Chapter 37: That Kind of Clothing

Bai Shunan's home.

After the two sisters returned home, Bai Shuruo began bustling about to stew chicken soup.

Bai Shunan originally wanted to go help her, but Bai Shuruo wouldn't allow it, saying that having someone watching made her nervous and she wanted to do it alone.

Bai Shunan had no choice but to lie on the sofa and play on her phone.

She had been traveling these past few days with things on her mind and hadn't slept well; now that she was back in a familiar environment with her younger sister keeping her company at home, she fell asleep after playing for a while.

Bai Shuruo had been busy in the kitchen, but she glanced into the living room and saw her older sister asleep on the sofa.

A sister is a sister; that older sister who had been pretty from childhood to adulthood, even when asleep, had an elegant posture.

Her figure was slender, her long hair draped by her side like a fairy, unlike herself, who was always tossing and turning, sometimes even waking up in a prone position.

Bai Shuruo revealed a doting smile, and seeing that her sister wasn't covered, she went out to cover her sister's stomach with a blanket to prevent her from catching a cold.

When the chicken soup was ready, Bai Shuruo went to call Bai Shunan to get up for dinner.

This time she hadn't forgotten to cook rice; with rice, chicken soup, and a stir-fried vegetable dish, it was as sumptuous as could be.

Bai Shunan covered her mouth to yawn, then praised her repeatedly, "Ever since my younger sister got married, her culinary skills have become increasingly refined. It's been a long time since I've had such delicious chicken soup."

"My cooking is just average. Brother Han's cooking is the one that's truly good; he knows how to make even more dishes. I also feel embarrassed eating the food he cooks every day, which is why I'm trying to learn how to make soup."

Bai Shunan laughed while drinking her soup: "You're showing off your affection right in front of me."

"Affection?" Bai Shuruo asked.

"He cooks for you, and you stew soup for him—isn't that affection?"

"..." Bai Shuruo didn't say that the two of them were only in a marriage of convenience, so as not to worry her sister.

Just as they were eating, a message came to the phone Bai Shunan had placed to the side.

It was sent by a former subordinate; because she didn't want to miss work-related information, she had set this subordinate to "special attention," so as long as a message arrived, it would display on the screen.

She picked it up and took a look; the subordinate had sent her a TikTok link, which contained a video taken by a passerby of Gu Yunting parking his car willfully on the side of the road.

Bai Shunan stared blankly.

Was he acting this angry because of her?

Seeing this, Bai Shuruo leaned over to take a look, and when she saw Gu Yunting's childish and willful appearance, she knew her sister would soften her heart again.

Her sister always fell for this act of Gu Yunting's; every time she wanted to refuse him, this Gu Yunting would throw a little tantrum like a puppy.

Yet he happened to be the president of the Gu Corporation, usually cold and aloof as can be, only acting like this in front of her sister.

At work, the two were superior and subordinate; in life, Gu Yunting seemed even more childish and willful than Bai Shuhua, relying on her sister for everything.

"Sister..." Bai Shuruo tried to remind her: "The reason Gu Yunting is angry might be because you didn't come back to work and he was hit hard by it. You... don't pay him any mind."

Bai Shunan smiled, put her phone back to the side, and said: "I won't pay him any mind. Let's continue eating."

Only then did Bai Shuruo feel relieved.

Her sister was the type of woman who was decisive and swift; as long as she decided on something, she would be determined to see it through to the end.

Perhaps she would be fine in a few days.

It was 8 o'clock at night when she returned home from her sister's place.

Bai Shuruo carried a large bag of things into the house.

Seeing that Han Yangting wasn't in the living room, she carried the items directly into her own room.

Just as she was about to unwrap the gifts, Han Yangting suddenly appeared from somewhere; he was wearing casual loungewear and standing at the doorway, holding a cup of hot tea, his posture leaning against the doorframe both elegant and handsome.

"Brother Han..." Bai Shuruo greeted him in a hurry.

