Chapter 623: The Maid Isn

In the living room of Bihai Lanting, unit 1502.

When Li Luo walked in from outside carrying soy sauce, he saw Lin Xiuhong sitting silently on the sofa, lost in thought.

"Huh? Mom, you're here already?" Li Luo raised an eyebrow, then glanced at the dining table and peeked into the kitchen, "Where's Chanxi? Wasn't she just cooking?"

Lin Xiuhong turned to look at her son, who looked utterly clueless, and sank once more into deep thought.

Her mind kept replaying the image of Chanxi at the door, head bowed, blushing as she softly called him "master"—she simply didn't know how to broach the subject with her son.

Are today's young people really this wild?

The image of Ying Chanxi as a well-behaved, sensible girl, painstakingly built over more than a decade in Lin Xiuhong's eyes, collapsed completely after that one word: "master."

It even shook Lin Xiuhong's worldview.

Originally, Lin Xiuhong had assumed that with Chanxi's gentle, obedient nature—even if she was dating her own son and their private relationship was intimate—it would at most involve kissing and hugging.

But who knew they'd already progressed to this level in private!

Is this normal?

Lin Xiuhong was getting old; she felt she couldn't keep up with the trends of today's youth.

Yet Li Luo's expression suggested he had no idea… Could Chanxi have dressed up on her own?

Judging by how she looked just now, it seemed she was trying to surprise whoever walked in.

So was she just in the wrong place at the wrong time?

Lin Xiuhong fell silent.

"Mom, what are you thinking about? Where did you put the fruit?" Li Luo wandered around, couldn't find Chanxi, and turned back to the silent Lin Xiuhong on the sofa, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I put the fruit in the fridge." Lin Xiuhong glanced at him, "Chanxi just went back to her bedroom. Uh… didn't you see what she was wearing?"

"Huh?" Li Luo froze after hearing Lin Xiuhong's words, "What clothes?"

"Never mind." Seeing he truly didn't know, Lin Xiuhong shook her head and dropped the subject, standing up instead, "I'll be going then. Remember to eat the fruit."

"Aren't you staying for dinner?" Li Luo tried to persuade her, "Chanxi cooked today—two dishes and a soup. We three can just eat together."

"You two eat. I'm going to find your father." Lin Xiuhong waved her hand, thinking that if she stayed, Chanxi wouldn't come out of the bedroom all day.

But before leaving, Lin Xiuhong asked, "Zhusheng left today to go find her mother, right? What about Youyu?"

"Yeah, Zhusheng just left at noon," Li Luo nodded. "Youyu has class at school today; she won't be back until tomorrow."

"Oh, I see." Lin Xiuhong nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly realized something.

Tonight, wouldn't that mean Li Luo and Ying Chanxi would be alone together?

Especially now that the college entrance exam is over—no more academic pressure—and these two kids aren't just overly intimate, they're even playing at "master and maid"…

Considering that Ying Chanxi always sleeps in the same bed as Li Luo at night, if something doesn't happen, it'd be unnatural!

The moment Lin Xiuhong thought of this, her expression grew complicated.

She felt a little worried.

But also, faintly, happy—even anticipating.

If Chanxi got pregnant… would it delay her college enrollment?

"By the way, if a college student gets pregnant, do they get expelled?" Lin Xiuhong asked.

Li Luo: "...?"

Watching Lin Xiuhong's mind leap so abruptly from where Zhusheng and Youyu were to whether pregnancy would affect college studies, Li Luo couldn't help but twitch his eye.

Still, he replied, "They can apply for a one-year leave of absence—it won't affect their studies, just delay graduation by a year."

"Oh, good." Lin Xiuhong nodded, exhaling in relief.

She'd originally planned to remind him to buy some protection.

But now she reconsidered—maybe it wasn't necessary.

After all, her son was responsible, and she adored Ying Chanxi as a daughter-in-law.

Although seeing Chanxi in that maid outfit had slightly shattered her image in Lin Xiuhong's mind, she accepted it—after all, young people had different values from the older generation.

Chanxi was still a good girl.

Probably Li Luo had secretly persuaded her to wear it.

That boy had corrupted her.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiuhong rolled her eyes at Li Luo: "Be good to Chanxi. Don't always bully her."

Li Luo was baffled—he'd never bullied Chanxi.

Still, he didn't argue, just nodded vaguely, mumbling "yeah, yeah."

Seeing him agree so obediently, Lin Xiuhong felt slightly reassured, finally slipped on her shoes, and prepared to leave.

