He stole his best friend's photos and fell for a tycoon's heir through online dating.

Lin Wanxun withdrew her gaze, her expression unchanged as she smiled slightly: "It's nothing. Go home early."

His tone was so calm, as if nothing had happened.

-

In the car, Lin Wanzhi, who had been slow to react, sprang to Xia Ruo's side like a spring, her face bearing an expression that said, "I have a shocking secret," her eyes narrowed into two crescent moons.

"Ruoruo—" she drawled, her voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

What were you and my brother talking about just now?

"I didn't say anything," Xia Ruo said innocently. "I just talked about the internship."

"Really?" Lin Wanzhi leaned even closer, her nose almost touching Xia Ruo's face. "I don't believe it!"

"What's there to disbelieve? What else can we say?" Xia Ruo reached out and pushed her face away. "Stay away from me, you're spitting in my face."

Lin Wanzhi wasn't annoyed when she was pushed away. Instead, she chuckled twice, leaned back in her seat, and looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't, and was extremely conflicted.

She bit her lip, tapping her fingers on her knee as if she were having a fierce internal struggle.

"Ruo Ruo," she finally spoke, her voice low as if afraid the driver would hear, "I'm afraid you won't believe me if I tell you."

Looking at her mysterious appearance, Xia Ruo wondered what kind of trouble this girl was up to now.

"I found your one-inch photo in my brother's room," Lin Wanzhi said, her eyes sparkling.

She paused, then emphasized, "Back in high school."

Xia Ruo was stunned.

"It's that kind of...registration photo? A small one, taken when you're wearing your school uniform, your hair is tied up tightly, and you're smiling so sweetly."

Lin Wanzhi gestured to indicate the size of the name.

"It was tucked inside one of the books on his bookshelf; it fell out when I took that book out."

Xia Ruo's brain raced, and her inner monologue exploded instantly:

What? Lin Wanxun's room contains photos of the original owner?

Back in high school? That must have been several years ago.

Wait, wait, wait, this is so much information!

"Tell me," Lin Wanzhi leaned closer, her voice brimming with the excitement of "I'm going to be a matchmaker," "does my brother like you?"

"Huh?" Xia Ruo was caught off guard by this direct question. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I swear to God!" Lin Wanzhi raised three fingers, her expression as serious as if she were making an oath.

"I'm not lying! You know my brother, he's a germaphobe, I never dare to go into his room—"

You've never seen anything like it; the blankets are folded like in a hotel, there's not even a speck of dust on the bookshelves, and he complains that I'm losing hair if I stand there for too long.

She swallowed hard and continued talking:

"He's been abroad for the past few years, so I only went in for a very short visit! Just a tiny bit! And then I discovered it!!!"

Xia Ruo looked at her guilty expression, as if to say, "I really only visited for a very short while," and couldn't help but want to laugh, but her mind was still processing the information.

A one-inch photo of the original owner? In Lin Wanxun's room? Still tucked inside a book?

She quickly recalled the contents of the novel—Lin Wanxun was indeed described very little, so little that she could hardly recall any description of his romantic relationships.

However, the setting of "the only person who went to pay respects to Xia Ruo" suddenly becomes reasonable when combined with the premise that "he had a crush on the original owner of the body".

A person who had secretly loved someone for many years but never confessed their feelings went to the grave alone to lay a bouquet of flowers after the person's death.

A sudden, indescribable bitterness welled up in Xia Ruo's heart, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Don't talk nonsense," she said, organizing her thoughts and trying to keep her voice steady.

"If you really liked me, you would either take the photos abroad or hide them. How could you possibly find them so easily?"

"Your brother is such a meticulous person, how could he make such a basic mistake?"

Lin Wanzhi tilted her head and thought for a moment, the excitement on her face gradually fading.

"Hmm...you're right." She pouted.

"My brother is the kind of person who can detect even if I secretly touch his pen, so it's really unlikely that he would leave photos at home for me to find."

She leaned back in her chair, sighed, then suddenly perked up, turned around, and hugged Xia Ruo's arm tightly.

"Oh—I was hoping you could be my sister-in-law! That way we could never be apart!"

Waaaaah, Ruoruo, please consider it! My brother is really great, except he's a bit of a closet pervert!

Handsome, good-tempered, and rich—

"Stop, stop," Xia Ruo reached out and covered her mouth.

"Your brother is your brother, and you are you. Don't try to play matchmaker."

Lin Wanzhi was still mumbling something with her mouth covered, her eyes crinkling into two bridges as she laughed carefree.

Xia Ruo let go of her hand, leaned against the car window, and watched the street scene rushing past outside.

She genuinely didn't believe that Lin Wanxun liked the original owner of the body.

It's not because Lin Wanxun is bad, quite the opposite—Lin Wanxun is too good.

The heir to the Lin Group is gentle and refined, with a promising future.

If he had feelings for the original owner, why would the original owner go to such lengths to "fish" for him on social media?

There's a big fish right here, why bother going to the net to catch it?

The original owner of this body was so meticulous that she wanted to know exactly how many pairs of shoes the delivery guy downstairs from her dormitory had. With resources like Lin Wanxun around, how could she not know? How could she not take advantage of it?

She's useless. There's only one explanation: either she doesn't know, or she knows but doesn't have the opportunity.

Given the original owner's personality, if she "knew about it but had no opportunity," she would definitely find a way to create one.

So there's only one truth—Lin Wanzhi was mistaken. Or perhaps the photo wasn't even of the original owner, or… it was just a coincidence.

Xia Ruo shook her head and crossed the matter off the list of things to worry about.

She already has enough to worry about...

Lin Wanxun? No action to be taken for now.

"Ruo Ruo," Lin Wanzhi spoke again from the side, her voice soft and gentle, "Aren't you really going to consider it? My brother is really, really good."

Xia Ruo looked at her expressionlessly: "Did you take a bribe from your brother?"

"No way!" Lin Wanzhi pouted. "I just want to be your sister for life—"

"We're sisters for life now."

"That's different! Once she's your sister-in-law, she's family! Legally speaking!"

Xia Ruo was amused by her and reached out to ruffle her hair: "Okay, okay, I'll think about it. If I'm still not married when I'm eighty, I'll find your brother."

Lin Wanzhi counted on her fingers: "That's still more than fifty years... Okay, I'll tell my brother to wait."

"You really know how to stand up for your brother."

"Of course! My brother's happiness is all in my hands!"

Xia Ruo smiled and shook her head, too lazy to argue with her anymore. She took out her phone, opened Zhou Siyan's chat window, thought for a moment, and typed a line:

"Brother, I went to my best friend's house today. Her mom made so much delicious food, I'm so full!"