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Chapter 225 My Zhaozhao (Yang Muye)
So, you're feeling resentful because they can call each other so affectionately, while you're still calling her "sister"?

Shen Zhaoyi pinpointed the exact symptoms.

Han Ziyang answered yes readily.

After all, when people hear the title "older sister," they won't subconsciously think of the two as a couple; he has to make this relationship public.

Otherwise, you'll suffer a great loss!

Upon learning of this idea, Shen Zhaoyi decided to listen and decide what he should call her.

Han Ziyang racked his brains and came up with several alternatives.

【baby?】

【Baby?】

[Yibao?]

After seeing what the other person had sent, Shen Zhaoyi instantly broke out in goosebumps on her arms.

She offered a friendly suggestion: "Maybe we shouldn't get hung up on the word 'treasure'."

Han Ziyang understood that this meant dislike.

That's strange. Zhang Fan calls his girlfriend every night, and they always talk back and forth. So why was he rejected by his sister?
So, what does Su Ye usually call you?

Han Ziyang wanted to learn from his seniors.

Suddenly, this topic came to mind, and something else popped into Shen Zhaoyi's head. (Not part of the main text)
Setting aside the yellow waste, she calmly replied: [Name.]

"Huh? Just by name?" Han Ziyang was skeptical. "Sister, you're not lying to me, are you?"

【No. 】

That's so unromantic!

He blurted out all the complaints that were on his mind.

Realizing what she'd said, she quickly retracted her statement, "Um, sis, I wasn't talking about you."

The issue of what to call someone was discussed until we left the dormitory, but no suitable solution was reached.

A new message came in on WeChat.

When Shen Zhaoyi checked the screen, it was Mu Mu. He had sent over the doctor's diagnosis and all the test reports from last night.

It's only a little past five o'clock, isn't it?

[Are you already at the hospital?]

[Yes.] Mumu sent another photo of the bedside, ["Come and bring Grandma food."]

Shen Zhaoyi roughly calculated that this person had only slept for less than six hours since she left.

This also includes the time spent getting up to cook and the time spent on the road.

If that doesn't work, we should hire a night caregiver to stay with you at night.

Don't let the old man's illness get better before he wears himself out.

Mumu said not to worry, "I rented a cot from the hospital, and I'll sleep next to Grandma tonight."

If someone else comes, he will only worry more and feel uneasy going home.

Shen Zhaoyi recalled the teaching assistant job he had mentioned during dinner yesterday.

The dance studio offers good benefits, and you can even audit classes for free. If you miss this opportunity, it will be hard to find another one like it.

Mumu was also aware of the pros and cons behind this.

But there's nothing I can do right now; nothing is more important than Grandma.

Don't worry, sister, I'll explain everything to the boss. As for whether I can stay or not, that's up to fate.

Work can be done anytime, but every extra day spent with family is something you have to beg for.

Shen Zhaoyi knew he had his own ideas, so he didn't try to persuade him any further.

Everyone has their own destiny; forcibly interfering will only increase the psychological pressure on the other person.

She ultimately only replied with: "Okay, contact me anytime if you need anything."

The chat ended.

That afternoon, I played games and watched live streams; my eyes were practically glued to the phone screen.

I stood up and stretched my limbs.

In the kitchen, the aunt and Xu Meng were already busy preparing dinner. Seeing that the sun outside wasn't so glaring, Shen Zhaoyi went to the garden, intending to look at the green plants to relieve her eye strain. But she clearly underestimated the power of the sun after a day of intense sunshine.

Even though the sun was setting, the ground was still as hot as a steamer. After walking only a few steps outside, I could feel a little sweat on my back.

In the end, the plan was canceled, and Shen Zhaoyi turned around and went back to the air-conditioned villa.

After finishing her meal and going upstairs, she began to pay for her impulsive decision.

Although I didn't sweat much, I still felt sticky all over, so I needed to take a shower, a full shower from head to toe.

After finishing cleaning up and coming out of the bathroom, I saw that Han Ziyang had found the name he was most satisfied with.

Sister, I promise you'll love it.

And I'm the only one who calls you that!

Shen Zhaoyi was intrigued. "Oh? What is it? Tell me."

You know, our Yangzai is a straightforward kid; if you ask him to speak, he really will.

A two-second voice message pops up.

Tap to play.

The deliberately lowered voice, carrying a hint of barely perceptible doting and shyness, came from the phone.

The boy's sincere feelings ultimately boiled down to two words: "Zhaozhao".

Shen Zhaoyi couldn't describe her current feelings.

But one thing is certain: I was definitely aroused.

Often, you don't need to hear a lot of sweet words to truly feel someone's affection.

Like now.

[Sister, how is it? How is it?]

Han Ziyang was still waiting for feedback on the other end. Shen Zhaoyi said sincerely, "Very good."

The boy, holding his phone, rolled over in bed.

I happily changed the contact's nickname to—

My Zhaozhao.

The issue of how to address someone continued to Su Ye after 11 o'clock.

When the voice call came in, he hadn't yet exited the "Victoria Harbour" backstage, and the background music was a recently released Cantonese song.

"Love is like the clear, cool water of a night; you can feel it, but you can't hear it..."

Su Ye hummed along softly, her gentle voice echoing in my ears.

Shen Zhaoyi suddenly realized that he actually had a affectionate way of addressing her.

Moreover, he was one of the people who had just been rejected by Han Ziyang.

But only when emotions are stirred.

“Su Ye,” Shen Zhaoyi said, interrupting his humming.

"Huh?" The background noise stopped abruptly, it seemed the equipment had been unplugged. Then Su Ye asked, "What's wrong?"

Since the atmosphere had reached this point, Shen Zhaoyi didn't hesitate and directly brought up the night he came to the villa.

"You used to call me baby, why haven't you called me that since?"

The same term of address, spoken by Su Ye, and given the circumstances, instantly lost its greasy feel and became merely a tool for flirting.

Her reminder brought back his memories instantly.

Su Ye also remembered that after blurting it out, Shen Zhaoyi made him repeat it several times.

He shook his head, trying to regain his composure.

Why bring this up all of a sudden?

Su Ye was trying to figure out what she was thinking. "You want me to call you that?"

"Thought."

Shen Zhaoyi tossed her phone beside her pillow, plopped herself onto the bed, found a comfortable position, and began to think of wicked ideas.

Su Ye waited until the commotion on her side subsided before calling out helplessly, "Baby."

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, he was corrected:
"That's not how it's called."