Rebirth Must Be Happy

Song Zhiyu is already a sophomore, which is the busiest time of her studies. Today is not a rest day, so she did not come over.

Sister Xie cooked dinner and made a video call home while eating. They chatted for a few minutes. After dinner, Xu Jinhuan washed the dishes, then turned on the computer and played two games with Xie Zhiqiang and the others.

"Put your face out."

That evening, Xu Jinhuan was scrolling through Weibo when Xie Wanqing, dressed in her pajamas, came to the bedside, knelt down, sat down beside him, and casually slapped the extra skincare product she was holding onto Xu Jinhuan's face.

"I thought you were going to kiss me."

Xu Jinhuan was quite worldly-wise. He didn't have many similar experiences in his previous life, since those people didn't have genuine feelings for each other and their daily lives were definitely different. But in recent years, not only Xie Wanqing and Song Zhiyu, but even Chen Xingzhu would occasionally squeeze too much and rub it on him to avoid wasting it.

Did you wipe your face?

After Xie Wanqing finished applying the ointment, she didn't forget to ask again, "Don't remind me every day, or I'll go and complain to Xingzhu."

"How come you've learned to tattle on me to Zhizhi?"

Xu Jinhuan slapped Xie Jie's bottom, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. While brushing her teeth, she heard Xie Wanqing say angrily, "You haven't washed your face yet, so all that rubbing was for nothing?"

"It's okay, I absorb it quickly."

Xu Jinhuan mumbled a reply amidst the buzzing of the electric toothbrush. Xie Wanqing rolled her eyes at her and stormed off.

This wasn't a big deal, so Xu Jinhuan didn't pay much attention. After washing up, he went back to bed and lay down. He had just snuggled up to Xie Wanqing when Xie Wanqing, who was scrolling through Douyin, pushed him back and said stiffly, "Stay away from me."

???

Xu Jinhuan was a little confused. He put down his phone and leaned closer to hug her waist, asking, "What's wrong? Did I do something to you?"

Why didn't you provoke me?

Sister Xie held her phone, turned her head to stare at her, her eyes and expression conveying a sense of grievance, "If I only put it on your face, you won't wash it off. If Xingzhu puts it on your face, you won't wash it off either. But the one I put on you, you just wash it off!"

"..."

Even with Xu Jinhuan's extensive experience, Xie Jie's words left him feeling a bit overwhelmed, and he even began to suspect that Xie Jie was deliberately picking a fight.
But it is precisely because it is outrageous that it is reasonable.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Xu Jinhuan didn't try to explain; she wanted to admit her mistake and calm herself down first. Sure enough, Xie Wanqing clearly wanted to communicate, but she still looked annoyed: "Tell me, did you do that on purpose?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should have washed my face earlier, so my sister wouldn't have needed to wash it after applying the ointment. No, I shouldn't have washed my face tonight!"

Xu Jinhuan first reflected on the situation, then offered a solution: "How about this, could you apply it to me again now? Or tomorrow I'll wash my face earlier, and you can apply a little more and continue to apply it to me?"

"I'm not going to put it on you."

Xie Wanqing snorted, but she was clearly not as angry anymore. After thinking for a moment, she continued, "You still haven't answered. Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Of course not. It's just that I've been living with you for so long that I've developed a good habit of washing my face every day. It's just a habit."

Xu Jinhuan then explained and coaxed her softly for a while, gradually shifting from words to more effective comfort. However, if this comfort continued, it would seem like it was tormenting Sister Xie.

"How disgusting!"

Only the bedside lamp was on in the room. When Xu Jinhuan came out after washing up, Xie Wanqing was lying there wrapped in a quilt with her hair disheveled. She turned her head and stared at him with her big, watery eyes, while making a disgusted comment, "It's disgusting to look at."

Xu Jinhuan walked over and put on his underwear: "This is the first time I've heard of this kind of 'killing the hunting dog after the rabbit is caught' method. If you're so capable, don't use it next time."

"I don't care."

Xie Wanqing snorted, and after he lay down, she nestled her head against his shoulder, while very skillfully stretching her legs out from under the blanket and placing them on his lap.

"I just thought of a way to celebrate Xingzhu and the others' birthdays."

Xie Wanqing tilted her head slightly to look at him, "You don't need to prepare anything special, just change the single gift to two, whatever it is, make two of each, you can change the color or something."

"Thank you, you've blocked another one of my paths."

