Chapter 769

Li Luo didn't know Wen Zexuan was so perceptive—he had guessed his situation so quickly.

But Wen Zexuan's guess, while somewhat close, still deviated from the truth.

Given normal human thinking, unless seen with one's own eyes, it would indeed be nearly impossible to guess just how incomprehensible the relationship among Li Luo's four had become.

"I'll head back to the dorm then, bye." After getting out of the car, Qiao Xinyan waved at Ying Chanxi, then added, "We're going into the city tomorrow, right?"

"Mm-hmm." Ying Chanxi nodded. "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning—we'll go together."

"OK." Qiao Xinyan gave a thumbs-up, waved again, then turned and walked into the dorm entrance.

After Ying Chanxi started the car, Li Luo asked: "Are you still going over there tomorrow?"

"Mm-hmm." Ying Chanxi drove toward Bihai Lanting, then replied, "The talks with TikTok are almost done—we should sign the contract next month."

"But we didn't anticipate Ruan Lin's situation, so we'll need a few more rounds of negotiation."

"The exact timeline will be slightly delayed from our original estimate, but no later than mid-next month."

"Ruan Lin's contract went smoothly—after all, we never expected TikTok to immediately agree to eight million."

"Now we just need to communicate clearly on the finer clauses and finalize everything."

"However, after hearing about this, Lü Yilan said she'd come over personally to join the negotiations."

"As Ruan Lin's legal guardian, the contract with our company explicitly allows her to participate to some extent in these matters."

"So once she arrives next week, Ruan Lin's contract will move forward further."

After listening, Li Luo nodded and said: "Mm, I understand. You've improved quickly in this area—I don't need to worry much. Just let me know when there's progress."

"Got it." Ying Chanxi loved the feeling of being trusted by Li Luo—she immediately smiled happily, thoroughly enjoying being needed by him.

Being able to support Li Luo in his career was Ying Chanxi's greatest motivation for daily progress right now.

At least, compared to the self-reliant Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng who provided singing, Ying Chanxi finally felt she could be of some use—and that brought her peace and reassurance.

By the time they drove home, Yan Zhusheng was still dropping off her roommate, while Xu Youyu was typing in his room.

So Ying Chanxi quickly pulled Li Luo back to the master bedroom, walked straight into the bathroom, and insisted on bathing with him.

"So eager?" Li Luo laughed, carrying her into the shower, stripping off their clothes one by one, gently cupping and kneading Chan Chan and Xi Xi, blowing warm breath into her ear, "Afraid Yan Zhusheng will come back too soon and you'll miss your chance?"

"N-No, I'm not!" Ying Chanxi blushed, leaning against Li Luo's chest, whispering, "I just stayed too long on the field—it was crowded and hot, I sweated all over, I just want to shower early."

"Is that so?" Li Luo chuckled. "Then let's take our time? When Zhusheng gets back, she'll probably want to join us."

"You…" Ying Chanxi's whole body flushed hot at his words, her cheeks burning red. She spun around and pummeled his chest with tiny fists. "You're so mean—I don't want to bathe with her!"

"You two have bathed together before." Li Luo turned on the showerhead, letting hot water cascade over them, lathering her smooth skin with body wash. "Now you've bathed with me too—why can't all three of us bathe together?"

"The shower's too cramped—it's inconvenient." Ying Chanxi mumbled an excuse. "Two is just right."

"The shower in the hallway is bigger—maybe next time…"

"No way!" Ying Chanxi blushed furiously and shouted, "You're so mean—you've already gotten your way, and still you're not satisfied!"

Li Luo loved seeing her flustered and flustered—it was utterly adorable. When she couldn't take it anymore and stomped her foot in annoyance, he pinned her against the tiled wall and teased her some more.

Only when Ying Chanxi's face was flushed, breathing heavily, her body limp and leaning against him for support, did Li Luo finally let her go.

Fortunately, Yan Zhusheng only returned to the compound just after they finished bathing.

When she came upstairs and entered the house, Li Luo was already blow-drying Ying Chanxi's hair.

As Yan Zhusheng stepped into the master bedroom, heard the hum of the hairdryer, and saw Li Luo and Ying Chanxi both in pajamas, she narrowed her eyes.

