Chapter 214: 214

214 "Bai Yu, you're so chuunibyou."

As for going to Yi Shi, it's three days away; these three days Tushan Jiu will be glued to Xie Shiyu.

When working we're busy; when not working, naturally we want to have our own little world.

But Tushan Jiu really feels that this two‑person world is a bit mouth‑tiring.

Xie Shiyu acts as if he's prepaying for all the kisses he'll owe her during her trip to Yi Shi—he kisses her whenever he has a moment, and even squeezes one out when he doesn't.

Later, Tushan Jiu got used to him brushing past her; whenever there was no one around, even if he just passed by to grab something, he'd plant a kiss on her.

Regarding the matter of canceling the marriage certificate, Tushan Jiu thought she'd take care of it after returning from Yi Shi; otherwise it would feel too rushed, so she didn't bring it up.

The three days passed in a flash.

After breakfast, Xie Shiyu saw her off at the airport.

Before boarding, he reminded her to send him a message after landing.

Tushan Jiu told him not to worry, then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and ran to board.

From Nan Cheng to Yi Shi isn't as far as to Yun Shi.

The flight took about one hour and forty minutes.

It was a short hop on a private jet, so Tushan Jiu didn't feel tired.

But once she disembarked, she felt utterly exhausted.

Because as soon as she stepped out of the private airport terminal, there was a deluxe red carpet stretching ten meters ahead.

At the end of the red carpet waited an extended‑wheelbase Rolls‑Royce Phantom.

And along both sides of the carpet stood two rows of black‑suited, black‑shaded men in black.

The moment Tushan Jiu appeared, they shouted in unison: "Welcome, Miss Tushan, to Yi Shi! Welcome, welcome, a hearty welcome!"

Passersby and airport staff alike stopped to look over.

Tushan Jiu had never been this embarrassed; if she could go back to the day she sent that message, she'd surely clamp down on that damned hand of hers.

How did I end up calling such a goofball!

But before running to the car door, Tushan Jiu politely said, "Thanks, you've worked hard."

Inside the car were two longitudinal sofas—a custom layout.

On the sofa lay a person, snoring away happily.

Tushan Jiu: "......"

She thought Bai Yu had sent the driver to pick her up, but it turned out he himself had come—though he was asleep in the car.

Not knowing what Bai Yu had planned next, she called out to him.

The first call didn't wake him, so she shouted louder a second time.

The second still didn't wake him, so she called again and gave him a shake.

The driver up front, hearing through his partition, sighed and told Tushan Jiu via a small gap that her young master slept like the dead—nothing could rouse him.

Either you need a deafening noise, or he wakes naturally.

Tushan Jiu, fed up, formed a hand seal and produced a suona in her grasp.

She's competent with ethnic instruments; she can basically play any of them.

As a kid playing the suona, within ten meters even wandering spirits dare not approach.

So she held nothing back.

She drew a breath and blasted a tune at Bai Yu.

The moment the suona sounded, Bai Yu yelped and shot up, instantly reverting to his true form and scrambling all over the cabin.

Five minutes later the car pulled out of the airport and headed toward the city center.

Meanwhile Bai Yu sat elegantly on the sofa, sipping coffee.

"It's all my dad's fault—he knew you were coming and insisted I put on a show, even fetching you in his ostentatious car."

Tushan Jiu gave him a sideways glance, took a sip of fine Longjing tea, and said, "You sure it's not you who wants to show off?"

After all, behind their car trailed several other luxury vehicles—limited‑edition Bentleys, Maybachs, and so on.

Any other private cars on the road kept their distance, terrified of scraping those luxury rides.

Bai Yu didn't look at Tushan Jiu, but he lifted his chin and said, "No matter how you put it, the Bai clan is among the top in Yi Shi—you've come here, yet you could still feel slighted? As I said, on my turf I'll take care of everything!"

Tushan Jiu stared at Bai Yu, then after a while blurted, "Bai Yu, you're so chuunibyou."

Bai Yu: "......"

"Still, thank you for the thought from you and the Bai family head and madame." Tushan Jiu said.

Bai Yu had forgotten her earlier remark about his chuunibyou, waved a hand, and said, "What's with the politeness? You've helped me many times, but thank goodness my parents are off traveling again—if they were home you'd see what real ostentation looks like."

He wasn't exaggerating there—his father's instructions would have been far more elaborate than his own; at the very least, for Tushan Jiu's welcome‑home feast his dad had drawn up a long list of Yi Shi's notables, which he vetoed outright.

The reason: Tushan Jiu isn't good at socializing; she's a bit socially anxious.

So Bai Yu's father dropped the idea.

Upon hearing Bai Yu describe his father's plan, Tushan Jiu instantly felt that the little embarrassment at the airport was nothing—just a small‑time witch meeting a great one.

I've never heard of anyone throwing a welcome‑home banquet for a guest.

From the airport to the city area took about half an hour more.

Bai Yu first took Tushan Jiu to the booked hotel.

But unexpectedly, before they could even go to the campus celebration the next day, she ran into her second paternal uncle's university classmate, Li Ru'nian, right here.

She was dressed in professional attire, wearing rimless glasses, looking cool and competent.

This version of her is completely different from the smiling young lady I remember.

Indeed, Tushan Jiu had seen her when she was a child.

At that time, her second cousin was in his third year of university.

Once, he urgently needed his household registration book to handle some matter; mailing it would take several days, and he needed it urgently, so she took the high-speed rail to deliver it to him.

That was also the time when the person standing beside his second cousin was her.

Moreover, she saw that the two of them were walking hand in hand, and when they arrived at the school gate, that young lady blushed, saying that having children around was a bad influence, so the second cousin only then rubbed his nose and let go of her.

However, not long after his second cousin graduated from university, he died in an accident.

However, her second cousin's death was purely accidental, having nothing to do with heavenly punishment or backlash.

Because his second older brother was born very laid-back, even more of a slacker than her, he rarely owed knives.

In his short life, he only ever owed knives twice, and both times he paid off the debt shortly afterward.

It can be said that he truly did not occupy a single page of the ledger.

But precisely because of this, few people know he is someone who owes knives, and he never voluntarily mentions it to others.

Tushan Jiu guessed that Li Runian probably also didn't know that her second cousin was someone who owed knives.

While thinking, Li Runian seemed to feel that someone was looking at her, and she also turned her head to look over.

At the moment she saw Tushan Jiu, her body stiffened.