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

"Sir, Madam, we've arrived," the driver interjected. "Should we pull over or turn around?"

Xiao Yao craned his neck, looking left and right: "Turn around, thank you, master."

No sooner had they gotten out of the car than Shen Jie grabbed Xiao Yao's hand and scolded, "What's wrong with you?"

"Huh? What's going on?" Xiao Yao was completely baffled.

"What did you say in the taxi? What did you say?" Shen Jie looked around, her face flushed, and lowered her voice, "What about how this place has been clean for almost a week, what about doing this and that—you said all that in front of the driver?"

"?" Xiao Yao asked, puzzled, "You know this driver?"

"I don't know him," Shen Jie said.

"Does this driver know you?"

“I don’t know him either.”

"Will we ever see him a second time in this lifetime?" Xiao Yao asked.

Shen Jie: "..."

“He’s just a random passerby, an NPC. Why do you care about his opinion?” Xiao Yao said.

Shen Jie straddled the table, pointed her right index finger at Xiao Yao, and said, "You! You've reached a certain level of shamelessness, you're so self-righteous, and you even have a bunch of twisted theories!"

"Haha, that seems to be the case," Xiao Yao chuckled. "Now that we're not in a taxi, but on the street, can you answer my question now—or can we only talk about it behind closed doors?"

"You, are you poisonous?" Shen Jie stomped her foot: "Tianyun has been staying at home and hasn't gone out much for the past week. What do you want? To kick her out?"

"Sure," Xiao Yao said with a smile.

“I told you you’re shameless,” Shen Jie said. “If we kick her out, won’t she know what we’re up to? Don’t you care about the taxi driver’s opinion? Don’t you care about your daughter’s opinion?”

"How could we have her if we didn't do anything?" Xiao Yao said glibly.

Shen Jie turned and left.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Xiao Yao caught up and grabbed Shen Jie's arm: "Go that way to Meiyu's house."

Shen Jie changed direction and continued walking forward with her head down.

"Oh dear, what's wrong?" Xiao Yao asked Shen Jie, "Are you really angry?"

"Isn't this kind of thing all about timing, atmosphere, and letting things happen naturally?" Shen Jie said as they walked. "The girl also needs to be in the right mood, right? She also needs to be willing, right? How can you expect me to push her around like this every day and force her?"

"What you're saying," Xiao Yao muttered under his breath, "is something we both agreed on, we agreed on it, but then we keep putting it off, from today to tomorrow, from tomorrow to the day after tomorrow, and from the day after tomorrow to the day after that..."

Shen Jie braked suddenly and stopped abruptly.

Xiao Yao thought she was really angry, so he deliberately covered his head with both hands in an exaggerated manner, as if he was about to be hit: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I won't say it anymore, okay? I won't mention it again, okay?"

Shen Jie didn't hit him; she just stared intently at the other side of the road.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you stupid?" Xiao Yao stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and held it in front of Shen Jie's eyes, moving it up and down three times.

Shen Jie grabbed Xiao Yao's wrist, moved his hand away, and continued to stare intently in that direction.

Xiao Yao followed Shen Jie's gaze and looked over.

Deep in the alley, a pair of people who looked incongruous yet perfectly harmonious slowly walked out of the "Night Paris" KTV.

A pretty girl in a sailor uniform and pleated skirt, with heavy makeup and a very short skirt, exuded a captivating allure with her long, white legs encased in thin black stockings.

Her black stockings and leather shoes swayed gracefully down the street, highlighting her long, beautiful legs and exquisite figure.

The middle-aged man who was affectionately linking arms with her looked quite wealthy—he appeared to be in his thirties or forties, with a large belly and a slight bald spot on his head. He didn't look like a big boss at all, but rather like a middle-aged office worker or an old otaku.

The two of them slowly walked out of the "Night Paris" KTV. The girl had a charming smile on her lips, while the man held her hand tightly, looking completely satisfied.

“Maybe it’s just that they look alike?” Xiao Yao turned to Shen Jie and said.

The "Night Paris" sign looked dilapidated, somewhat broken and worn. The sign featured gold artistic lettering, the lines delicate and faintly revealing a touch of mystery. The paint had faded, leaving only blurry traces, appearing dim and lackluster under the dim daylight.

"Meiyu's" gaze swept over Xiao Yao and Shen Jie, as if she didn't recognize them, before drifting away to something else.

Two seconds later, the gaze returned, this time settling on the two little ones.

Upon seeing Shen Jie, the girl froze instantly, and her already pale face turned even paler in that instant.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

However, the fear and unease in his heart could no longer be concealed.

Shen Jie stared coldly at the girl, her eyes filled with mockery and disdain. She slightly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a sarcastic smile, but it was unclear whose helplessness and weakness she was mocking.

Meiyu subconsciously wanted to walk towards Shen Jie, but was strangely pulled back by the middle-aged fat man.

She lowered her head, explained something to the fat man, and was about to walk towards Shen Jie again when Shen Jie suddenly grabbed Xiao Yao's hand, hurriedly turned around, and prepared to leave.

"Why won't you listen to their explanation?" Xiao Yao didn't want to leave and tried to keep his feet in place, but Shen Jie's strength was surprisingly great, causing him to stumble.

