Chapter 810

After bringing the last dish out to the dining table, Li Luo walked to the door of the piano room, knocked, then pushed it open.

Yan Zhusheng gradually stopped playing the piano, turned her head toward Li Luo, and he said, "Dinner's ready, come eat."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng obediently replied, stood up, followed Li Luo out of the piano room, sat down with Xu Youyu, and began eating dinner.

"We're moving this afternoon tomorrow," Li Luo told the two. "We'll have dinner at the villa and invite your parents over to celebrate—have you already told them?"

"Don't worry, I already told them," Xu Youyu replied while eating. "But my dad has something this afternoon, so he'll probably get here around four."

"What about Aunt Cui?" Li Luo asked.

"She's busy at the library," Xu Youyu said. "She can come a bit earlier in the afternoon, but I told her to just come with Dad."

Li Luo nodded in understanding.

Cui Suling works as a librarian at Qianjiang University, earning four to five thousand yuan a month; her duties are light, and most of the time she's assisted by student volunteers and underprivileged students.

Besides her, there are other librarians; her workday starts when the library opens in the morning and ends around three or four in the afternoon.

Since there's rarely anything urgent, even occasional absences don't matter.

It's essentially a quiet, easy job Xu Rongsheng specifically arranged for her.

After learning about Xu Rongsheng and Cui Suling's schedule for tomorrow, Li Luo turned back to Yan Zhusheng.

"Mom specifically cleared these two days and didn't take any work," Yan Zhusheng explained. "She said she'll come with Dad tomorrow morning and can help us move."

"Helping isn't really necessary—we don't have much to move," Li Luo chuckled. "But she's coming that early? Is your dad's company free?"

"Yeah," Yan Zhusheng nodded. "Dad said taking a day off is no problem."

"How do you know what Uncle Ying said?" Xu Youyu asked curiously. "Did he tell you directly? Or did he tell Chanxi?"

"He said it in the group," Yan Zhusheng replied seriously, then pulled out her phone and showed it to Li Luo and Xu Youyu. "This group."

Yan Zhusheng opened a WeChat group named "A Family That Loves Each Other," and showed it to the two.

Just seeing the group name made Li Luo barely suppress a laugh: "Who came up with this group name?"

"Of course I did," Yan Zhusheng proudly puffed out her cute chest, tilted her chin slightly, looking at Li Luo with an expectant expression, as if waiting for praise.

"It's fine…" Li Luo held back his laughter, stole a glance at the chat content, and found it even harder to keep a straight face.

The group's chat history was sparse, since they had another very active group where all four kids and their parents discussed most things, making this one much quieter.

As a result, this group was entirely filled with articles forwarded by Ying Zhicheng from marketing accounts.

The content was nothing but explanations about the importance of girls preserving their chastity.

Things like six things girls should pay attention to when dating.

Things like three things absolutely not to do before marriage.

And how to tell if a man truly loves you.

In short, all of it came from good intentions.

Li Luo still managed to maintain basic politeness and respect toward Ying Zhicheng, refraining from laughing out loud.

But Xu Youyu, leaning over to peek, couldn't help bursting into a snort of laughter, then couldn't stop laughing hysterically.

"Uncle Ying is so adorable, hahaha~" Xu Youyu chuckled, clutching her stomach. "Why does he send you and Chanxi this stuff every day?"

"I don't know," Yan Zhusheng shook her head innocently. "Ever since Dad found out about me, Chanxi, and Li Luo, he's been sending this nonstop."

Li Luo: "..."

Uncle Ying really is scheming… He's this wary of me? But thinking from Ying Zhicheng's perspective, if Li Luo were in his place, he'd probably also find it unbearable to see his two precious daughters taken by the same man.

To have held back this long, only quietly posting articles in the family group, was already remarkably restrained.

"Eat, eat, keep eating," Li Luo waved his hand, telling her to put her phone away. "Did your parents say what time they'll come tomorrow morning?"

"They said around nine," Yan Zhusheng replied.

