The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Ye Shu was deported by Xia Qing, but he didn't feel too sad. Instead, he found it somewhat amusing.

He was cooking porridge in the kitchen, but the corners of his mouth never left his lips.

Sure enough, teasing Xia Qing is a bit addictive. Especially seeing Xia Qing's angry yet stubborn expression, it's like teasing a kitten, seeing her raise her tail while her claws are actually tucked in... Hmm, kind of cute.

"Achoo!"

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt an itch in his nose, so he quickly turned his head, covered his mouth with his hand, and sneezed.

He rubbed his nose, thinking to himself that Xia Qing was probably scolding him inside. Luckily, he reacted quickly and saved the pot of porridge.

The porridge is cooked. Pair it with some ready-made side dishes from the refrigerator, and fry two eggs. A simple breakfast is ready.

Next came the classic coaxing part. Ye Shu was quite adept at this, especially with Xia Qing.

He set breakfast on the table, then walked to Xia Qing's bedroom door and said through the door:

"Xia Qing, breakfast is ready. Why don't you come out and have some?"

Sure enough, a firm response immediately came from inside:

"I won't eat it!"

The voice was quite loud, but Ye Shu felt a sense of relief. Thankfully, the person was still willing to talk to her, which meant they weren't truly angry to the point of not wanting to communicate.

He understood that what Xia Qing needed was never a result about who was right or wrong, but a way for her to back down gracefully, plus a little face-saving from being "coaxed".

Ye Shu continued to coax from outside:

"Eat something, don't go hungry. I cooked some porridge and fried an egg, your favorite soft-boiled kind."

"I'm not hungry! You've made me so angry I'm full!"

The voice was still very aggressive, but if you listened carefully, it was mostly driven by spite.

Wasn't the opportunity to back down enough? Ye Shu blinked and decided to escalate the situation, activating the skills [Feign Weakness] and [Let's Talk Business].

Ye Shu pressed herself against the door, softening her voice even more, with a hint of pleading:

"Xia Qing, please, please eat something, okay? Getting angry on an empty stomach is bad for your health. Besides, we need to pick up my dad later, and then we'll go to Uncle An's house for dinner. You don't want to go out hungry, do you?"

"Who are you picking up?"

Footsteps came from inside the door, and then the door was pulled open.

Xia Qing stood at the door, looking at Ye Shu with a mixture of doubt and nervousness in her eyes.

"Who?"

She asked again, her tone much more serious than when Chongye Shu had shouted "I don't want to eat" earlier.

"My dad."

"Your dad's here?!"

Xia Qing stared at Ye Shu, her eyes widening even more. Ye Shu understood two sentences in her eyes: "Why didn't you say so sooner?" and "How come I didn't know?"

Ye Shu nodded:

"Yes, he came yesterday. Uncle An and Aunt Shen specially invited my dad over to meet us. Didn't you write it in your notebook...?"

Such an important matter should have been recorded in that notebook.

"book……"

Xia Qing, reminded by him, immediately turned around and walked back to the bedside, picked up the notebook she had slammed on the bedside table, and quickly flipped through it.

What about yesterday's records?

She discovered that the latest page was still on Xiao Nuan's form, which was completely empty yesterday, with not a single word written on it.

"No, I didn't record anything from yesterday. Who was there yesterday?!"

Xia Qing looked up at Ye Shu, who had followed her in, her expression a little dazed, having forgotten about the deportation.

Ye Shu looked at the notebook in her hand and suddenly remembered it too.

"Ah... I remember now, Xiaoxue was here yesterday. We were at Uncle An's house during the day, but she drank too much in the evening, so she didn't write anything. It's okay, I remember."

"Anyway, my dad arrived at Uncle An's house at noon yesterday. Uncle An and Aunt Shen talked to my dad about some things, had lunch together, and then agreed to our relationship."

Xia Qing listened to Ye Shu's words, stared at him for a while, then looked down at the empty notebook in her hand, and then looked up at Ye Shu's face.

A few seconds of silence.

Then Ye Shu saw that Xia Qing's lips, which had been slightly pursed due to nervousness, quickly curved upwards.

Xia Qing didn't say anything, but casually put the notebook back on the bedside table. This time she didn't drop it, she just put it down.

Then she turned and walked towards the door. As she passed Ye Shu, she didn't stop or look at him, simply uttering two curt words:

"Have a meal!"

"Okay, sure!"

Ye Shu quickly followed, watching Xia Qing's back. He thought that Xia Qing's anger might have dissipated because of the words "I agree to let us be together".

He pulled out a chair, sat opposite Xia Qing, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and secretly glanced at the person opposite him.

Xia Qing also lowered her head and sipped her porridge in small sips, but her cheeks were slightly puffed out, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Ye Shu felt more at ease; it seemed her guess was correct.

But he was only half right. Xia Qing was indeed happy for a moment because of that remark, but only for a moment. Because of her personality, so what if her family disagreed? As long as she liked it, that was enough.

What truly touched her was that sentence:

"It's okay, I remember."

Ye Shu himself didn't pay much attention to those words. But to Xia Qing, they carried a heavy weight.

That hardcover notebook was far more than just an ordinary notebook to the four of them. It was their lifeline, maintaining order, communicating information, and preventing chaos within that crowded body.

It is the only evidence a person has to know what happened while they were asleep, thus allowing them to continue living.

However, this lifeline is not always reliable. They may forget, overlook, or have their records interrupted by unforeseen circumstances.

For them, forgetting is not just a loss of memory, but also a break in information, which means potential misunderstandings, duplication of work, and unnecessary trouble.

Each information gap felt like groping in the dark, making them feel anxious and uneasy.

But now, someone is always by their side, saying to them, "It's okay, I remember."

This is not just a simple matter of helping someone remember something; this sentence has become another layer of protection in addition to that lifeline.

This means they no longer have to face the panic and unease caused by forgetting alone. When the notebook is blank, there is still someone who remembers what they have experienced, remembers those important months, and remembers the life that needs to be continued.

Their lives have always been like a relay race teetering on a tightrope, relying solely on their own internal mechanisms to maintain balance.

Ye Shu's presence was like a wall suddenly built on the edge of a tightrope, providing them with a solid and warm place to lean against.

He may not be able to solve all the problems, but just the three words "I remember" are enough to bring an unprecedented sense of peace.

Because they know that there is someone who cares about them.