Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 424 Confession and Flowers

Seeing that everyone believed Nanfeng's words, Wanyu breathed a sigh of relief.

She continued, asking Youyou, "Youyou, if you were you, what kind of confession would you like?"

After a moment of contemplation, she said, "If it were me... I would hope that my confession would take place on a cruise ship."

The group asked in confusion, "A cruise ship?"

Upon hearing this, Guan Gu was immediately shocked. Where was he supposed to get a cruise ship for Youyou now?

"Yeah, I can picture myself being confessed to."

"That day, it was foggy, and I was on the Black Pearl cruise ship sailing on the Caribbean Sea, which is full of icebergs," Youyou said with anticipation.

"What the hell?"

At this moment, Nanfeng felt like there were too many things to complain about and she didn't know where to begin.

Youyou, your geography skills are really not that great.

At this moment, Youyou continued to describe her imagined confession scene: "Suddenly, with a bang, the ship collided with the iceberg. The ship began to tilt violently, and everything fell down with a crash."

Youyou slapped the table excitedly and asked, "Can you imagine that scene? Things on top fall down, things on the bottom fall up, things on the left fall to the right, and things on the right tilt to the left..."

[In her inner world, a warm smile, like that of a receptionist, graced Youyou's face.]

Normally, everyone should be entering my fantasy world by now, but the reason I'm narrating it is simply because...

[Youyou said dejectedly: Because I'm a bit poor, I can't even imagine the scene on the extremely luxurious Black Pearl.]

The others, who also had little knowledge of cruise ships, stared blankly at Youyou's gesturing and talking, their inner shock surging like a tidal wave.

"Then everyone kept moving to the left, everyone was screaming desperately, the scene was like the end of the world..."

"Wait a minute!"

Guan Gu interrupted Youyou's reverie, saying with a strange expression, "Youyou, what you're saying... is very moving, but what does that have to do with confessing your feelings?"

"Guan Gu, you don't understand. This is a necessary setup," Youyou said earnestly.

"Okay, okay," Guan Gu said, extending his hand. "You can continue."

Youyou cleared her throat and continued, "Just as I was about to scream, my soulmate finally appeared before me, and then..."

……

Then, to everyone's astonishment, Youyou recounted a love story that lasted more than ten minutes, about a shipwreck and how the male and female protagonists overcame the difficulties together.

"...My soulmate looked at me with deep affection, and said in a gentle yet firm tone, 'You jump! I jump!'"

"Finally, he took my hands, and we stood at the bow of the boat, when that familiar melody began to play..."

Nanfeng silently opened her phone and played a song called "My Heart Will Go On".

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Is this it?

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Youyou asked excitedly, "Nanfeng, how did you know?"

"Because you're just copying Titanic."

Nanfeng sighed: "Youyou, other girls' confessions at most cost money, time and effort, but yours is a bit too much of a life-threatening thing!"

"Also, the Caribbean Sea is located in the tropical Atlantic Ocean, so there may be fog, but there are definitely no dense icebergs."

As Nanfeng spoke, she looked at Guangu, as if asking him what he was thinking about such a difficult confession.

Why not try pushing your wallet to its limits?

Guan Gu's face was expressionless, a helpless smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

What else could he possibly think?

Even if I could take Youyou on a cruise, I couldn't possibly cause a shipwreck!

Youyou's idea was so surprising that even Wanyu, a young lady whose family owned shares in an international cruise company, felt her scalp tingle. She looked at Youyou, her voice trembling slightly.

"Youyou, isn't sinking a cruise ship just to confess your feelings a bit too much? Aren't there any smaller-scale options for confessions that you like?"

"Hmm...yes."

Youyou clapped her hands and continued to vividly describe her dream confession scene.

[In her inner world, Wanyu said with a smile.]

[For the next half hour, Youyou described all sorts of innocent, imaginative, extravagant, and dramatic scenarios of confessing her love.]

These scenes of confession of love have deeply moved us!

Wan Yu sighed: Actually, I felt it was okay after hearing it, and I even wanted to give it a try, but Guan Gu just...

She shrugged and turned her head to look in the other direction.

Following Wan Yu's gaze, they saw Guan Gu lying unconscious on the ground, while Nan Feng and Zhang Wei were desperately performing CPR on him.

[Guan Gu! Guan Gu! Hold on! Hold on!]

The confession is the night after tomorrow, you can't just give up like this!

After talking enthusiastically for half an hour, Youyou finished a large bowl of soup in one go. She slammed the bowl on the table with a bang, and then asked expectantly.

What do you think of my idea?

All Mika and Curry Sauce did was smile.

Wan Yu was dumbfounded: "One sword!"

Zhang Wei continued Wan Yu's words: "Kill them!"

"I'll do it!" Guan Gu gestured as if he were committing seppuku.

Youyou chuckled and said, "Is it really that exaggerated?"

What do you think?

Nanfeng sighed: "Disaster science fiction, martial arts spy war, suspense and reasoning, horror and supernatural, time travel and reincarnation, mythology and legend, you've practically gathered all the genres of TV dramas on the market."

He looked up at Youyou: "But why aren't there any sitcoms? Don't you like sitcoms?"

Youyou waved her hand dismissively: "Oh, sitcoms are all about comedy, there's no romantic confession in them."

Zhang Wei complained, "But what you just said wasn't exactly romantic either."

He counted the names of the dead on his fingers: "The Titanic sinks, Terminator Omnic Crisis, Linghu Chong falls in love with Dongfang Bubai, and the head of the intelligence department is troubled by love."

"And then there's Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, the flooding of Jinshan Temple, the collapse of Leifeng Pagoda, the havoc in Heaven... My God, how many people must have died from all that?"

