part about entrusting your daughter to me?"

Xiao Yixia wiped her face with a towel, then picked up the plush toy on the sink: "Please put this into the time capsule for me."

When Han Zhou returned last night, he told Xiao Yixia about the time capsule during a casual chat. He didn't expect her to be so interested in it, and she even found an item to participate in it.

"Where did this come from?"

Han Zhou picked up the rag doll. This thing only had a round head and a chubby body, without hands or feet, so it was quite simple. But the facial features were drawn very cutely. He didn't remember Xiao Yixia having such a thing.

"I made it myself last night because I was bored," Xiao Yixia replied.

For a nine-year-old child to have this kind of craftsmanship is quite impressive... Han Zhou nodded inwardly, then suddenly thought of something and asked in surprise, "You asked me to put it in my time capsule, are you planning to dig it out with me ten years later?"

"If you hadn't been arrested or starved to death."

Although the words weren't very pleasant to hear, they clearly meant it.

"I told you you couldn't live without me, right?" Han Zhou beamed.

Xiao Yixia ignored him.

……

Half an hour later, Han Zhou arrived at the concert venue with Xiao Yixia.

It was not yet six o'clock, but a lot of people had already gathered outside the venue. Some were fans who had stayed up late to wait for their idols at the entrance, while others were junior and senior high school students who had traveled overnight from other places but could not stay in hotels because they were under the age of eighteen and had to sleep on the streets.

"They're really fanatical..."

Han Zhou sighed inwardly, then his spirits lifted. He thought to himself that since there were so many enthusiastic fans, there must be quite a few scalpers as well. If he was lucky this morning, he might have a chance to find one or two.

As planned, he and Xiao Yixia separated first, and he found Zhong Yin, who was tidying up his stall, on his own.

Seeing Han Zhou, Zhong Yin was clearly happy, but she said, "I thought you weren't planning to come."

She dressed up unusually today, with just a touch of makeup, which made her complexion look softer. She replaced the stud earrings with a pair of silver earrings, which swayed gently with her movements.

Wearing a loose-fitting oatmeal-colored knitted cardigan over a simple white T-shirt, paired with a denim mini skirt and warm nude tights, and finished with retro Martin boots, she exudes a touch of artistic flair, like a walking autumn painting.

Seeing Han Zhou looking over, Zhong Yin didn't hesitate. Instead, she tossed her ponytail behind her head, raised her chin slightly, and asked, "How is it? Does it look good?"

"nice."

Han Zhou sincerely praised him and then went over to help.

Do you even know how to compliment someone? I spent so much time getting ready, and all you said was "looks good"?

Zhong Yin was both angry and amused. Just as she was about to speak, a girl came running over from not far away, waving and panting as she leaned on the cart, saying, "Sorry, I'm late."

It is Liu Shiyue, the warrior of pure love.

Zhong Yin quickly handed her a bottle of mineral water: "Didn't I tell you you could come later?"

Liu Shiyue, panting heavily, looked up at her with difficulty, then glanced at Han Zhou standing beside her. Her eyes lit up, then turned apologetic, and she asked excitedly, "Did I come at the wrong time?"

Zhongyin actually dressed up today; this is clearly a sign that she's going on a date!
As for the guy next to Zhong Yin, I thought Zhong Yin was exaggerating when she said he was "very good-looking" last night, but it turns out he really is a handsome guy.

But why does this handsome guy have a bump on his head? I get it!
It must be because he knew Zhang Yang was coming to steal Zhong Yin away today, and he also knew his rival had a bump on his head, so he disdained to bully him and was determined to stand on the same starting line to prove that he was Zhong Yin's true match. That's why he deliberately bumped his head to show his determination!
What confidence, what composure!
This is true pure love!
It can only be said that this is what "obsessed people" are like. Just like Xiao Yuyan sees two telephone poles and thinks they are a couple, Liu Shiyue can attribute everything she sees to pure love.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhong Yin glanced at her helplessly and introduced, "This is Liu Shiyue, my classmate."

"This is Sun Wukong, my... my ordinary friend."

She didn't know how to describe their relationship. If they were friends, they lived under the same roof; if they were family, they obviously weren't; and if they were lovers... that was even more impossible. So she simply said they were ordinary friends.

Unexpectedly, Han Zhou immediately corrected him, saying, "We are friends, but not ordinary friends."

He then shook hands with Liu Shiyue and said with a smile, "Hello, it's nice to meet you."

"Hello……"

Upon hearing the voice, Liu Shiyue was certain that this was the boy she had seen in the bookstore yesterday. Regardless of her impression of him yesterday, his words had already made her feel favorably towards him. After all, not everyone dares to declare their ownership so openly. What else could this be but pure love?
If they're not ordinary friends, then they can only be special friends. And special friends are lovers, so why even think about it?

I'm sorry, Zhang Yang, I really do prefer pure love stories...

She had already made up her mind that as soon as Zhang Yang arrived, she would immediately persuade him to give up pursuing Zhong Yin, which would be better for everyone.

Zhong Yin gave Han Zhou a strange look, not understanding why this guy was deliberately picking on her words.