"Have you eaten?" he asked.

"I have. I stewed chicken soup for my sister, and we ate together before I came back." Bai Shuruo had been eating chicken all day and surprisingly didn't feel sick of it at all.

"That's good." Han Yangting's gaze fell on the small travel bag in front of her.

Bai Shuruo explained: "These are gifts my sister brought back for me."

Han Yangting didn't seem in a hurry to leave; he took a sip of tea and asked curiously: "Then open them and take a look."

They were just gifts, not anything shameful, and besides, they lived together day and night and were already very familiar with each other.

So, Bai Shuruo unzipped the bag right in front of him.

First was a white shoulder bag; Bai Shuruo didn't know what brand it was, but the feel of the bag was excellent, the outer layer of cowhide was very soft, it felt comfortable to touch, and it even had a leather scent.

Especially the style of the bag, which was elegant with a touch of playfulness, very suitable for a girl in her early twenties like her.

She was filled with joy.

Her sister must have seen that her crossbody bag was very old and bought this for her.

Seeing this, Han Yangting said: "Your sister has good taste; this bag suits you well."

Bai Shuruo happily set the bag aside and picked up the second gift, which was two boxes of facial masks. Bai Shuruo knew this brand; it was rumored to be the "ex-boyfriend mask," and a roommate had used it back when she lived in the dormitory.

Below that were some souvenirs: a jade pendant bought in Thailand and a Merlion bronze statue bought in Singapore.

At the very bottom was a set of clothes, the style looking like a school uniform.

Bai Shuruo muttered: I'm almost graduating from university, why is my sister still sending me such childish clothes? I don't even know if they'll fit.

She took the "school uniform" out and held it up against herself to measure.

Huh, this "school uniform" isn't right; it seems to be missing some fabric, and the skirt is especially short.

By the time she realized what it was, she hurriedly threw the "school uniform" back into the bag, then looked at Han Yangting with a blushing, embarrassed face, her toes already curling into the floor.

He must have seen it too, and was standing there motionless.

Bai Shuruo was embarrassed to death.

She simply ran over, pushed him out, and then "bang!" shut the door.

Han Yangting stood outside the door for a good while holding his teacup, took another sip, and then turned away silently.

He admitted he had thought the wrong way just now; he would have to go back and take another shower.

……

Bai Shuruo buried her head inside the quilt and hid for a full ten minutes, wishing she could dig a hole in the bed and crawl into it.

After ten minutes, she finally emerged from the quilt and took out her phone to send a message to Bai Shunan.

Ruo: Sis, you're crazy, why did you send me clothes like that? I'm so embarrassed.

Bai Shunan: What, you can't use them right now?

Ruo: Of course I can't use them, he and I... aren't as open as you think.

Bai Shunan: Take it one step at a time, you'll use them sooner or later; men all like women to wear these in bed, if you wear them, he will cherish you even more.

Bai Shuruo was stunned.

Really?

But when Han Yangting saw these clothes just now, he looked completely indifferent.

Women have absolutely no temptation for him!

……

Bai Shuruo took a shower and changed into loungewear.

It was only past eight o'clock, too early to sleep; she had originally wanted to go out and watch some television, but at the thought of the scene from just a moment ago, she was unbearably embarrassed—in this home, she had already suffered social death.

She simply lay on the bed and played on her phone.

Her phone was one she had bought while doing part-time work for seniors during her sophomore year, costing less than a thousand yuan; it worked fine for taking calls and sending texts, but the pixel quality was poor, and her eyes got tired after looking at it for a long time.

Moreover, there was nothing fun on the phone; it was nothing more than checking WeChat groups, she was tired of playing games, and she couldn't focus on reading.

For a moment, she actually didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, a knocking sound came from the door.

She was nervous, and her phone slipped from her grip, actually hitting her on the forehead.

"Ouch!" she couldn't help but cry out.

The person outside heard it and immediately opened the door and came in.