Zhang Wei said nervously, "Youyou, did I really have to make such a big fuss to confess my feelings to you?"

"You don't understand."

Youyou said confidently, "Confessing your feelings is something you only do once in your life if you meet the right person, so of course you have to make a big show of it, as romantic and touching as possible, otherwise how can you leave a lasting impression?"

She said with longing, "What I want is that no matter when, even when I'm old and senile, I can just close my eyes and recall the feeling of confessing my feelings back then."

Mika corrected, "It feels like being confessed to."

"Um...they're all the same."

Ziqiao pursed his lips upon hearing this. Now he understood why his aunt had bought such a large firework.

Being bombarded eleven times by such a behemoth cannon on the night of the confession—not only will he become senile in his old age, but even as a ghost after death, he'll tremble at the sound of firecrackers.

Nanfeng scoffed when he heard Youyou's words: "Youyou, if you just want to better remember, then instead of making such a big fuss, you might as well hire a professional photographer to record and take pictures of the whole thing."

"You can also save the video of the confession and use it to be buried with your family. Even if you become senile in your old age, you can still brag to us neighbors as a ghost."

Xiao Xian complained, "Are we going to stay neighbors even after we die?"

"You're not happy about it?"

"No, that's not it. I'm mainly worried that the curry sauce might steal my offerings."

"what?"

Curry Sauce, who was eating, looked up with a bewildered expression.

Youyou was taken aback when she heard Nanfeng's suggestion, and then her gaze toward Nanfeng was filled with admiration and worship.

"south wind."

"Um?"

"You're a genius!"

Youyou slammed her hand on the table: "We'll do it your way!"

"What?"

Everyone looked at Youyou with puzzled expressions.

Realizing she was being too excited, Youyou quickly changed her tune, saying, "I mean... I really hope that one day when someone confesses their feelings to me, they can do this."

Nanfeng then asked Guan Gu, "Besides romance, a sense of ceremony, and a memorable experience, what other requirements do you have?"

"Other requests..."

Youyou pondered for a moment, while also thinking about what else she needed to do on the day of her confession: "I just hope that I can dress up nicely, and it would be best to do a hairstyling and put on a full face of makeup or something."

"At such an important moment, I don't want to look too ugly or awful."

"I see."

Guan Gu nodded thoughtfully.

Curry Sauce nudged Guan Gu and teased, "Guan Gu, you'd better write this down quickly, you never know when you might need it."

Guan Gu's heart tightened instantly, and he said in a flustered manner, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Ziqiao snorted coldly, annoyed. Even if he memorized it now, he wouldn't be able to use it.

Xiao Xian grinned mischievously, "Guan Gu is born lucky, why would he need to remember this? Maybe..."

Youyou and Ziqiao glared fiercely at Xiaoxian.

He's the kind of guy who wants to spill all the knowledge he has!

Mika asked curiously, "Maybe what?"

"Maybe, maybe Guan Gu will have a lot of romantic opportunities, just like I said before."

At this point, Xiaoxian gave Ziqiao and Youyou a look that said, "Take it easy."

"By the way, Guan Gu, do you like peach blossoms?"

He chuckled slyly, "If you like peach blossoms, you can buy a few peach branches, soak them in water, and keep them. When the peach blossoms bloom, your luck in finding love will come."

"What if I don't like peach blossoms?"

"Then buy some flowers you like to attract love luck."

Xiaoxian casually asked, "So what flowers do you like? Roses, peonies, lavender?"

"Neither," Guan Gu replied without hesitation. "I like hydrangeas."

Youyou's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

"Oh... hydrangeas, then you should put them next to your easel."

Zeng Xiaoxian nodded, then glanced smugly at Ziqiao and Youyou.

Look, look, let me show you Brother Xian's ability to get information out of people.

Ziqiao immediately looked at Xiaoxian with new respect, and shamelessly took all the credit for himself.

[Wow, Teacher Zeng, it seems your study of Lüshi Chunqiu those past few days wasn't a waste of time.]

[Why is it that you can't think of any of these little tricks when you're with girls, but you use them so skillfully with Guan Gu?]

"Forget it."

Guan Gu rejected Xiao Xian's suggestion. He quickly glanced at You You, then pretended to be nonchalant and said, "I don't think I need any more romantic opportunities right now."

Upon hearing this, Youyou's lips curled up slightly, and Ziqiao sighed helplessly at his aunt's pathetic state.

With his mouth full of food, Curry Sauce mumbled, "Teacher Zeng, why did you suddenly convert to metaphysics?"

"Since it's free, I might as well believe it a little."

Xiao Xian said with great enthusiasm, "And I think I really have a talent for metaphysics."

"But you said the same thing when we played League of Legends last time, and you died nine times in fifteen minutes," Curry Sauce complained. "If everyone hadn't surrendered after fifteen minutes, you don't know how many more times you would have died."

Xiao Xian sheepishly explained, "This...this was an accident."

"Let's not talk about that now."

Zhang Wei grinned and pointed to himself: "Teacher Zeng, if you're really that amazing, could you also help me see when my luck with love will come?"

Xiao Xian glanced at Zhang Wei indifferently: "So, Zhang Wei, what kind of flower do you like?"

"Forehead……"

Zhang Wei hesitated for a while before tentatively answering, "Honeysuckle?"

An eerie silence fell over everyone.

Putting aside whether honeysuckle looks good or not, the name itself sounds very much in line with Zhang Wei's aesthetic.

Xiao Xian explained, "I'm sorry, Zhang Wei, this method isn't suitable for you if you don't have a favorite flower."

Why?

"The beauty of this method is that... even if you don't attract romantic luck, at least you can still have a bouquet of flowers that you like."

"That way you won't come after me for getting ripped off."