You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Xiao Yao's phone rang again at that moment.

"Hey, Grandma, we'll be right back," Xiao Yao said. "The rain is too heavy, we're waiting for it to let up a bit!"

"I'm not Grandma, I'm Dad," Yu Bo's voice said. "Why aren't you home this late? Where are you?"

"Damn it, Brother Bo!" Xiao Yao exclaimed, "Didn't you tell me I wasn't allowed to call you after 10 p.m.?"

“You’re not allowed to hit me, but I can hit you,” Yu Bo said domineeringly.

"Okay then," Xiao Yao said, "What's wrong?"

"The Chinese national team shouldn't have won this game, right?" Yu Bo cut straight to the point: "I remember you once talked to me about this."

"Really? Did I?" Xiao Yao said, "I don't remember."

“Answer me,” Yu Bo said.

"Uh, what? Originally... originally... originally it was indeed... uh..." Xiao Yao lowered his voice and said, "The reversed score—did I really talk to you about that?"

"Have you watched TV?" Yu Bo said. "Sayyd Kamil is dead."

“What’s this? What’s this?” Xiao Yao said.

“Sayyd Kamil, the referee for this match, just died,” Yu Bo said.

Chapter 340 Time Flies, Our Summer

2023-10-01

Time flies like an arrow.

With the Asian Cup over, the rest of the summer vacation flew by.

I don't know if it was because she was angry, but Shen Jie got sick when she got home that day.

There's nothing seriously wrong, just a persistent low-grade fever that keeps coming back after it subsides.

Xiao Yao felt guilty. He knew why Shen Jie was working so hard to make money, and he knew that he was not capable of giving Shen Jie a sense of security, nor could he ask her to do anything.

The only thing he could do was to stop Shen Jie from making rash decisions in her desperation and to minimize the losses.

Grandma wanted to go and take care of Shen Jie, but Xiao Yao stopped her.

During those days, watching Xiao Yao diligently taking care of the patient, even Grandma couldn't help but sigh repeatedly, thinking that her eldest grandson had finally grown up.

Once Shen Jie's illness improved, Xiao Yao began to suffer from menstrual cramps again, so she took over taking care of him, and they somehow managed to create a feeling of mutual support and affection.

“I’m on my period too,” Shen Jie said, supporting Xiao Yao’s neck. “Little brother, when are you going to get better from this symbiotic problem? Right now, it looks like two girls are dating.”

“No, you’re a boy,” Xiao Yao said. “I’m the girl.”

"Disgusting."

"Repeated characters are disgusting."

The death of Sayyid Kamil and his sentencing have sparked some discussion.

Anyone familiar with the rules of football knows that football encourages attacking play. A "Hand of God" like Nakata's would be perfectly acceptable as a penalty kick for the defending team, but for the attacking team, it usually results in a yellow card, or even a red card; a penalty kick is truly alarming.

For this reason, the Japanese team's head coach refused to go on stage to accept the runner-up trophy after the match in protest.

The news that the referee who made the ruling, Said Kamil, suddenly died of a heart attack after the match also sparked discussions and even led to many conspiracy theories.

Some Chinese fans voluntarily mourned this old friend of the Chinese people, and the voices questioning whether the penalty was fair quickly disappeared in the wave of nationalism.

After all, anyone who dares to say there's something wrong with the ball will be labeled a "rare dog" or a "traitor."

One thing Xiao Yao knew was that Said Kamil could have lived for a long time.

Another thing Xiao Yao knew was that the Mingye Watchers had launched an investigation into the matter.

Xiao Yao also knew that Yu Bo had strictly forbidden him from buying any form of lottery ticket in the future.

To avoid indirectly getting his hands stained with the blood of passersby again, Xiao Yao accepted the verdict wholeheartedly.

Meanwhile, Yu Luying's attitude towards Xiao Yao suddenly turned cold again after returning to Shanghai. Xiao Yao seemed to have gotten used to this behavior, and being busy taking care of the sick Shen Jie, he didn't have the energy to coax her anymore.

The two of them remained silent like this for two or three days.

For a few hours, Xiao Yao felt that it would be enough for him to be with Shen Jie for life.

Karlschderlin agreed to let him "visit" Zhao Xiaomei in prison, but didn't specify when, only saying "when the time is right." Xiao Yao already had too many things to do, so he didn't put much energy into following up on this matter.