"Got it," Li Luo nodded. "Then after our morning run, we'll go to the market first and buy more groceries—we'll need to cook lunch too."

"Okay, no problem," Yan Zhusheng nodded obediently.

After finishing dinner, Yan Zhusheng stood up to clear the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them.

Li Luo and Xu Youyu returned to their respective rooms and began writing.

Around eight p. m., Ying Chanxi finally came home exhausted, stepped in, slipped on slippers, tossed her bag onto the sofa, stretched, and headed toward the master bedroom.

She was growing increasingly accustomed to balancing school and managing the company, running Chongran Culture smoothly.

Of course, this also had to do with the company having little business right now.

After all, ads can't be taken every day; each artist takes one or two per month, which is about enough.

Someone like Bai Lixuan, who still has little popularity, can't even land ads and must patiently stay on set filming.

As for Ruan Lin, Ying Chanxi hadn't let her idle either; besides the main drama's filming, plans were underway to have the entire Xiao Huanxi cast join Douyin.

A few days ago, Ruan Lin had already announced her joining Douyin alongside the other leads of "Xiao Huanxi," sparking another wave of attention.

Xiao Huanxi was this summer's absolute blockbuster; even after three or four months, its influence remained massive.

In just a few days, Ruan Lin's Douyin followers had surpassed one million.

Recently, Ying Chanxi had been considering letting her take an ad on Douyin, without disrupting the drama's filming, to test the waters.

She came home so late tonight because she'd taken two members of the business department out to dinner to meet with an advertiser.

Now back home, she was utterly drained, walked into the master bedroom, and collapsed into Li Luo's arms, nuzzling against him.

"Back from work?"

Li Luo sat sideways on the chair, hugged Ying Chanxi, and rubbed her head. "You worked hard."

"Mm." Ying Chanxi breathed in Li Luo's scent, felt calm, and decided her efforts were worth it.

Leaning against Li Luo, she quietly told him what she'd been busy with these past few days, recounted the dinner, and said she'd successfully secured the ad contract.

When she said this, her chin lifted slightly in pride, clearly seeking approval.

Seeing her adorable expression, Li Luo couldn't help pinching her cheek: "Our Chanxi is so impressive—you've got your dad's flair."

"Of course." Ying Chanxi laughed happily. "I asked my dad lots of questions."

Like three things you shouldn't do before marriage?

When Li Luo heard Ying Chanxi say this, his expression turned strange—he instantly recalled the chat logs Yan Zhusheng had shown him earlier.

Fortunately, his self-control was strong enough to suppress a laugh.

Ying Chanxi noticed nothing unusual; she hummed a tune, looking thoroughly pleased.

"Oh, by the way." After finishing those trivial matters, Ying Chanxi remembered something and said to Li Luo, "My dad said he'll come over tomorrow morning—he told me to let you know."

"Mm." Li Luo nodded. "Zhusheng already told us."

"Really?" Ying Chanxi, perched sideways on Li Luo's lap, turned her head to glance at Yan Zhusheng, who was lying on the bed scrolling through her phone. "Why have you been so quiet since I came in?"

"How could I make a sound and disturb you while you're cuddling with Li Luo?" Yan Zhusheng blinked, whispering.

Ying Chanxi stared at her, utterly speechless: "…You can actually say that?"

"You seem to have a lot of complaints about me."

"Hmph. I'm too lazy to argue with you." Ying Chanxi huffed, sliding off Li Luo's lap. "We're moving tomorrow—I'll go pack first. Zhusheng, are you done?"

"Not yet." Yan Zhusheng shook her head.

"Then why aren't you packing?"

"It's not too late to pack tomorrow," Yan Zhusheng said. "There's plenty of time in the morning. I don't have much stuff. If you're packing, just go back to your own room."

"Then Li Luo will help me pack." Ying Chanxi grabbed Li Luo's arm.

"Li Luo's still writing," Yan Zhusheng objected. "Why are you interrupting his work?"