After stepping out the front door, Lin Xiuhong waved at Li Luo, stepped into the elevator, and once again, involuntarily pictured Chanxi in the maid outfit.

Lin Xiuhong thought, thank goodness she'd been the one to see it.

If Zhang Cheng had seen his precious daughter turned into this by Li Luo, he'd probably grab a cleaver and chase this brat down the street.

So after going downstairs, still uneasy, Lin Xiuhong pulled out her phone and sent Li Luo a WeChat message.

【Lin Xiuhong】: Be more careful in private. Don't always make Chanxi wear weird clothes—it's not good if others see.

After seeing Lin Xiuhong off and closing the door, Li Luo was about to head to the bedroom to find where Chanxi had disappeared to, when his phone vibrated.

He pulled it out and frowned—what did this even mean?

When had Chanxi worn weird clothes?

Li Luo fell into thought, then immediately recalled the parcel Xu Youyu had mentioned earlier—he raised an eyebrow.

Could it be related to that parcel?

Since Xu Youyu bought it for Chanxi, it was definitely not anything normal.

And if his mom had seen it…

No wonder Chanxi disappeared.

Li Luo thought this, chuckled and shook his head, walking all the way to Ying Chanxi's bedroom door and turning the doorknob.

As expected, the door was locked.

Knock knock knock.

Li Luo knocked on the door.

"Chanxi?"

Footsteps came from inside the room.

Soon, the door opened a crack.

Ying Chanxi peeked out with one eye, glancing around cautiously.

Li Luo found it amusing, pried the crack open, and forced himself in.

Ying Chanxi startled at his move, cried out, and hurriedly said: "No, no come in! Just now…"

"Relax, my mom's already gone." Li Luo chuckled and shook his head, pinching her cheek. "Hurry up and cook—I'm starving."

"Mom's gone?" Ying Chanxi instantly relaxed at this, clearly letting out a long breath.

"Just left," Li Luo nodded. "Go cook."

"Mm-hmm." Ying Chanxi stole a glance at Li Luo's expression and, seeing nothing unusual, felt even more at ease.

It seemed Lin Yi hadn't told Li Luo anything.

So Ying Chanxi finally regained her composure, pretending nothing had happened, and walked toward the kitchen.

Li Luo, curious, glanced around Ying Chanxi's bedroom but saw nothing suspicious.

At this moment, Ying Chanxi was still wearing the same plain white casual outfit as before, not some strange clothes Lin Xiuhong had mentioned.

So what had Chanxi actually been wearing just now?

Could it really have been some kind of lingerie?

Li Luo's expression turned odd; he thought if his mom had seen it, the misunderstanding would be huge.

But given Chanxi's personality, even when they were alone at home, she'd never wear something like that in the living room.

Li Luo couldn't figure it out. He followed Ying Chanxi back to the kitchen, helping her prep food while probing: "Just now, Mom was sitting in the living room with a weird expression. I asked her what was wrong, but she wouldn't say."

"Weren't you cooking before? Why didn't you chat with my mom? Why did you go to the bedroom?"

"Did something happen?"

"N-no," Ying Chanxi shifted her gaze nervously, avoiding Li Luo's eyes, stammering: "I-I just went back to get something."

"Get what? And why did you lock the door?"

"Ugh, you're so annoying! Don't talk so much while I'm cooking!" Ying Chanxi, unable to explain, resorted to stubbornness, telling Li Luo to shut up.

Li Luo found her adorable expression irresistible and wanted to tease her more.

But remembering cooking could be dangerous, he let her off for now.

When dinner was ready, the two sat at the living room table to eat, chatting casually, and Li Luo brought up the topic again.

But Ying Chanxi still refused to answer, pouting at Li Luo: "Eat without speaking, sleep without talking. Don't talk so much."

"It's not that I insist on talking—mainly, my mom said something like this to me, so I have to figure out how to respond, right?"

Li Luo suppressed his laughter, finally pulled out his phone, and showed Ying Chanxi the WeChat message Lin Xiuhong had sent him earlier.

Upon seeing Lin Xiuhong's words, Ying Chanxi's face instantly flushed crimson, her cherry lips slightly parted, and she froze in stunned silence.

"When did she send this to you?!" Ying Chanxi stared at Li Luo's phone, leapt up from her chair, and reached out both hands to snatch it away.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Li Luo pulled his phone back, grinning. "She sent it to me right after she left."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?!" Ying Chanxi was frantic, her cheeks blazing red like a steaming doll. "At least help me explain!"

"Didn't I ask you while you were cooking? You wouldn't say anything," Li Luo shrugged helplessly. "I didn't know what happened, so how was I supposed to reply to Mom?"