"Sister, you sneaked ahead again."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Ying Chanxi's lips curled slightly, her expression pleased.

Since accepting this arrangement, Ying Chanxi had grown to enjoy teasing Yan Zhusheng more and more.

But now they were evenly matched, taking turns winning and losing—neither held clear advantage.

"After Li Luo finishes drying your hair, can he take me to bathe next?" Yan Zhusheng said.

"How childish are you?" Ying Chanxi huffed. "Li Luo has to write tonight—you shouldn't waste his work time."

"Who promised me I could bathe with Li Luo anytime?" Yan Zhusheng reminded her. "Don't break your word, or I'll take Li Luo's roommate out to dinner tomorrow."

"You… hmph!" Ying Chanxi couldn't argue back, so she just huffed in annoyance—but didn't refuse either.

"Why not just bathe together next time?" Yan Zhusheng added. "You're just being overly fussy—then there'd be no such trouble."

"You're shameless." Ying Chanxi snapped. "Don't you even know how to be shy?"

"What's the point of being shy?" Yan Zhusheng tilted her head, puzzled. "I only know I'm happy when I'm with Li Luo—everything else doesn't matter."

Ying Chanxi: "..."

"Alright, alright." Li Luo set the hairdryer aside, brushed his fingers through Ying Chanxi's soft, fluffy hair, then took Yan Zhusheng's small hand. "Xi Xi, rest now. Zhusheng, come with me."

Now Li Luo wasn't just Tony the hairdresser, blow-drying two girls' hair—he'd become a professional bath attendant, spending every day in the shower with them.

It was exhausting.

His fingers were meant for typing, delivering wonderful content to readers—why must he spend them grinding tofu every day?

Yan Zhusheng didn't care. After being pulled into the bathroom, she turned and winked at Ying Chanxi.

Before closing the door, she called out to Ying Chanxi outside: "I didn't lock it—if you change your mind, come join us again."

"I'm not going in!" Ying Chanxi snapped, then got up and left the bedroom, returning to her room with Pikachu.

Back in the master bedroom, listening to the gentle patter of water from the bathroom, Ying Chanxi crawled under the covers and gave Pikachu two solid thumps.

After bathing, Yan Zhusheng stepped out of the bathroom with Li Luo.

Seeing Yan Zhusheng walk naked past the bed, Ying Chanxi, who had been scrolling on her phone, widened her eyes and hurriedly said: "Where's your pajamas?!"

"I didn't bring any—Li Luo just pulled me in right away, no time to grab them." Yan Zhusheng answered honestly.

"You can't just… can't…" Ying Chanxi blushed, jumped out of bed, ran out, fetched Yan Zhusheng's pajamas, and made her put them on immediately.

"Why are you so nervous?" Yan Zhusheng tilted her head, confused, obediently slipping into the pajamas. "We've all seen each other naked before—there's no one else here, it's fine not to wear clothes."

"That's not the same!" Ying Chanxi glared at her, still uncomfortable with other girls being naked in front of Li Luo.

This would still make her feel weird.

Even if Yan Zhusheng had just been bathing with Li Luo, at least she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.

It's completely different from now.

"Big sister is so strange." Yan Zhusheng shook her head, put on her pajamas, and climbed into bed.

Ying Chanxi got into bed too, while Li Luo sat down at the desk and began his evening work.

But not long after, Yan Zhusheng received a call, then turned to Li Luo and asked, "Are you free tomorrow?"

"What's up?"

"Yinghuan wants us to get together for a meal."

"Why does she want to get together again?"

"She says the results for this semester's admission to Zhu Academy have been announced, and Zhao Rongjun got in, so he's treating everyone to dinner to celebrate."

"Huh? He actually got in?" Li Luo was surprised.

Because in his memory from his previous life, Zhao Rongjun had never mentioned anything about getting into Zhu Academy.

Getting into Zhu Academy this life shows that, despite the pressure, being with Xu Yinghuan truly gave him enough motivation.

Add to that Zhao Rongjun's own talent—he often played basketball and games with Li Luo, and still managed to get into Fuyi High School's early admission program in middle school, proving his potential.

