Chapter 436

Before the door shut, several people heard from outside a quarrel they thought was quiet.

"It's all your fault, insisting on coming here—now we've been caught!"

"We didn't do anything, why are you nervous? Wasn't it you who wanted to come?"

"I'm not nervous at all! You scared me just now—you almost knocked over the vase!"

"That vase was clearly knocked over by you..."

"You slandered me as a child, fine—but not now!"

"……"

Liu Wanwan's voice faded, then was cut off by the door closing, leaving only the low hum of the air conditioner's outdoor unit.

Mu Youyu's gaze lingered toward the doorway, her face still bearing an unsettled expression.

"Let's go upstairs." Mu Xi had already risen, hands in pockets, "We still have to take the bus back tomorrow—rest early."

Song Lujing stretched his arms, "Oh, will you still be taking the bus tomorrow?"

Mu Xi: "No, it stinks."

Song Lujing puzzled, "Huh? I don't feel anything."

"Hmph." Mu Xi couldn't be bothered with him—this guy fell asleep right after his game, what could he feel?

He turned to his sister, tone gentle, "Sweetie, I'm heading upstairs first."

Mu Youyu responded, said something to her brothers, rose from the sofa, and pulled up the still-seated Jiang Liangjin.

Song Yusui glanced upstairs, "Sis, which room upstairs is yours? Can I sleep next door?"

"The middle one, just pick any." Mu Youyu answered while going up the stairs, her voice half-swallowed by the stairwell turn.

Having gotten a clear answer, Song Yusui didn't hesitate, followed her upstairs and pushed open the door relatively close to his sister's room.

Lu Yuchu followed behind him, glancing inside as he passed the doorway.

Song Yusui flung himself onto the mattress, sprawled out like a big "X", shoes still on, the sheets bunched up.

"Can't you have any decorum?" Lu Yuchu leaned against the doorframe, utterly disgusted.

Song Yusui turned over, burying his face in the pillow, his words muffled: "Can't, I'm exhausted today."

Lu Yuchu recalled that scene, speechless.

"Sigh, why are you ignoring me?" Song Yusui said sourly, "If it were Yan Yan like this, you'd probably worry if he was tired and bring him water or help him up."

"You're not him." Lu Yuchu turned and walked to the next room, tossing over, "Get some sleep, we still have to go back to C Shi tomorrow."

Song Yusui didn't respond, damn it, so biased.

Lu Yuchu finished his shower, picked up his phone and glanced at it—Song Yan: 【Brother, have you arrived?】

He replied with an "en", and the other side sent another: 【Is Youbao okay?】

Lu Yuchu: 【Nothing, all good】

After sending it, he put the phone on the bedside table, turned off the light, and in the darkness his thoughts drifted back to the incident at the resort's entrance.

Those two had suddenly burst out of the crowd, drunk, muttering something.

At that time Lu Yuchu was answering the Special Assistant's call, didn't catch the details; when he hung up and returned, he saw Song Yusui step forward and punch those two strangers.

The bodyguard was off somewhere playing; he tried to stop them but failed, so he just joined the fray, naturally helping his own brother.

Later, the sister's homeroom teacher heard the news and rushed over, taking away the two troublemakers, and only then did the matter settle.

As for the specifics, Lu Yuchu hadn't gotten around to asking in detail, and couldn't be bothered.

Whatever, let them fight—given Song Yusui's temperament, it wasn't a random impulse.

The night in B Shi is a bit cooler than in C Shi.

Song Huaixian pushed open the door; the living room lights were on, the TV blaring at high volume—clearly an ancient palace intrigue drama.

A person lay on the sofa, clutching a game controller tightly, frantically manipulating the screen.

Song Huaixian glanced at him, peeled off his racing suit, and tossed it onto the sofa arm, "Why are you still mooching at my place?"

Qing An was still drifting his character, "You lured me here, now you want to kick me out? No way."

Song Huaixian sat on the nearby sofa, hearing the TV's "Consort Xian" left him speechless; he grabbed the remote and lowered the volume, "When did I lure you? You insisted on coming yourself."

Qing An: "You said you'd bring me to B Shi to play, but what's the result? You let me game at your place every day and won't even let me out the door."

"Can't you go out yourself? Don't you see I'm in school?"

"No, I don't know this place—aren't you afraid I'll be abducted?"

Song Huaixian couldn't be bothered arguing, picked up the sparkling water on the table and took a sip, "Can you still log into A Bao's account?"

In the game his character lost a layer of health, Qing An snapped to, fumbling with the controls, "No, he changed the password."

Song Huaixian raised an eyebrow, "You could log in yesterday—what did you do?"

Qing An glanced away guiltily, "I didn't do anything, I just sent him an expression..."

"What expression? Who is he?"

"Just yesterday he was with A Jin..." Qing An began to explain; Song Huaixian listened, froze for a moment, then burst out laughing, "You're crazy?"

Qing An flung the controller aside, slumped on the sofa, face full of despair, "I just wanted to tease A Jin—who knew A Bao would be so petty, changing the password outright."

"Couldn't you just use your own account? Why hog his?"

"It was just convenient..."

Qing An said this, wanting to show off to the stingy Jun Chenling—A Bao's social account, which even this Prince of Y Guo hasn't logged into!

Moreover, A Bao's pinned post clearly only has his sister! Neither of them has it, Jun Chenling is obviously lying, and Qing An felt balanced inside.

Song Huaixian stopped lecturing, shifted the topic: "When do you plan to go back to M Guo?"

Qing An slumped on the sofa, lazily replying, "We'll see later—my older brother and sister aren't urging me either."

Song Huaixian stood up, headed upstairs, "Do as you please, just don't wreck my place."

Qing An shouted from behind: "I'm not part of the demolition crew!"

Oh, then since you're idle these two days with nothing to do, help tidy up the house a bit, someone is coming.

I'm not a maid either!

Yo, if you don't want to be my slave, then don't think you can freeload here.

No way, Xianxian, why are you so stingy? Qing An incredulously turned off the TV, "You said you wanted to come study in M Guo, and I even had someone build you a castle..."

Mu Youyu glanced at Jiang Liangjin's room, then pushed open her own door.

The room remained as she had left it, with a few sketchbooks she hadn't taken still on the desk, and the curtains half-drawn.

Jiang Liangjin stood at the doorway, not entering, "Get some rest early; tomorrow morning you can hang out with them for half a day, then head back directly in the afternoon."

Okay, A Jin, good night.

Good night.

Mu Youyu glanced back at him, then immediately closed the door.

As the door closed, the hallway light was still on; Jiang Liangjin stood where he was, unmoving, his gaze falling on the cartoon sticker on the door, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly upward before he turned and walked to the next room to start handling the consortium's affairs.