"You're doing this on purpose!" Ying Chanxi puffed out her cheeks. "Give me the phone! I'll explain to Lin Yi!"

"First tell me—what clothes were you wearing?" Li Luo refused, seeing Ying Chanxi chase him around the table, so he immediately stood up and ran behind the sofa, laughing. "No snatching."

"You're so mean! Give it to me!" Ying Chanxi chased Li Luo wildly through the living room, finally catching him—only for him to instantly pin her down on the sofa.

"If you don't tell me, I'll just ask Mom directly," Li Luo held her down on the sofa, grinning, pulling out his phone and placing it right before her face, typing a message.

【So what exactly were you wearing, Chanxi?】

Watching Li Luo's finger inch toward the "Send" button, Ying Chanxi panicked and begged desperately: "I'll tell you! I'll tell you! Don't ask Lin Yi!"

"Then speak," Li Luo moved his finger away from "Send," but left the message untouched—still radiating clear threat.

Ying Chanxi, forcibly pinned beneath him, twisted slightly, feeling his breath and scent against her back—and somehow blushed.

This forced feeling… was kind of nice.

Ying Chanxi bit her lip, ashamed of her own thoughts.

After gathering her scattered thoughts, she whispered to Li Luo: "It's all my senior's fault—she bought it for me."

"Bought what?" Li Luo pressed.

"It's just… well, you know, earlier we joked that I looked like a housemaid," Ying Chanxi muttered, her face flushed. "So my senior bought me a set… a set… uh… a maid outfit."

"What?!" Li Luo was still stunned, then let out a bitter smile. If Xu Youyu had done it, it made perfect sense.

Unexpected, yet perfectly logical.

Realizing it, Li Luo couldn't help laughing.

Ying Chanxi noticed Li Luo, straddling her back, shaking with laughter, and grew furious and flustered, struggling beneath him: "I told you everything! Let me go now!"

"What a shame," Li Luo got off her, releasing her for now, stroking his chin and sighing. "I didn't get to see it. Want to wear it again tonight?"

"No way!" Ying Chanxi huffed. She'd developed a physiological aversion to it and didn't want to see that outfit again anytime soon.

This left Li Luo deeply disappointed.

But he hadn't forgotten about the WeChat matter; he picked up his phone, deleted the previous message, and after careful thought, rewrote it as another one.

"What are you going to send?" Ying Chanxi hurried over to inspect it, afraid he'd say something inappropriate.

But upon seeing Li Luo's typed message, Ying Chanxi sighed in relief.

【Li Luo】: I just asked—it's the content of the MV we're planning to shoot next, today was just a rehearsal and practice, didn't expect you to walk in suddenly.

Ying Chanxi nodded in clear satisfaction upon reading this reply, affirming that this was indeed the truth!

Shooting an MV is great!

You can use shooting an MV as an excuse for anything.

But soon, Lin Xiuhong sent a message that made Ying Chanxi's face turn pale.

【Lin Xiuhong】: No wonder—I thought to myself, it scared me half to death back then.

【Lin Xiuhong】: So it's for your MV.

【Lin Xiuhong】: I was wondering why Xi Xi was calling you 'Master'—I was worried something was wrong with her psyche.

After reading Lin Xiuhong's messages, Li Luo's expression turned strange.

Ying Chanxi, realizing what Lin Xiuhong had written, let out a startled cry and immediately reached out to snatch the phone away from Li Luo.

But Li Luo had already pulled the phone back, smirking at Ying Chanxi: "There's more to this detail, huh? Xi Xi, I had no idea."

"Aaaah! Don't say it!" Ying Chanxi's cheeks flushed crimson; she turned and tried to flee back to the bedroom.

But Li Luo reached out, yanked her back, and pinned her again onto the sofa, gripping her delicate chin.

"Xi Xi, say 'Master' again for me?"

"... No."

"A disobedient little maid," Li Luo lowered his head and pressed his lips hard against Ying Chanxi's soft ones, "needs a lesson."

"Mmm… no…" Ying Chanxi's eyes were glazed, her mouth protesting, yet her hands had unconsciously wrapped tightly around Li Luo's neck, her toes curling in midair, "Let go… mmm…"

"Will you say it?"

Li Luo paused briefly, and even then, Ying Chanxi instinctively pouted, eyes closed, searching for his taste.

"Say it once, and I'll continue."

Li Luo whispered.

Ying Chanxi was already dazed from kissing, her mind only craving more of Li Luo; half-unconscious, she murmured softly with eyes shut: "M-Master~ mmm…"

(End of Chapter)