After working hard since the start of the term, he's finally reaped the results.

Learning this, Li Luo was genuinely happy for his good friend, and nodded, saying, "Sure, let's get together."

"What about Xixi?" Yan Zhusheng turned to ask.

"I might not be free," Ying Chanxi shook her head. "Tomorrow I'm going into the city with Xinyan—I'm not sure when I'll be back."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded, then said into the phone, "So it'll just be me and Li Luo—Xixi and Xinyan won't come. Alright, that's settled."

"Hey!" Ying Chanxi, hearing this, was stunned. "I didn't say I wouldn't come! I just don't know the time yet!"

"Huh?" Yan Zhusheng blinked. "But I already finished speaking."

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Ying Chanxi had gradually figured out her annoying little sister's habits and didn't believe her innocent look for a second—she narrowed her eyes and demanded,

"Big sister is so smart." Yan Zhusheng never lied, and nodded. "Since you and Xinyan are busy, don't let it interfere with your important matters."

"..." Ying Chanxi hadn't expected Yan Zhusheng to admit it so bluntly—her prepared rebuttal died on her lips, leaving her speechless.

But after thinking it over, it was just a meal.

Thinking that if she went, Qiao Xinyan would have to come too, Ying Chanxi fell silent.

She had already sensed it subtly—Qiao Xinyan had been deliberately distancing herself from Zhao Rongjun and Xu Yinghuan lately.

She knew exactly why.

Realizing this, Ying Chanxi said nothing more, tacitly accepting the arrangement.

Otherwise, bringing Qiao Xinyan along would only make her own best friend suffer.

It's just a meal—let the annoying little sister enjoy her momentary victory.

"Yinghuan says it's tomorrow at noon," Yan Zhusheng said, still texting Xu Yinghuan on WeChat. "I'll ask the senior later if she wants to come."

"What?" Xu Youyu walked in from outside after finishing her writing, hearing Yan Zhusheng call out, and asked, "Where to?"

"Tomorrow, Yinghuan and Zhao Rongjun are treating us to dinner," Yan Zhusheng said. "Xixi and Xinyan aren't coming. Will you come, Senior?"

"Why are we getting together again?"

"Zhao Rongjun got into Zhu Academy."

"Oh, I see." Xu Youyu yawned, uninterested. "You guys go. I won't."

Saying that, she walked behind Li Luo, in front of Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a head-butt, smiling softly, "Honey~ Want to take a bath with me?"

Since her last confrontation with Ying Chanxi, Xu Youyu no longer avoided these simple flirtatious gestures in front of the two younger sisters.

Watching this, Ying Chanxi puffed out her cheeks.

But compared to Yan Zhusheng, Ying Chanxi actually felt a bit "afraid" of Xu Youyu.

On one hand, Xu Youyu was a year older and more mature and composed.

On the other hand, Xu Youyu had once been the Student Union president—Ying Chanxi's superior.

So whenever she faced Xu Youyu, she always felt an inexplicable sense of being suppressed.

That's why, when Xu Youyu did this, she couldn't stop her the way she would with Yan Zhusheng.

She could only watch helplessly as Li Luo was led away by Xu Youyu, lying in bed and biting her lip.

"Big sister's jealous?" Yan Zhusheng watched Li Luo being taken into the bathroom, glanced at her sister's expression, and said, "Should we go in together too?"

"No way!" Ying Chanxi huffed, rolled out of bed, walked out of the bedroom, returned to her own room, grabbed the Doraemon she'd just escaped with, and came back to the main bedroom.

"Why did you bring both of them?" Yan Zhusheng glanced at the two plush toys that had accompanied Ying Chanxi for three years and asked, "If we're all four crammed together, adding two more toys will be too hot."

"We'll just throw them on the floor later," Ying Chanxi grumbled, then crawled back under the covers, hugging Doraemon and giving him two secret punches.

"Should I get you a new one?" Yan Zhusheng asked, eyeing the worn-out Pikachu. "This one looks really old."

"No," Ying Chanxi refused. "These two are more comfortable."

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah… I mean, they feel better to hug."