Meiyu chased after them for a few steps, then looked back at the fat man and had no choice but to stop. She watched them leave blankly, feeling a pang of regret and disappointment.

Xiao Yao seemed to sense this disappointment. As Shen Jie pulled him away, he turned back to look at her with a slightly apologetic expression until Meiyu completely disappeared from his sight.

"Why not give them a chance to explain?" Xiao Yao couldn't help but say again.

“Xiao Yao,” Shen Jie shook her head and said, “I want to join The Work like Sha Mei did. What do you think?”

Xiao Yao was taken aback: "What's with this sudden turn of events?"

Shen Jie's first independent entrepreneurial plan in this period of her life completely turned into a pipe dream from the very beginning—before she even took the first step.

August 31st, the day before school starts, the last day of the long summer vacation.

Shen Tianyun went back to school today and said she wouldn't be back until tonight.

Unable to find another excuse to delay, the disheartened girl decided to fulfill one of her previous promises.

Just as the girl was about to slip into the mirror and travel to 2034, there was a knock on the door of the photo room.

Xiao Yao opened the door and saw Yu Luying standing outside, carrying a huge bag in her left hand and dragging a stuffed—it looked like it was bulging—suitcase in her right hand. Her pretty face was full of anger, and there were two tear tracks on her cheeks that had just dried.

"Uh..." Xiao Yao scratched the back of his head: "You really did cry—what's wrong with you?"

Before Yu Luying could speak, Shen Jie had already run from the bedroom to the photo room.

"Silly girl?"

Chapter 342 What to do when the harem is on fire? I need an answer urgently!

2023-10-02

"Uh..." Xiao Yao scratched the back of his head: "You really did cry—what's wrong with you?"

Before Yu Luying could speak, Shen Jie had already run from the bedroom to the photo room.

"Silly girl?" Shen Jie exclaimed.

"Sister," Yu Luying forced a smile, "I brought your school uniform over."

"Ah? Ah, okay." Shen Jie said, subconsciously reaching out to take the things from Yu Luying's hands.

What Xiao Yao was thinking was that every time he was about to achieve something good, he would always be interrupted by someone or something.

"Good news? What good news have you had?" Yu Luying looked at Xiao Yao strangely.

These words left both Xiao Yao and Shen Jie extremely embarrassed.

"Great news! Of course, it's because school starts tomorrow! I'm overjoyed!" Xiao Yao quickly tried to hide his excitement.

“I never knew you loved going to school so much,” Yu Luying said.

“I’m not that passionate about it now,” Xiao Yao said frankly. “Mainly because starting tomorrow, Shen—Xu Qingwei will become a proud student of St. Francis Secondary School, and a classmate of yours and mine.”

“He’s a student on temporary leave,” Shen Jie corrected.

“Students on temporary assignment are students too,” Yu Luying said, placing the bag she was holding on the floor of the photo room. She pushed her suitcase through the door with her right hand, hooked the door shut with her foot with practiced ease, let go of the suitcase handle, squatted down, opened the bag, and began rummaging through it. “Students on temporary assignment also have to wear school uniforms.”

"By the way, when will our book be released?" Xiao Yao asked casually, glancing behind Yu Luying.

Yu Luying's squatting motion was light and elegant. A small patch of flesh on her back was exposed between her black trousers and the hem of her top, the alluring curves gently outlining her graceful figure. Another garment was hidden in the trousers that clung to her legs, with a slit peeking out, sparking endless fantasies in the young man.

What was that saying again? Xiao Yao took a few steps back, backing up to a distance where Yu Luying shouldn't be able to detect his inner thoughts, pressing himself tightly against the stone pool.

A cold sensation came from his hips and waist.

What's that saying again? "The hem of a girl's skirt, the heart of a boy"—that's roughly the feeling. This sentence is simple and beautiful. If, 20 years from now, I were to look at a girl like that as a middle-aged man with no relation to her, I would be criticized as "creepy" and "greasy."

What you don't have in the first place, you'll never have in your life. That's probably the rule of this world.

Sunlight streamed through the window between the photo booths, illuminating Yu Luying's slender figure and highlighting the smoothness and delicacy of her skin. As she crouched down, her black trousers clung tightly to her back, emphasizing her thin, wiry, yet taut waist. On her inadvertently exposed back, tiny beads of sweat were faintly visible, shimmering slightly.

The interplay between her trousers and sneakers left a suggestive gap. When she stood, the trouser legs covered the sneakers, but when she squatted, the trouser legs were passively pulled up, revealing a glimpse of a white sock through the gap.

These pristine white short socks clung tightly to the girl's rounded ankles and the two centimeters above her calves, like a thin layer of snow-white gauze. The socks were soft and smooth, making Xiao Yao want to gently rub them.

The boy could imagine that the touch would be as delicate as silk.

Above the ankle socks, with each movement, occasionally half a centimeter of bare skin would peek out. That skin was as white as jade, like a pure, flawless realm, utterly captivating. Every tiny pore shimmered with a mesmerizing light, as if…

"What books?" Yu Luying looked up and asked curiously, "When have books not been handed out on the first day of school? Our school doesn't have a return-to-school day."

"Oh, right," Xiao Yao said awkwardly.

Yu Luying buried her head and pulled out several bags of neatly folded new clothes wrapped in transparent plastic film from her package: "Found them."