The unattainable beauty was driven to depravity and madness by a wicked seed.

Ever since his last phone call with Liu Qiushui, Lu Sui had been particularly looking forward to going back. A week before the holiday, he asked Shen Qinghuai how Liu Qiushui was doing and whether she needed any supplements, hinting that he should call Liu Qiushui.

Shen Qinghuai said, "Didn't Xiaobao and his mother exchange contact information?"

Lu Sui buried her face in Shen Qinghuai's arms and said in a muffled voice, "We're not familiar with each other, you can hit me."

Shen Qinghuai was knocked backward by his bump. "How can we not be familiar?"

"We're just not familiar with each other."

Shen Qinghuai took out his own phone and dialed the number. He didn't speak, but put the phone to Lu Sui's ear. Lu Sui glared at him and stammered, "Hello, Auntie."

"Okay, all is well." Liu Qiushui spoke breathlessly. Lu Sui asked her what she was doing, and she said she was cleaning the house, cleaning every nook and cranny to get rid of bad luck.

While cleaning, they found three purses. Xu Suya was so angry that she took Liu Qiushui to the temple and threw them into the donation box.

Liu Qiushui didn't say the rest. It wasn't their business anyway; who could stop some people from deliberately acting like scoundrels?

Are you feeling better?

"I'm full of energy right now." Liu Qiushui's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile. "Thank you for your concern, Xiao Lu."

"You're welcome." Lu Sui was speechless. He looked at Shen Qinghuai, who just grinned foolishly, not giving him any clue what to say next. Not wanting the conversation to become awkward, he asked dryly, "Do you have enough clothes?"

"That's enough, I have plenty of clothes, don't buy me any more!" Liu Qiushui put the broom aside. "You don't need to bring anything back, just seeing you all makes me happy."

The call ended two minutes later.

Lu Suixiong and Shen Qinghuai are mute, so he is not allowed to speak all day.

Shen Qinghuai started typing again, asking, "Does not speaking mean you can't open your mouth?"

"right."

"If I don't open my mouth, how will I give it to you tonight—"

Snapped.

Shen Qinghuai got a slap on his face.

No matter who judges, Shen Qinghuai is reaping what he sowed, and it's even clear that he's thoroughly enjoying it.

"You didn't even teach me how to say it." Lu Sui rubbed her forehead against Shen Qinghuai's shoulder, flicked his face with her hair, and tried to pull his ear, "I'm abusing you."

"Is this domestic violence or...baby?" Shen Qinghuai praised Lu Sui, saying he was great because he could chat so well with Liu Qiushui without Shen Qinghuai teaching him.

Two days before Lu Sui's holiday.

Private dining room in the cafeteria.

Chen Jingmo was roasting sweet potatoes, Jiang Xiu was eating ice cream, and the air conditioner was set to 23 degrees Celsius.

Lu Sui was playing with slime, and Shen Qinghuai was feeding him mung bean smoothie, which he made himself. He bought peeled mung beans, peeled red dates, and chopped yam.

"Hey bro, where are you guys planning to go on vacation?" Jiang Xiu sat in front of the floor-standing air conditioner, his hair all messed up. The ice cream had melted quickly, spilling all over his hand. Chen Jingmo turned around and watched him lick it, repeatedly saying "You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch" in disgust. "I'm speechless. Can't you just use a tissue to wipe it?"

"The paper is too far away from me, I don't want to move, it's cool here... *slurp*"

"If you were my brother, I'd beat you up nine times in three days!" Chen Jingmo grabbed a tissue and threw it at Jiang Xiu. "It's not even the hottest time of summer yet, why are you sweating so much?"

"It's been like this since we were kids." Jiang Xiu got angry when he talked about this. When he was a child, he slept in the same bed as Jiang Wang. For a week in a row, he would wake up in the morning and lie on the floor. One night, he couldn't sleep well and was about to scratch an itch when Jiang Wang kicked him off the bed. When asked why, Jiang Wang said that Jiang Xiu looked like a pig in a sauna and smelled rotten, which Jiang Wang found disgusting.

"My sweat didn't rub against you!"

"...You have three seconds to readjust your tone."

"Well, I'm just sweating a bit too much. When we go out later, don't get too close to me, or I'm afraid my sweat will rub off on you."

"That's more like it."

Jiang Xiu couldn't finish the ice cream, so he threw it in the trash. He grabbed a few tissues to use as a pad when he went to the restroom. When he came out, he squatted down next to Lu Sui and watched him poking at the glass slime. "Senior Shen, do you still have mung bean smoothie?"

When Chen Jingmo heard him ask, he said, "Don't eat so much cold food, or you'll get diarrhea. Come and eat some roasted sweet potatoes."

"Eating roasted sweet potatoes in the middle of summer, Brother Chen, you're really crazy." Jiang Xiu was still looking at Shen Qinghuai. Shen Qinghuai said that the thermos on the table was full of them. Jiang Xiu took a disposable cup and poured them out. The ice inside had melted. He didn't like drinking it, so he poured another cup and put it on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator.

As soon as Chen Jingmo took the roasted sweet potatoes out, the room was filled with a sweet aroma. Honey gushed out from the cracks in the skin. He put a spoon in each one. Just as he put them on the table, Jiang Xiu floated over. Chen Jingmo picked up the roasted sweet potatoes and moved them behind him, saying irritably, "What are you doing?"

"Brother Chen, I take back what I just said."

"It's no use. I'm just concerned about you and offered you some roasted sweet potato, and you call me crazy. You're the crazy one! Your whole family is crazy!"

Jiang Xiu looked up at Chen Jingmo, but before he could utter the words "Brother Chen" in a dramatic, theatrical style, Chen Jingmo interrupted him, "Eat up, you big glutton! If you dare call me crazy again, I'll rip your head bald!"

Jiang Xiu grabbed the spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it twice, and put it in his mouth, scalding it so hot he jumped up and down.

Chen Jingmo: ...Why does my cerebellum short-circuit every day?

Lu Sui stuffed the glass clay into the small jar, and Shen Qinghuai fed him a spoonful of mung bean smoothie. "Not playing anymore?"

"I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes."

Chen Jingmo said, "Wait a while before you eat it, it's too hot now. I got you the biggest one with the most honey. If you can't finish it, Shen Qinghuai can help you finish it."

"...Brother Chen, why didn't you remind me?"

"Who told you to say I'm sick, and to be in such a hurry?"

"Aren't you worried I'll burn my throat?"

"Even pigs aren't afraid of boiling water, so why would they be afraid of sweet potatoes... Sigh, alright, alright, I knew you'd come over to eat. I blew on the ones I gave you earlier, didn't you notice you've already cut them open?"

"It really is true," Jiang Xiu said. "Brother Chen, you're so good to me. Come to my house for dinner tonight—"

"No! I'm not that desperate!"

"It wasn't my brother who cooked, it was me—"

"Not to mention, I'm afraid the moment I taste your food, it will make me wish I were dead."

"..."

Seeing Lu Sui's eyes crinkle like crescent moons, Shen Qinghuai gently touched his forehead and said, "Aren't they hilarious?"

"Yeah, silly."

Chen Jingmo kicked Jiang Xiu's foot. "Did you hear that? I'm saying you're stupid."

"There are advantages to being a fool," Jiang Xiu mumbled, chewing on a sweet potato.

Lu Sui turned his head and asked, "What are the benefits?"

"If you don't understand, you won't be sad about it. It's so good to be carefree."

Lu Sui nodded and continued, "So, when I said you're stupid, did you understand?"