Chapter 254: The Gold Medal Is Already Booked

Shen Ningmu didn't think much, and again started pulling Mu Youyu to chat.

Mu Youyu kept calling her "Aunt Shen" over and over.

On the surface Shen Ningmu was happy, but inside she had already been flooded with "Why isn't it Mom? The son's actions are too slow."

She furtively glanced at the smiling Jiang Liangjin nearby, secretly thinking, wishing he were better.

With such a great opportunity, how could she not know to move closer?

The Jiang and Mu families lived not far apart; within a few minutes, a commotion came from the doorway.

The servant hurried to open the door, and soon Lu Yuchu's voice came: "Baby, brother's here!"

Mu Youyu jumped up from the sofa immediately and ran to the doorway, calling "Yuchu brother!"

Jiang Liangjin watched her lighthearted back, shook his head helplessly, but the smile in his eyes didn't lessen at all.

He rose slowly and followed behind her.

Shen Ningmu also followed.

At the doorway, Lu Yuchu had just stepped inside when he was bumped into by a girl lunging at him, filling his arms.

He steadied her, nodded a greeting to the approaching Shen Ningmu, then laughed while ruffling her hair: "Run slowly, don't fall."

Mu Youyu quickly rose from his arms, turned to another person, and smiled even more brightly: "Yusu brother."

Song Yusui smiled and replied, stepping forward two paces: "The business competition just ended; aren't you tired?"

Mu Youyu curled her lips, her small face full of pride: "I and A Jin won the gold medal!"

The named Jiang Liangjin stood not far away; hearing this, he merely curled the corner of his lips lightly, saying nothing.

Song Yusui offered a few compliments, then turned to Shen Ningmu: "Aunt Shen, you really look younger and younger; standing with Youbao, one might mistake you for sisters."

Shen Ningmu already liked this sweet-talking, well-behaved child, especially since he kept helping her own son.

Right then she pulled him and began asking about everything: "Yusu, how's work at the company lately? Don't overwork yourself."

"Not busy, not busy." Song Yusui replied with a laugh, his glance subtly drifting to Jiang Liangjin beside him.

Mu Youyu gently shook Lu Yuchu's hand: "Yuchu brother, aren't you busy?"

Lu Yuchu patiently said: "Not busy."

Song Yusui took the chance while Shen Ningmu went to answer the phone, unnoticed, he moved close to Jiang Liangjin and lowered his voice: "Things over there are mostly settled; my dad returned home midway."

Jiang Liangjin turned his head to glance at him: "Good."

"As for Cheng Siqing's side," Song Yusui paused, then added, "she knows what to do."

"Got it." Jiang Liangjin replied lightly, but his gaze drifted back to the girl not far away laughing and chatting with Lu Yuchu.

Seeing Jiang Liangjin absent‑minded, as if his soul were about to be pulled away, Song Yusui couldn't help clicking his tongue lightly and bumped his shoulder with his own.

"A Jin, you need to pay attention lately; Chu Bao has the idea of inheriting the company. Also Song Yan, after he and Chu Bao finish filming, they'll rest a while, and might soon be loitering in front of the baby."

"Then there's Qi Ge, who keeps coming to find me; he's clearly idle, so you should watch out too."

He has been on leave for almost a month; in a few days he'll return to M Guo to study, and won't have time to manage affairs here.

Jiang Liangjin blinked: "Got it, thank you, Brother Yusui."

Song Yusui was amused by that address, laughed out loud, and patted his shoulder: "No need to thank me between us."

The two grew up together from childhood; at first he was just like those brothers of his.

He thought that the family had finally awaited such a fragrant, soft little sister Mu Youyu, and couldn't focus solely on this outsider.

Thus he and those brothers each treated her as a treasure, fearing any brat would lure her away.

Toward Jiang Liangjin he was especially on guard, fearing he would get the advantage of being close to the water.

Later, after some matter, he let go and changed his view.

Looking again at Jiang Liangjin and Youbao's interaction, he felt only that their stations matched and their temperaments got along well.

He then stopped worrying about them.

Speaking of which, he had actually taken a liking to A Jin even earlier than Song Huaixian had!

Song Yusui lifted his chin, these people really are...

Each of them doesn't understand; only by sharing the sister's thoughts can one gain her favor more.

Sure enough, as soon as that thought settled, the sister tossed Lu Yuchu aside, reached out to grab his wrist and shook it, laughing: "Brother Yusui, what have you been up to lately?"

Song Yusui gave a light cough: "I've been thinking of you~"

He really is the sister's favorite brother.

Mu Youyu hummed twice: "I can't tell."

Song Yusui deliberately made a broken‑heart gesture: "Wuu wuu wuu wuu I'm so pitiful..."

Lu Yuchu watched, amused, pretended to raise his phone to take a photo, and said coolly: "Here we go again, you're better at this than me; I'll snap it and send it to the family group."

Song Yusui, quick‑eyed and quick‑handed, snatched his phone: "You're really annoying."

Lu Yuchu expressionlessly mimicked his tone, replicating it exactly: "You're really annoying~"

The two were messing around together, and Jiang Liangjin, taking advantage of the opening, came to Mu Youyu's side: "Your competition results come out tomorrow, right?"

Mu Youyu nodded obediently, a flicker of helplessness crossing her small face: "Yes, I have to go to C University tomorrow; the teacher said after receiving the award they'll hold a celebration banquet for me."

Lately there have been too many banquets over the past few months; she can hardly count them.

She truly admires Lin Tingsong and wishes to broadcast every point of her achievements to the world.

Jiang Liangjin laughed: "This proves our Youbao's strength is strong, worthy of so many people's congratulations."

Mu Youyu is not humble at all, raising her chin, her petite manner arrogant: "Of course! And don't even look at what my surname is."

Jiang Liangjin indulged: "Yes yes yes, Mu sister needs to cover for me."

"That depends on your performance."

Lu Yuchu, having gained a bit of advantage from Song Yusui, lifted his head and saw the two extremely close together, which was glaringly obvious.

He couldn't help furrowing his brow, opening his mouth to say: "You……"

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Liangjin lightly interrupted: "How is Brother Yuchu?"

That "Brother Yuchu" rolled off the tongue easily, but Lu Yuchu heard it and his whole body tensed, goosebumps almost rising.

In his heart he couldn't help frantically scrolling, but his sister was right there, and he couldn't utter a rebuttal.

Song Yusui chuckled secretly.

The next day.

Mu Youyu and Jiang Liangjin set off for C University early in the morning.

She wore a blue hoodie, her hair loose, her head nodding slightly, looking drowsy.

Jiang Liangjin sat beside her, wearing a blue hoodie of the same shade, letting her lean on his shoulder, and he gently lifted her head.

The car stopped steadily at the gate of C University.

As soon as they got out of the car, they attracted many gazes.

Mu Youyu was somewhat awakened by the light, and at a glance she saw Lin Tingsong at the C University gate.

Beside him followed several middle-aged people, apparently senior figures in the art world.

The two hurried forward, but before they could greet him, they heard Lin Tingsong's familiar voice: "What? Your daughter is a fan of my beloved disciple? For that autograph, you'd have to ask if she's willing—I can't decide."

"Gold medal—my beloved disciple has already reserved the gold medal."

"Heh, I really do have a fine disciple; your envy is useless, he's not yours~"

Upon hearing that, the several middle-aged people all rolled their eyes.

In the circle, it's not that Master Lin has ability but keeps a low profile.

Keeping such a low profile that for nearly ten years he hasn't appeared in public view, even sending only a representative to top-tier award ceremonies.

How could he look like someone begging for a beating.