You're my wife, don't doubt it!

"How about we call it a day?" Yu Luying looked a little tired. "You go back first and help your sister pack her things. If you have time, finish this test paper. Do as much as you can. I'll finish it with you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Xiao Yao asked her, "Isn't tomorrow the day of the memorial service?"

“I’ll be back from the memorial service,” Yu Luying said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Fine," Xiao Yao's last hope of spending some time with Shen Jie vanished, "Let's not go to KFC tomorrow, it's too noisy. I think we should go to your place or come to my place instead?"

Yu Luying remained silent.

"Or... like before, going to church would be nice?" Xiao Yao said.

"We'll see." Yu Luying turned her head and reached into her schoolbag. "I'll take it myself."

"Hmm~" Xiao Yao shook his head, making a sound of denial through his nose.

The boy held Yu Luying's hand—in fact, he was being held, feeling a warmth emanating from her palm. The girl gently tightened her grip, intertwining her fingers, as if trying to transfer more warmth to him. After walking for a while, Xiao Yao's palms became slightly sweaty, their hands sticking together, yet they didn't separate.

They walked along the bustling street, the crowd surging, and various sounds constantly passing through their ears. Xiao Yao's feelings became more complicated—although he was happy to be walking with Yu Luying, he still felt some unease and confusion.

He began to think that he should withdraw his hand to avoid letting the guilt he felt towards Shen Jie become a new burden on his shoulders.

Xiao Yao tried to pull his hand out with moderate force, but failed.

Yu Luying's palms began to get a little damp, but she still held his hand tightly.

As I walked, the number of shops and people along the road gradually decreased.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath.

Since that's the case, let's express our feelings now, here and now.

Xiao Yao stopped in his tracks.

"Huh?" The girl stumbled.

"I... want to discuss something with you," Xiao Yao said cautiously.

The slender girl turned around and met Xiao Yao's gaze.

Although Xiao Yao is slightly taller, because her eyes are located on the bottom of her head, from Xiao Yao's perspective, the two appear to be about the same height, or even slightly taller than Yu Luying.

“Yes, I know this might not be the best way to put it,” Xiao Yao said, carefully choosing his words. “So, I’m just discussing this with you. You can disagree, but please don’t get angry.”

"Go ahead and say it," the girl replied in a soft, gentle voice.

"You..." Xiao Yao made up his mind: "Two years from now, come with me, come with me to study in the United States, okay?"

Yu Luying stared with her big eyes, the watery light in them seeming to speak volumes: "I remember you said you wanted to get into the Shanghai Theatre Academy."

“That’s true…” Xiao Yao finally let go of Yu Luying’s hand and scratched the back of his head: “But isn’t it better to study screenwriting in the US? Their film industry is more developed.”

“If it’s really your own decision to go, I can consider it,” Yu Luying said without hesitation.

“You’re asking a question you already know the answer to,” Xiao Yao told her.

“Then I also think you’re asking a question you already know the answer to,” Yu Luying retorted.

The girl's expression and tone were calm, but Xiao Yao knew that the communication had basically failed.

“I can understand it as,” Xiao Yao asked cautiously, “that you are deliberately opposing us?”

“That’s a strange thing to say,” Yu Luying’s breathing became slightly heavier. “Should my future be planned according to the plans of another couple?”

Xiao Yao frowned and said, "She means that if you have financial difficulties, as your good friend, she can offer any help she can..."

"Thank you, I don't need it."

“I know you want to apply to Fudan University,” Xiao Yao said, “but you should be able to get better career prospects in the US… right?”

“She doesn’t know what major I want to apply for,” Yu Luying’s voice rose a little, “Don’t you know either?”

“I know,” Xiao Yao sighed, “classical Chinese literature.”

"Do you want me to study classical Chinese literature with a professor who only speaks English?"

"Alright, just pretend I didn't say anything." Xiao Yao raised his hands in surrender: "I said, this is just a discussion, you don't need to be angry."

“I’ve discovered that you two are truly a match made in heaven,” Yu Luying turned her head away, “One of you wants to ‘entrust your husband and daughter to me,’ and the other wants to take me away like luggage—”

"Wait a minute," Xiao Yao panicked even more, "What's this about 'offering one's daughter to one's husband'?"

Yu Luying turned around, completely turning her back to Xiao Yao.

"?"

“She wants me to be your…girlfriend,” Yu Luying said in a very soft voice.

"Huh?" Xiao Yao said.