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking," Ying Chanxi shot her a glance. "While I'm packing, you'll definitely drag Li Luo off to shower in secret."

"How could I?" Yan Zhusheng blinked innocently. "If I wanted to shower with Li Luo, I'd have finished before you came back."

"Who knows what weird habits some people have—always sneaking off to shower with Li Luo while I'm home," Ying Chanxi snorted. "Definitely some kind of psychological perversion."

"Then what does that make you, who likes showering with three people?"

"When did I ever like showering with three people? Don't make things up!"

"Last time you showered, you didn't say that—I remember…"

"Shut up!"

Ying Chanxi's face flushed red. She lunged onto the bed, trying to clamp her hand over Yan Zhusheng's mouth to stop her.

The two sisters tumbled into a wild tussle on the bed, leaving Li Luo helplessly amused as he rubbed his forehead.

Only after he agreed to help Ying Chanxi pack did they finally separate.

"Alright, alright, let's go," Li Luo laughed. "Go see what you need to pack—I'll help you."

"Mm~"

Ying Chanxi, radiating triumph, linked arms with Li Luo, shot a sidelong glare at Yan Zhusheng, then pulled him toward her room.

Yan Zhusheng didn't care. She rolled over, propped up her long legs, and went back to scrolling on her phone.

On the other side, after Li Luo followed Ying Chanxi into the room, he watched her drag out two enormous suitcases.

Li Luo couldn't help smiling. Hearing it, Ying Chanxi turned, eyeing him suspiciously. "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing." Li Luo walked over to the suitcases, crouched down to open them, and said, "I just remembered the summer before our first year of high school, when we first moved here."

"I remember I brought almost nothing—but when you left the next day, you dragged out these two huge suitcases and several cardboard boxes. I was stunned."

"You probably still have a lot this time?"

"Hmph." Ying Chanxi huffed, but her eyes softened, her tone growing gentle. "You still remember… But I don't have that much. Some clothes are old—I plan to donate them."

"I won't bring too much this time. Once we move, we can buy new clothes slowly."

"Look, I didn't even prepare any cardboard boxes."

"You're sure they'll fit?" Li Luo raised an eyebrow.

"Umm…" Ying Chanxi grew slightly guilty under his scrutiny. "Anyway… let's just fill these two suitcases first!"

Saying this, Ying Chanxi immediately got to work.

She didn't touch the clothes in the closet first. Instead, she walked straight to the desk and began clearing it.

"Clothes can be sorted last," Ying Chanxi said, standing beside the desk and pointing at its scattered items. "Help me tidy up the desk first."

"Got it."

Li Luo responded, rose, and walked to Ying Chanxi's side. His gaze fell on the desk, and he picked up a box. "What's this?"

"It's a fountain pen," Ying Chanxi smiled warmly, gesturing for him to open it. "Do you remember where it came from?"

"Let me see." Li Luo opened the box and saw inside a beautifully crafted fountain pen.

The entire pen was deep blue, tinged with black; under the room's lighting, tiny specks shimmered like stars.

On the cap, gold engraving read: 2014.

Along the barrel, engraved was the New Year's phrase: "The year turns, all things renew."

"The fountain pen you won in the New Year's Eve raffle during first year of high school," Li Luo smiled. "You've been using it all this time?"

"I don't use fountain pens often," Ying Chanxi said. "Only when I'm bored, I write something random with it here."

"Oh right—back in high school, we wrote a lot of pen-pal letters, didn't we?"

"Ever since I got this pen, I've used it for every letter."

"Pen-pal letters," Li Luo said, his expression thoughtful. "I've kept them all."

"I've kept them too," Ying Chanxi grinned, opening the first drawer beside her and showing Li Luo.

Inside, neatly arranged, were over twenty letters—all the pen-pal letters Li Luo had written her during high school, carefully preserved.

Though these letters had existed for years, and Ying Chanxi had secretly reread them countless times, they still looked brand-new, perfectly preserved.

(End of Chapter)