Three days later, Yu Luying finally took the initiative to call Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao was still happy when he saw Yu Luying's call.

At that time, Shen Jie was sitting by his bedside, feeding him brown sugar water spoonful by spoonful, just like feeding a little baby.

Xiao Yao answered the phone: "Hello."

"Hello," Yu Luying said.

Then, the two of them were silent for two or three seconds, and neither of them spoke.

"Come on, open your mouth," Shen Jie handed over another spoonful of brown sugar water: "Ah—"

Embarrassed to say "Ah—" in front of Yu Luying, Xiao Yao stretched his neck forward and put the spoon in his mouth.

"Your condition is quite serious," Xiao Yao said after swallowing the sugar water.

"Are you sure you want to say this in front of your sister?" Yu Luying scolded.

"Uh……"

“I’ve taken painkillers—I’m the one who’s dragging you into this,” Yu Luying said gently. “You’ve had a tough time.”

"?" Xiao Yao said, "Is it sarcastic or something?"

“No, I’m serious,” Yu Luying explained.

“Okay,” Xiao Yao nodded and said, “It’s alright, we’ll share the good times and the bad.”

After saying this, she worried that Shen Jie would be jealous, so she glanced at her with concern, but Shen Jie seemed completely unconcerned.

"Do you have time to come out now?" Yu Luying asked, stating her purpose.

"Now?" Xiao Yao was somewhat surprised: "We're already like this?"

"About my sister," Yu Luying explained succinctly, "it's about her studying at a secondary school."

“Ah, okay,” Xiao Yao said immediately, “Where shall we meet?”

Shen Jie glanced at him.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Jie said quietly, "You two are in so much pain, and you still insist on going on a date?"

"Your matter," Xiao Yao explained succinctly, "is about borrowing a place to study."

Following Yu Luying's instructions, Xiao Yao carefully washed his hair and went to the building where Yu Lihua lived. Yu Luying had already bought the gift, and the two of them took a bus to Director Lin's house.

"Zhang Zhengkai is still harassing my sister?" Yu Luying was surprised when she heard this: "You two really are brothers in misfortune."

Xiao Yao knew what Yu Luying meant, so he could only laugh awkwardly.

He originally thought that Yu Bo was the only adult mediating between them, but Yu Luying told him that Yu Lihua and his uncle Yu Baolu had both "made arrangements" through him, which greatly surprised him.

“I only told my mom that Shen Jie ran away from her arranged marriage, I didn’t say anything else,” Yu Luying told Xiao Yao. “I told her that you two are now definitely just ordinary friends.”

"She actually believed that?" Xiao Yao found it unbelievable. "It feels a bit like she's lost her mind—oh, don't mind me..."

“I told her she doesn’t like you,” Yu Luying said casually, “she’s tired of you.”

Xiao Yao: "??"

“My mom thinks it’s very reasonable,” Yu Luying said with a faint smile.

“It makes sense,” Xiao Yao admitted. “But what I meant by ‘lowering intelligence’ is… well, never mind. But won’t your Uncle Paul tell her?”

“My uncle promised to keep it a secret for us,” Yu Luying straightened up, “for now.”

"You..." Xiao Yao still cautiously asked the question: "Have you made up with your grandfather and your eldest uncle?"

Yu Luying kept a straight face for three seconds without saying a word.

"If it's inconvenient to say, you don't have to..."

The afternoon sun shone through the bus window onto the two people. Perhaps because it had rained heavily all night, the temperature wasn't high today, and the sunshine was quite pleasant.

Yu Luying took Xiao Yao's arm and rested her head on his shoulder.

A pleasant shampoo scent wafted into Xiao Yao's nostrils.

His heart skipped a beat.

The bus shook violently for a short while and made a "farting" sound.

“Isn’t this the result you wanted to achieve?” Yu Luying said softly.

"what?"

“To achieve this result, you pretended to be a good kid throughout the entire summer camp and neglected your sister,” Yu Luying gently stroked Xiao Yao’s arm. “You really worked hard.”

Ah, she finally found out.

Xiao Yao couldn't tell whether this was a yin-yang interpretation or not, so he just made up a story: "Do I need to pretend? I'm a good kid."