"Never mind if you didn't hear it."

“She still told you,” Xiao Yao sighed. “She’s really toxic.”

"You clearly heard it, yet you still said 'whatever'," Yu Luying said indignantly.

“No,” Xiao Yao said, pointing to the back of Yu Luying’s head, “she still wants to break up with me?”

“If I understand correctly,” Yu Luying said, “she is still your fiancée.”

"She must be out of her mind. How could you possibly agree to something like this?" Considering Yu Luying's strange behavior tonight, Xiao Yao wasn't very confident and seemed to be seeking confirmation.

……

"I agreed." After a twenty-second silence, Yu Luying said quietly, "She convinced me."

Xiao Yao slapped his forehead, making a crisp "smack" sound.

"Ouch!" Yu Luying stomped her foot, turned around, and pouted slightly to express her dissatisfaction.

Chapter 167 I'm too heavy, I'm afraid I'll crush her.

2023-04-20

Xiao Yao returned home with his schoolbag on his back, changed into slippers, and went straight to open the wardrobe door, sticking his head, upper body, and one arm into the mirror.

"Um, my dear wife, please come out for a moment." Xiao Yao cleared his throat and asked in a serious tone.

Inside the room, two adorable girls were sitting on the floor like ducks, folding their messy clothes neatly and stuffing them into a large green suitcase.

A faint, lingering smell filled the air. When Xiao Yao was in elementary and middle school, he had to take off his shoes to enter the computer lab, and that classroom always had this same smell.

Neither Xiao Yao himself, nor Shen Jie or Yu Luying would have this smell in the room, except when our sports student Shen Tianyun was present... um...

"It tastes amazing."

The boy's gaze swept over his daughter's feet. She was wearing a pair of gray short stockings with small, plum blossom-like patterns on the balls of her feet and heels.

"Oh, Daddy's back," the girl said, lifting her eyelids slightly.

"Could you please not add the word 'small' in front of it?" Xiao Yao asked.

"Okay, Xiao Yao, you're back," Shen Tianyun said cheerfully.

Shen Jie stood up and walked lightly toward Xiao Yao: "What's wrong?"

Although it was only a few steps, her gait was incredibly elegant, almost like a dance. The girl lightly crossed her legs and gracefully stepped towards Xiao Yao. Her short socks were very simple, without any patterns or decorations; the pure black socks didn't reveal any skin on her feet, and their length just past her ankles, perfectly showcasing her fair and soft calves—truly sexy and alluring. The velvet material of the socks was soft and comfortable, flowing without being constricting…

"What are you doing blocking the doorway?" Shen Jie asked him.

Xiao Yao quickly disappeared back into 2004.

"What's wrong?" Back in Xiao Yao's room, Shen Jie sat down on his sofa, crossed her right leg, and asked again.

"You, you're determined to break up with me?" Xiao Yao's tone was a mix of anger and fear.

Shen Jie looked somewhat surprised.

She hesitated for two seconds: "Come here."

Xiao Yao walked over, and Shen Jie put her legs down, hooked her arms around his waist, and made him sit on her lap.

As everyone knows, Xiao Yao is 20cm taller than Shen Jie and weighs 1.6739 times her weight, so his first reaction was that he was afraid he would crush Shen Jie.

The boy stood on his feet, supporting his body and trying to distribute some of his weight.

Sitting in this position, he felt a sense of comfort, softness and elasticity, and his whole being felt more "high up".

At the same time, Shen Jie also appeared to be even more petite and adorable.

"Does the injury on your knee not hurt anymore?" Xiao Yao asked her.

The girl tilted her delicate face up and hooked her arms around the boy's neck, and the latter obediently lowered his head.

……

He gently put his arm around Shen Jie's waist, feeling her softness and warmth, and then rested his head on the girl's shoulder.

Xiao Yao's head was turned to the side, and he could hear Shen Jie's breathing.

Although he felt the pose was a bit effeminate, that's exactly what Xiao Yao wanted to do at that moment.

At this moment, it seemed that everything in the world became quiet, with only him and Shen Jie nestled together.

"Why are you the one who's worried about breaking up?" Shen Jie had already prepared her words: "I'm the one who doesn't want to break up, right? You've done all that to me... If you dare to shirk responsibility, I'll have Uncle John tie you to a big rock and sink you into the Yellow River."

Xiao Yao recalled the terrifyingly large foreigner in his mind, but upon hearing Shen Jie's words, he felt relieved: "That's good, that's good."