Before the plane took off, Wen Ling sent a text message to Bai Haonan:
"Uncle, I'm back in the country, returning with friends. Maybe Grandpa is right; I really don't deserve to know you. Sigh, I won't say more. Whenever I think about whether I deserve it or not, I get depressed again. Uncle, take care of your health and recover well!"
Bai Haonan stared at the message for a full ten minutes before letting out a long sigh and replying:
"You are the only one who deserves it! Only you!"
Unfortunately, by the time this message was sent, Wen Ling had already turned off her phone.
"Woo woo woo..."
"Hey, woman, you're so strange. It's your return to the country, why are you crying?"
"I'm just sad..."
"You can cry, but why hide your face while crying on my side? Don't you know I care about keeping my clothes clean?"
"Lan Qi, I'm done for. Why am I so sad about leaving Uncle Hao?"
Lan Qi blinked and sighed, "Sigh, woman, you're really done for... Your heart is completely broken, isn't it?"
She must have already filled her heart with that man named Bai Haonan, silly girl.
The door opened, and Su Liao adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, blinking her eyes.
"Hey? Liang Baikui, after a few days, you actually managed to bring back a person?"
Su Liao stepped forward, pinching Lan Qi's face, knocking on his chest to check its hardness, and then touching his Adam's apple, pouting, "No way, someone like this is actually a guy?"
This man looked too delicate, too exquisite, too beautiful!
Wen Ling drooped her eyelids, "His name is Lan Qi, he's stickier than dog skin plaster, insisting on living with me..."
Lan Qi smiled brightly at Su Liao and waved, "Hi, this auntie, please take care of me from now on."
"Bang!"
Su Liao punched Lan Qi, directly knocking his handsome face to one side.
"Are you blind? Calling me auntie?"
Lan Qi covered his face and wailed, "Is there no justice? Are all women like mother tigers? What should I call you then? Aren't you Wen Ling's mom?"
"Mom my foot! Clean your dog eyes before coming in!"
Su Liao was greatly offended and kicked Lan Qi in the groin.
"Wow wow wow... You're cutting off my descendants, I want you to be my child bride!"
Su Liao opened the door a crack, beckoning to Lan Qi with a grin, "Come here, I just want to try these moves on you..."
In her hand was a book titled: "One Hundred Ruthless Techniques of Spy Sexual Torture."
"Lan Qi! Is my face mask ready?"
"Ready, ready, almost done..."
"Lan Qi, take in the clothes on the balcony."
"Got it... Wow, all of these are your underwear, Su Liao, you're bullying me!"
"Lan Qi, clean up the pee that Xiao Mi Li made... three times, okay?"
"I endure, I endure!"
"Gaga, Lan Qi, your technique is really gentle, yes, uh-huh, just like that... right..."
Lan Qi rolled his eyes, continuing to massage Su Liao's shoulders, "How long do I have to massage?"
He was really going to be driven crazy. He never expected that moving into Wen Ling's rental would make him become Su Liao's little follower, more tired than a male servant, almost taking on all the chores and dirty work.
Where there is oppression, there is resistance; this saying is true.
Finally...
Su Liao spat out her noodles, stretching her tongue longer than a dog's, and yelled, "Damn Lan Qi! Stop right there! Did you put too much salt?"
Lan Qi stuck out his tongue with a mischievous smile, "A whole jar, haha..."
Su Liao grabbed a stick and charged at Lan Qi.
Lan Qi, quick to react, covered his head and fled, using a stack of cartoon underwear he had collected as grenades, throwing them at Su Liao.
"Lan Qi—! I will personally castrate you today!!!"
Su Liao had a pair of cute sheep underwear on her head, howling to the sky.
The arrival of the creamy beauty Lan Qi gave Su Liao another good "sister," and the two playful characters turned the rental into chaos.
Only Wen Ling remained dazed, silly, and quiet, becoming a silent statue.
Either she sat with her phone for an hour, or stared out the window in a daze for half an hour.
Or on the way to school, she would blankly bump into a tree.
Her mind was only revolving around one question: she and Hao were truly from two different worlds, right? Two spaces that couldn't shorten the distance between them?
Wow—
The surrounding screams were incessant, more explosive than a robbery scene.
A girl excitedly shook Wen Ling, "Liang Baikui! Is that super handsome guy your friend?"
Wen Ling finally came to her senses, looking around as the women seemed to go crazy, "What? What did you say? What super handsome guy? Let me see."
The woman almost fell over, pointing at a crowd on the playground, "Look, that handsome guy named Lan Qi is holding a smile meet on the playground. Su Liao is making a fortune! Anyone who gets a smile from Lan Qi has to pay Su Liao a hundred bucks..."
Wen Ling finally woke up under the bright, warm sunlight—she had been back at school for two days since returning from Singapore! She hadn't contacted Bai Haonan for over fifty hours! She felt as if she had been heartbroken for over fifty hours!
