The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Xia Qing's statement, seemingly casual, actually contains a lot of information.

Ye Shu subconsciously wanted to explain, but the words caught in her throat.

"Ah? No, Sister Xia Qing, I..."

He glanced across at Han Yang, who had his mouth slightly open, clearly stunned by the opening remarks.

Although Song Yunyun maintained a smile on her face, the curiosity and gossip in her eyes were almost overflowing.

Regardless of Xia Qing's motives for saying this, the effect was immediate and positive.

At this moment, Song Yunyun gently put down her water glass, looked at Ye Shu, and asked:

"Ye Shu, back in school, didn't you say you were an only child? When...did you get an older sister?"

"No, this..."

"Not by blood."

Ye Shugang had just opened his mouth and was organizing his thoughts when Xia Qing took over the conversation.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Ye Shu's neck again, pulling his head under her arm with a little force. With her other hand, she ruffled his once neat hair, making it all frizzy.

"It's my godmother."

Xia Qing met Song Yunyun's gaze and repeated it again, her hands still kneading it, as if she were showing off something that belonged to her and could be treated as she pleased.

Ye Shu was held tightly by her, forced to bend over. He tried to break free, but found that Xia Qing's arms were holding on tightly and he couldn't move them at all. He could only mumble two "uhs".

"Oh... my godmother."

Song Yunyun nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on Xia Qing's face. Suddenly, she leaned forward slightly and let out a soft gasp:

"Ah! I remember now!"

She looked at Xia Qing with a feeling of "solving the case":

"We did meet, back in my hometown! It was at a big shopping mall, you were dragging your suitcase to find Ye Shu, and you even said you two were together..."

Song Yunyun suddenly stopped talking at this point, and then looked at Ye Shu, who was being held in Xia Qing's arms, with a subtle and awkward expression on her face.

"The one you see isn't me, it's my sister. We're twins."

Xia Qing sat opposite her and began to explain. She was too lazy to tell the truth and there was no need to waste her breath. It would be better to use a reason that would be more acceptable to people.

"oh!"

Song Yunyun nodded, clearly accepting the explanation completely. Twins, that makes sense now; otherwise, how could they look so alike, yet have such different styles?

Seeing Song Yunyun's "I see" expression, Ye Shu smiled helplessly, thinking to himself:

Young man, you are still young. These are all the paths I have walked.

Xia Qing seemed very interested in what Song Yunyun hadn't finished saying, and she looked at Song Yunyun and asked:

"At that time, my... sister, what did she say?"

This question made Song Yunyun's expression freeze slightly. She glanced at Ye Shu, who was being half-embraced by Xia Qing and quietly fixing her hair, and her lips moved as she spoke with some difficulty:

"She...she said..."

Song Yunyun did feel a little embarrassed, after all, those words were quite shocking to her.

"She said... she and Ye Shu... slept together..."

"Well!"

The moment the last two words were uttered, Ye Shu suddenly let out a muffled groan.

Xia Qing's arms, which had loosened slightly, tightened abruptly the moment she heard the words "slept with," and she strangled Ye Shu's neck tightly.

"Cough! Xia, Xia Qing... neck... relax, let go..."

Ye Shu's face flushed red instantly. She grabbed Xia Qing's arm with both hands, kicked her feet under the table, and her eyes started to roll back.

Xia Qing lowered her head, the polite smile on her face vanishing completely, replaced by a chilling coldness. She narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at Ye Shu struggling under her arm, and asked, word by word:

"When did you and Xiao Nuan sleep together? How come I didn't know?"

"No...no...cough! It's a misunderstanding! That's not what you mean!"

This was the closest Ye Shu had ever felt to death; his survival instinct sent his adrenaline soaring—though this was, of course, an exaggerated reflection of his own thoughts.

Seeing Ye Shu struggling, Xia Qing loosened her grip.

Ye Shu sat up, coughed for a long time, and then gasped for breath, rubbing his neck as he explained:

"Cough cough cough... Sister Xia Qing, it's not what you think."

Xia Qing didn't speak, but her eyes were fixed intently on Ye Shu's, waiting for his explanation. Ye Shu understood; her eyes said one thing: You'd better have a reason that makes me believe you, otherwise...

Ye Shu finally caught her breath and, ignoring Han Yang and Song Yunyun opposite her, explained at 1.25x speed:

"No, Xia Qing, calm down. It was that day, the day of the thunder, that Xiao Xue was scared and slept in my room. You were in my room the next morning too, and you even scolded me for it, don't you remember?"

As she listened to Ye Shu's explanation, the frost on Xia Qing's face slowly melted away, revealing a slight blush of embarrassment beneath the surface.

She did know about this; so when Xiao Nuan told Song Yunyun that they "slept together," she was referring to this incident. That loose-lipped girl!

Xia Qing's crisis was over, but her words just now left the two people on the other side dumbfounded.

"Xiaoxue", "Xiaonuan", "We slept together", "You were there the next morning"...

There are more experts?!

Who is this Xiaoxue?

Do the three of them live with Ye Shu?

And even this charismatic "older sister" in front of him...

After hearing what they had just heard, Han Yang and Song Yunyun exchanged a glance.

They all wondered if they had misheard, and if Ye Shu had actually said something different.

But when Han Yang's blank expression, as if he had heard something he shouldn't have, met Song Yunyun's completely frozen smile, the two of them realized that... they hadn't misheard.

"My buddy... he's really made it big, now he's..."

Han Yang thought to himself.

"Ye Shu seemed quite well-behaved when she was in school, how come she's like this now... sigh."

Song Yunyun thought to herself.

The two exchanged another glance, and this time, they both lowered their heads in perfect unison, looking at the open notebook on the table.

Don't ask.

Don't look.

Never mind.

These are the three words that came to mind for the two of them.

Song Yunyun cleared her throat, pointed to a line of text on the notebook, and said:

"Um... Han Yang, look at what we just discussed, the entry point for the first batch of video content..."

Han Yang quickly responded:

"Yes! Yes! I think... I think either is fine! Teacher Song, whichever you say is good, I'll take it, and I'll buy the equipment to shoot videos later."

On this side of the table, another lively "Apple Marketing Strategy Seminar" was held. The main participants were very enthusiastic and shared their thoughts and opinions on Apple's marketing.

On the other side of the table, although they were not attending the seminar, they were equally "enthusiastic".

Ye Shugang caught his breath, his face flushed with excitement.

Xia Qing had already withdrawn her hand, realizing her mistake and knowing she had acted too impulsively. She was absentmindedly wiping her hands with a tissue, but her face was still slightly flushed, a mixture of shyness and fervent passion.

Ye Shu picked up his glass, took a swig of cold beer, and said dryly:

"Um... the meat is almost burnt, Sister Xia Qing, let me grill some more for you."

Xia Qing paused in wiping her hands, didn't look at him, but simply nodded, giving a response that conveyed the message, "This is over, let's not bring it up again."

"Make it a little undercooked for me."