However, she didn't think much of it. After all, this bastard dared to say "I will take full responsibility for you" in front of the whole family, so it was normal for him to suddenly say some inexplicable things.

While there were no customers yet, she began to teach the two some simple makeup techniques.

So-called fluorescent hand painting involves using fluorescent materials to draw various patterns on the face, but if the painting is ugly, naturally no one will buy it.

Although Zhong Yin has decided to take on this important task, it is still necessary to let Han Zhou and Liu Shiyue master one or two makeup styles in order to be on the safe side.

To draw a beautiful pattern, practice is essential. Since both Zhong Yin and Liu Shiyue were wearing makeup, they had to use Han Zhou's face as a "blackboard," erasing and drawing, drawing and erasing, then erasing and drawing again.

To the surprise of the three, this practice attracted a lot of fans outside the venue. As the crowd grew, some girls asked to have some nice patterns drawn on their faces using the official support color.

This is the first guest.

It wasn't that Zhong Yin's technique was particularly superb, but rather that the boy who was acting as the "model" was just too handsome, no less so than Xu Xiangyang. She wanted to get a closer look, and it would be even better if he could help her with her makeup.

The girl sitting in her seat was secretly thinking.

Fortunately, Liu Shiyue couldn't hear the girl's inner thoughts, otherwise she would definitely have regarded this as a shameful NTR.

With the first customer, there will inevitably be a second one. Among them are girls who have the same thoughts as the first girl, as well as many boys who want to get a closer look at Zhong Yin.

To Liu Shiyue's relief, Sun Wukong, who had been quiet all along, actually spoke up when faced with these male guests.

"Let me do it."

Even Zhong Yin was taken aback. Some of the customers' gazes did make her feel uncomfortable, but since they were doing business, she didn't intend to say anything. However, she didn't expect Han Zhou to notice this and even pick up his paintbrush to stand up for her. This gave her a feeling of being valued and protected.

Seeing the other person's face covered in fluorescent patterns, she said, both amused and exasperated, "Are you sure you can do it?"

"Of course." Han Zhou smiled.

He is not good at drawing, but he is good at crafts and learning.

As we all know, you need to be able to draw to do handicrafts.

"Then you do it."

Zhong Yin smiled brightly, without any doubt, and stood up to give him her seat.

Unexpectedly, just as she got up, she heard faint sobbing. Turning her head, she saw Liu Shiyue with tears in her eyes, looking excited and both crying and laughing.

She was startled and quickly grabbed a tissue, anxiously asking, "What's wrong? Did you get paint in your eyes?"

"Do not worry about me."

Liu Shiyue took the tissue, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled with red eyes, "I just suddenly realized that it's really great that I can come and help you set up your stall today."

If she went to a karaoke bar, she definitely wouldn't have witnessed such pure love.

By the time Zhang Yang arrived outside the venue, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

It wasn't that he didn't want to come earlier, but Liu Shiyue had clearly told him that the meeting time was eight o'clock.

That's right, Liu Shiyue informed us of this time.

In fact, Zhong Yin's attitude was already very clear: she didn't like Zhang Yang and didn't want to have much of a relationship with him. If Liu Shiyue hadn't repeatedly asked her, she would never have agreed to let Zhang Yang set up a stall with her.

Liu Shiyue now regrets it. If she had known earlier that Zhong Yin had someone he liked, she wouldn't have done such a thing.

Now all we can do is try to salvage the situation.

Upon seeing Zhong Yin, Zhang Yang, who was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, immediately brightened up. He thought to himself that Cheng Shuang was right after all; Zhong Yin was interested in him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dressed up so specially today. It was obvious that he planned to go on a date with him after the stall was closed.

He touched the two concert tickets in his pocket, and his confidence returned.

"Morning."

He greeted the two of them with a smile.

At this time, Han Zhou had already made an excuse to go to the toilet to meet with Xiao Yixia, so he was not at the stall.

"morning."

Zhong Yin gave a nonchalant reply.

Cheng Shuang was right again. Zhong Yin was indeed deliberately acting cold towards me. The colder she acted, the more it showed that she cared about me...

Zhang Yang straightened his back, feeling that the sunshine was particularly bright today, and his confidence grew stronger.

Right, I can't show that I've figured out she likes me...

He quickly composed himself and was about to sit down in the seat next to Zhong Yin when he heard Zhong Yin say, "This seat is taken. You can sit on the bench in the back."

Zhang Yang was taken aback at first, but then he understood.

understood.

This must be what Cheng Shuang meant by being arrogant, right?
So that's how it's performed.

He smiled nonchalantly and sat down on a stool three meters away from Zhong Yin.

Just then, Liu Shiyue, who had been observing Zhang Yang for a long time, looked at him with a complicated expression. She hesitated for a long time before finally giving in and not being able to shatter his confidence. She forced a smile and said, "Zhang Yang, why are you wearing a mask today?"

She could understand wearing a baseball cap to cover the bag on her head, but what about the mask?

Zhang Yang looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I caught a cold these past two days and was worried about infecting you, so I had no choice but to do this. Please forgive me."

His refined and gentle demeanor was not something Sun Chengshuang taught him, but rather a winning secret he gleaned from books.

Throughout history, no girl has ever been immune to this charm. (End of Chapter)