With Su Liao and Lan Qi...
Oh my god, do they want her to live?
One Su Liao at home was enough for her to handle, and now there was another quirky Lan Qi, the two of them were completely in cahoots.
What smile meet... Ugh, this Lan Qi is so full of himself!
Is he handsome? With such a creamy look, he's not manly at all, far from her Uncle Hao!
Uncle Hao...
As soon as she thought of Bai Haonan, Wen Ling felt like crying.
She quickly pounded her left chest, closed her eyes, and like chanting a spell, she jumped up and down while muttering, "I don't want him, I don't want him, I miss A Kai, I miss my A Kai, I don't want that uncle... I don't want, I don't want, I don't want..."
Oh no, what's going on? Why the more she muttered that she didn't want him, the more Bai Haonan's infuriatingly beautiful face filled her mind?
"Am I going crazy? Hey, little short-legged Wen Ling, don't pretend to be crazy here. The preliminary selection is tomorrow; don't get kicked out on your first try, haha..."
Wen Ling was startled and opened her eyes to see Zheng Bifan and her entourage looking at her with mocking expressions.
"Preliminary selection? What preliminary selection?"
Wen Ling felt a bit oxygen-deprived.
Zheng Bifan flicked her exquisite and noble hair, crossed her arms, and deliberately thrust her long, model-like legs forward, "Oh, Wen Ling, did you give up on the sea selection? Tomorrow is the first preliminary round of the sea selection, hehe, you're not scared to participate, are you?"
Zheng Bifan smiled slyly like a little fox. When she smiled, the upward corners of her eyes were even more enchanting.
"Haha, Bifan, look at her dazed expression, she's clearly scared."
"Yeah, yeah, Wen Ling is too scared to participate!"
"Wen Ling, if you have any self-awareness, you should just give up tomorrow. This selection is an opportunity for the noble ladies; there's no place for someone like you!"
Puff!
Wen Ling's fighting spirit flared up.
She laughed angrily, "Hehe, thanks for the reminder, Zheng classmate. Otherwise, I might have forgotten about that tiny little preliminary selection, which is smaller than a pinhole. Don't worry, even if I'm not as good as you, I'll still make sure to outshine you, Zheng classmate. Oh, by the way, if you're worried about singing off-key tomorrow, you can always use those beautiful legs of yours to show off in front of the judges; that should help you get by... Hehe..."
Zheng Bifan's face turned red and white with anger, gritting her teeth and screaming, "Wen Ling! Don't be too arrogant! You think you can compare with us music majors? I spit!"
Zheng Bifan spat at Wen Ling and then stormed off.
Wen Ling stood tall and unafraid, her legs sore, and after Zheng's group disappeared, she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, shouting "I'm done for, I'm done for!" She quickly swung her short legs and rushed into the women's circle on the playground, grabbing Lan Qi by the neck like a dead dog and dragging him away, "Lan Qi! Competition, competition! Quickly think of a way for me!"
Su Liao, eyes filled with dollar signs, jumped up, "Damn Liang Baikui! Let go of my cash cow! I haven't collected my money yet!"
Wen Shan was in the piano room, deeply engrossed in playing the piano, while his piano teacher listened attentively, a smile of appreciation on her face.
Wen Shan truly had musical talent; he could play pieces that others struggled with effortlessly.
"Clap!"
The teacher applauded, "Haha, Wen Shan, your expressiveness always amazes me. I believe that in less than five years, you will be famous in the national music scene! Keep it up, Wen Shan, don't stop, keep working hard."
Wen Shan bowed to his teacher, finishing today's lesson.
He swung his arms, feeling a bit tired.
A fragrant scent approached, "Wen Shan? Shan'er? You are my Shan'er, right?"
Wen Shan was stunned.
A stunningly beautiful lady was smiling warmly at him.
Shan'er?
What was this woman calling him?
"You are my Shan'er, right?"
Her? She said he was hers?
Wen Shan was dumbfounded, standing there in a daze.
Madam Qian Yi smiled sweetly, looking at him like a family member, "Oh, Shan'er, you've grown so tall, taller than me by a lot."
While Wen Shan was still in shock, she took his hand and gently placed a photo in it.
Wen Shan stared blankly at the photo in his hand...
This was the first time he had seen such a photo!
A young and beautiful woman (clearly the one in front of him) was holding a baby, with a very short little girl standing beside her...
"This, this..." Wen Shan stammered.
"Oh, your sister, Wen Ling..."
"And this..."
"Hehe, isn't that you, silly boy? You are my Shan'er!"
Buzz buzz...
Wen Shan's head exploded in an instant... He pouted, looking at the photo, then at the elegantly dressed lady beside him, and then back at the photo...
"You, you, you are..."
Madam Qian Yi's eyes gradually turned red; even though tears fell, she was still so beautiful and elegant, so extraordinary, "Child... I'm sorry... Mom... has been gone for a long time, right?"
"Mom?!"