You're already divorced, why are you so anxious about him becoming a succubus?

"Tick-tock"

Large raindrops began to fall without warning, leaving marks on the dry asphalt road.

Immediately afterwards, a torrential downpour began.

"Damn it!" Lu Ci cursed under his breath, picked up his suitcase and rushed towards a bus stop sign on the side of the road.

The roof of the bus stop could barely shield the sudden downpour.

Lu Ci patted the water droplets off his shoulder, took out a box of Huanghelou cigarettes that he had casually bought at the convenience store for fifteen yuan from his pocket, took one out, bit it and lit it.

Looking at the traffic jams caused by the heavy rain on the road, and the luxury cars speeding by splashing high water, Lu Ci's mood was surprisingly calm.

Although I was dirt poor, the suffocating feeling that had been weighing on my heart for so long was finally washed away completely by this heavy rain.

Relaxed, more relaxed than ever before.

Just as he was deciding whether to use the three thousand yuan to rent a basement or simply find an internet cafe to spend the night in, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

Lu Ci took out his phone, and two words appeared on the screen: "Shen Nian".

Looking at the name, Lu Ci's fingers holding the cigarette paused slightly.

Shen Nian is Shen Man's half-sister, and also his nominal sister-in-law.

Whenever Lu Ci thinks of this girl, he can't help but feel a pang of pity.

She was born out of wedlock; her biological mother died of stomach cancer when she was eight years old.

On the hospital bed, the unfortunate woman held Shen Fu's hand and asked him to take good care of the child. Later, the helpless little girl was taken back to the Shen family.

One can imagine the chaotic scene that would unfold if an illegitimate daughter were suddenly brought back to a wealthy family mansion where the legal wife and children of marriage were in charge.

The Shen family members at that time were so ashen-faced they could drip ink.

Shen Man's mother even smashed a priceless tea set.

From the age of eight to eighteen, Shen Nian lived like a transparent wisp of air in that family.

She always kept her head down and lived a life of constant caution.

That deep-seated inferiority complex and inner conflict gradually turned her into a somewhat introverted, even socially anxious girl.

Later, Shen Nian was admitted to Jiangcheng University, and immediately found an excuse to move out of the Shen family. Only during holidays or unavoidable family gatherings would she go back for a few days like a frightened rabbit.

In this cold and indifferent home, if there was anyone who could make Shen Nian feel a touch of humanity, it was Lu Ci.

Perhaps because both of them were "outsiders" in this family, marginalized figures who were not valued, Lu Ci always unconsciously took extra care of his quiet and timid sister-in-law.

When the Shen family ignored her, Lu Ci would cut fruit for her. When she couldn't get a word in edgewise at family gatherings and could only eat plain rice, Lu Ci would quietly turn her favorite dishes in front of her.

During holidays, Lu Ci would drive to Jiangda University to pick her up and take her back to the Shen family together.

If you do the math, today is Friday.

Lu Ci gently exhaled a smoke ring and swiped to answer the call: "Hello, Niannian."

"Brother-in-law..." came an extremely gentle female voice from the other end of the phone.

The background music also included the patter of rain and soft pop music.

"What's wrong?" Lu Ci's voice softened unconsciously.

"I...I'm at your bubble tea shop right now."

"I didn't have class this afternoon. My family said they're having a family gathering on Sunday, so I was thinking of coming to the store to see you and help out a bit, and then we could go home together tonight. But the staff said you haven't come all day..."

She paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, before finally asking softly, "It suddenly started raining heavily outside, and the weather forecast says it'll rain all night... Are you still going home today?"

Hearing the voice on the phone, Lu Ci fell silent for a moment.

She was unaware that she had already divorced her sister.

The car? The Audi he usually drives is also registered under Shen Man's name, and he even left the car keys in that house.

"Brother-in-law?" Seeing that Lu Ci hadn't spoken for a while, Shen Nian quickly explained, "If... if you're busy today, I can just take a taxi myself..."

This deeply ingrained, stubborn personality trait of "being afraid of causing trouble for others" made Lu Ci sigh helplessly.

He looked at the torrential rain, then at his tattered suitcase beside him. Anyway, he was a homeless vagrant, so what difference did it make where he went?

"It's not inconvenient at all." Lu Ci stubbed out his cigarette and said in a relaxed tone, "I just took care of something and I'm outside now. It's raining too hard, so just sit here and don't move. Order a milk tea and I'll come find you in a bit."

"Okay... I'll wait for you." The voice on the other end of the phone was noticeably cheerful, as if it had breathed a sigh of relief.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Ci hailed a taxi that had just dropped off a passenger, stuffed his suitcase into the trunk, and gave the name of Jiangcheng University.

……

Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of the commercial street at the south gate of Jiangcheng University.

Holding a transparent umbrella he had just bought at a roadside convenience store, Lu Ci dragged his suitcase, waded through the puddles, and walked familiarly toward the street corner.

This is not only the best university in Jiangcheng, but also Lu Ci's alma mater.

Walking down this familiar street, listening to the laughter and chatter of the students around him, Lu Ci felt as if he were in another world.

On the street corner, a milk tea shop called "Banxia" is lit up with a warm yellow light.

To be fair, this milk tea shop has an excellent location.

It is located at the intersection of the main road of the commercial street. To the left is the largest student dormitory area of ​​Jiangnan University, and to the right, the main library is 800 meters away.

These prime storefronts attract an astonishing amount of student traffic every day.

For contemporary college students, a cup of milk tea costing fifteen to twenty yuan is simply a necessity to keep them going.

As long as the taste isn't too bad, with a little marketing and promotion, this kind of shop can definitely be a money-making machine.

Lu Ci has been working hard to manage things over the years and has indeed achieved this, but in Shen Man's eyes, this amount of money is still not respectable.

Lu Ci walked to the store entrance and, through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, immediately saw Shen Nian sitting inside.

For a moment, he even paused in the act of closing his umbrella.

Shen Nian chose a high stool by the window, with a strawberry shaved ice in front of her.

She was looking down, fiddling with a straw in her hand, her quiet, slightly melancholic appearance resembling a classical lady in a painting.

However, her figure contrasts sharply and strikingly with her quiet and even timid temperament.

Because of the rain and the drop in temperature today, Shen Nian wore a very simple pure white ribbed knit tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt.

This type of clothing is very form-fitting, not only perfectly outlining her slender waist, but also revealing her amazing, even proud, full curves without reservation.

Even though she was slightly hunched over and looking down, her proud figure still stretched the pure white knitted fabric taut, exuding an extreme allure that was both youthful and mature.

Because she had just been caught in a light drizzle, her collar was slightly damp.

Looking along the edge of her neckline, the skin on her neck and collarbone was almost dazzlingly white under the warm lights in the store. It was a flawless, snow-white color, like the finest mutton fat jade.

For her lower body, she paired it with a light blue denim pencil skirt.

She sat on one of those high bar stools, a posture that pulled the fabric of her denim skirt backward.

In that instant, the astonishing, exaggerated curve of her buttocks, resembling a ripe peach, was tightly wrapped in the denim skirt, almost bursting the back of the skirt.

The round, perky curves and slender waist created an amazing waist-to-hip ratio, making the small bar stool look particularly cramped.

Beneath the hem of her skirt, two straight, slender, and dazzlingly white legs dangled gently in mid-air, adorned with clean white canvas shoes. The toes of the shoes bobbed unconsciously in the air, exuding a touch of girlish cuteness.