Xu Jinhuan had indeed thought about it, but it wasn't because Xie Wanqing suggested it that he dared not do it; rather, it was too dangerous. Not only was his ambiguous relationship with Chen Xingruo too rash, but it could also easily arouse the dissatisfaction of Xie Wanqing, Song Zhiyu, and even Chen Xingzhu. "I'm serious."

Xie Wanqing was increasingly being assimilated by Song Zhiyu, and began to come over to "promote" her good ideas. Xu Jinhuan responded with a few words, played on her phone for a while, turned off the lights, and quickly fell into a deep sleep while holding Sister Xie.

……

"Sis, are you asleep?"

Chen Xingzhu watched a hit drama called "In the Name of the People" tonight, which was highly recommended by Xie Wanqing and Hu Yingxin. She watched two episodes and went to bed a little late. Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she suddenly heard someone talking by her bedside.

She recognized Chen Xingruo's voice, so she wasn't alarmed and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Hehe, I knew you weren't asleep either."

Chen Xingruo was just as excited as Su Zi had been when she took Zhang Huaimin out for a night stroll back then. She turned on the bedside lamp and squeezed onto the bed. "Sister, can I sleep with you? It's been so long since we slept together."

"not good!"

Chen Xingzhu was a little annoyed, wondering if her younger sister had lost her mind. "I was already asleep, what are you doing here?"

"Aren't you already awake?"

Chen Xingruo, oblivious to her surroundings, continued to squeeze onto the bed, saying, "Move over a little, or I can move over too."

Chen Xingzhu had no choice but to move over a bit to make room for her. Slightly more awake, she moved the pillow up and looked up at her: "Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing. I just came to talk to you about how we should celebrate our birthdays this year."

Chen Xingruo chuckled, "I was so busy the past two years that I didn't get to celebrate your birthday with you. I'm going to make it up to you this year. Is there anything you want as a gift?"

Chen Xingzhu shook her head, and Chen Xingruo continued, "How about I buy you a bag? Or how about I get you a new computer? You haven't replaced your computer in ages."

"No, it's too much trouble."

Chen Xingzhu shook her head, smoothed her long hair, and sighed, "Don't worry, whatever gift you want, I will still give it to you."

"Hehe~"

Chen Xingruo chuckled, seemingly a little embarrassed, "I said I wanted to give you a gift, not to ask you for one. I'm not that kind of person. Song Zhiyu is... Sister, how about we go play a murder mystery game sometime?"

"Ok?"

Chen Xingzhu paused for a moment before realizing what it was. In the past two years, thanks to similar variety shows, script-based murder mystery games and escape rooms have seen explosive growth in China. She had heard of them before. Zhu Xinyao had even tried to get her to join in, just to make up the numbers, but she didn't like anything tense or exciting, so she refused.

When her younger sister invited her, Chen Xingzhu maintained the same attitude, shaking her head and saying, "I don't like those."

"Give it a try."

Chen Xingruo grabbed Chen Xingzhu's arm and shook it, "I played this on a show before, it was quite fun, but those scripts were all too stupid. This time let's choose a fun script."

Before Chen Xingzhu could refuse, she enthusiastically introduced, "Do you still remember Mi Yuxuan? The house Xu Jinhuan owned at Jianqiaobo was her cousin's wedding house... Remember?"

Chen Xingzhu thought for a moment and nodded: "Does she want to go play too?"

"No, that murder mystery game shop was opened by Mi Yuxuan's cousin. He invested a lot of money in it, and it's been quite popular lately."

Chen Xingruo's eyes seemed to be shining, as if she was looking forward to this matter. This made Chen Xingzhu frown slightly, keenly sensing that something was not quite right.

Chen Xingruo might enjoy playing around, but her current behavior is a bit exaggerated; it seems more like she's deliberately acting like she really enjoys playing around.

She remained calm and continued listening to Chen Xingruo's story: "When we opened this shop, Mi Yuxuan told me about it because I had participated in this kind of program. But I heard from them that in addition to investing money, the script is also very important for opening this kind of shop. Good scripts are hard to find, so her brother went to collect scripts. They were all garbage, but there were also some that were very well written, like those online novel authors... the kind who failed. They made money by writing these kinds of scripts."

She had already steered the conversation off-topic, but seemed completely unaware, and continued, "Then she said she had just received a script, which was of very high quality and was perfect for the two of us to play with."

At this point, she finally turned to Chen Xingzhu: "Because the most important characters in the script are a pair of twins, the kind who look almost identical. Isn't this the script prepared for the two of us?" (End of this chapter)