The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 168 There is a strand of hair
Liu Wuyang parked the car in the community's parking space and pressed the start/stop button to turn off the engine.

She picked up her bag, pushed open the door, and got out of the car, her high heels making a rapid "clack-clack" sound on the cement floor.

Soon, the elevator arrived at the 17th floor. Liu Wuyang walked quickly to the door of 1702 and pressed the doorbell forcefully.

"Ding-dong-"

"Ding-dong-"

Shortly after, Song Yiran opened the door.

The mother and daughter, who had been separated for so long, should have been overjoyed to be reunited, but Song Yiran's face did not show a smile at all; instead, it had a complex and unreadable expression.

Liu Wuyang's heart skipped a beat, sensing something was wrong.

She subconsciously looked into the house and saw Liu Yuanshan standing expressionlessly in the living room.

The air is a bit solid.

Liu Wuyang lowered her head, gently biting her lip, and forced a smile: "Mom and Dad, it's been a long time."

She spoke softly, then stepped into the house.

The room was unusually quiet.

She subconsciously glanced around but didn't see Zhang Muchen.

It seems they've already left.

Liu Wuyang breathed a slight sigh of relief, and the tension in her back eased a bit.

She raised her head, trying to regain her usual calm tone: "Mom and Dad, why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

Standing in the living room, Liu Yuanshan said expressionlessly, "Come with me."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the bedroom with his hands behind his back.

Liu Wuyang's eyes narrowed, and she silently followed behind.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, her heart skipped a beat. The familiar men's pajamas were prominently displayed on the bedside table.

Liu Yuanshan stopped by the bed and turned to look at her: "Whose men's pajamas are these?"

Liu Wuyang pursed her lips slightly, her gaze darting away a little: "It's... from a friend."

"Boy friend?"

"no."

"friends with benefits?"

"Dad!" Liu Wuyang couldn't help but shout, her face flushing red. "What nonsense are you thinking about?"

Liu Yuanshan raised his hand to adjust the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and did not continue to ask questions, but just stared at her calmly.

Liu Wuyang was both angry and helpless.

She knew that her father had spent half his life abroad, and although he appeared serious and silent, he was actually open-minded.

If I really said we were just friends with benefits, I guess they wouldn't scold me, they'd just frown and ask if I wore a condom.

Liu Wuyang took a breath, picked up the pajamas, folded them neatly, and put them in the closet: "Dad, really don't overthink it. It's just a friend who drank too much and brought me home to sleep for one night."

Liu Yuanshan turned his head and glanced at Song Yiran at the door.

Song Yiran immediately understood and went into the bedroom to speak softly: "Wu Yang, we don't really interfere with what kind of boyfriend you find, nor will we object to you pursuing your own happiness."

She paused, looking at her daughter with a complicated expression: "But you can't lay a hand on a high school student."

These words exploded in the room like thunder.

Liu Wuyang's hand, which was closing the wardrobe door, froze instantly. She looked at her parents with an extremely unnatural expression: "Mom? What are you talking about?"

Seeing her reaction, Song Yiran felt even more certain.

“Wu Yang, didn’t you tell us before that you like young, tall, and handsome guys? Your dad and I understand, after all, your work environment is monotonous and your taste is different.”

"But this isn't America, this is China. You and a high school student... and you even let him stay overnight, that's just too much—"

"Mom!" Liu Wuyang almost choked, quickly waving her hands, "It's not what you think, it really isn't!" She explained frantically, "It's that brat, he insisted on coming. He said he had insomnia and needed a quiet environment. I couldn't stop him."

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Yuanshan cut to the chase: "So when he asked to come and stay, you agreed?"

Liu Wuyang paused, speechless.

Liu Yuanshan stared at his daughter: "You like him?"

Liu Wuyang remained silent.

Liu Yuanshan walked slowly to her side, his tone unexpectedly gentle: "Daughter, don't be afraid. I'm not here to scold you."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Your mother and I have actually met that boy. His name is Zhang Muchen, right?"

Liu Wuyang paused for a moment, then looked up at her parents. Her beautiful eyes darted around a few times before she finally sighed helplessly, "Yes, Mom and Dad."

Liu Yuanshan and Song Yiran exchanged a glance, their understanding unspoken.

"Actually, your mother and I had already discussed it before you came back."

"What to discuss?"

A rare smile suddenly appeared on Liu Yuanshan's lips: "I'm six years older than your mother. If we convert that to your age, when I graduated with my master's degree, she was still in high school."

"So we can understand that you like Xiao Zhang. It's just that Xiao Zhang is still in high school, so you should wait until he graduates and becomes an adult before you talk about it."

Liu Yuanshan changed his tone and added seriously, "Of course... if you really can't hold it in, remember to bring Tao."

"..."

Liu Wuyang's face darkened, and she raised her hand to her forehead.

That's why she didn't want her parents to know about Zhang Muchen's existence from the beginning.

Even though there was only a slight hint of ambiguity between her and that brat, her parents could conjure up an entire forbidden campus romance drama in their minds.

"Mom and Dad, I know what I'm doing. You must be tired from coming back, so please get some rest."

As she spoke, she turned around and pulled Song Yiran out of the bedroom. The mother and daughter sat side by side on the sofa in the living room.

Song Yiran breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on the sofa, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll rest for a while. I'll cook you some dishes and stew a fish for lunch."

Liu Wuyang leaned against her mother and gave her a gentle hug: "Mom, thank you for your hard work."

Song Yiran patted her daughter's hand and said softly, "Your father and I teach in the United States and can't take care of you. It will be more difficult for you to go back to China alone."

"Mom, I've already graduated with a master's degree, and I'm good at taking care of myself."

Song Yiran nodded and stood up: "Okay, then I'll go stew fish for you. Lunch will be ready in a little while."

Liu Wuyang leaned back on the sofa, picked up the remote control, and prepared to turn on the TV to relax after the series of tensions.

But as she reached for the remote control by the sofa, her gaze suddenly fell on a strand of hair that didn't belong to her.

A long, curly strand of hair lay quietly on the sofa surface.

She frowned, picked up the strand of hair with her fingers, and examined it for a moment.

"My mom has short, curly hair, but my hair is straight and not curly at all..."

Liu Wuyang's eyes instantly turned cold; her woman's sixth sense buzzed like a radar at that moment.

She slowly stood up and called out to the kitchen in a calm tone, "Mom, when you came back, who else was in the room besides Zhang Muchen?"

From the kitchen came Song Yiran's casual reply: "Oh, and there's another very pretty girl. Her hair is a bit curly, not like it's permed, more like it's tied up... What's her name again? Chu Youting, yes, Chu Youting."

"Chu Youting..."

Liu Wuyang took a light breath, looked down at the black hair on her fingertips, and slowly rubbed it.

She slowly crossed her arms, leaned back on the sofa, and gradually narrowed her eyes.

"Zhang Muchen...you really are quite the show-off." A slight smirk played on her lips, and a barely audible cold laugh escaped her lips.

(End of this chapter)