My girlfriend isn't as cute as me.

This is an open conspiracy.

Logically speaking, if Lin Jiu chose the phone, it would prove he had something to hide. Given his obvious fear of horror movies, choosing to watch a film just to get his phone back is definitely suspicious.

On the contrary, Lin Jiu had originally planned to let Wang Yuting see her phone, and had even set up fingerprint unlock for her.

No matter how you look at it, it's probably better to let her see your phone to avoid the option of watching a horror movie, right?

After all, Lin Jiu really can't handle horror movies; he can't keep up.

"I choose this one."

Lin Jiu retrieved her phone.

The TV remote was left in Wang Yuting's hands.

Yes.

Lin Jiu hesitated for a moment, but still chose the most difficult path.

Horror movies it is.

Lin Jiu was indeed afraid of this; he had never been able to handle such matters since he was a child.

Because of her exceptional memory, Lin Jiu could remember almost every movie she had ever seen, especially horror films. Sometimes, when organizing her memory bookshelf, she would be suddenly startled, unable to tear the memories off completely.

But he still chose to watch a horror movie with Wang Yuting.

Lin Jiu wanted to give her a surprise, so he even went to ask Wang Yuting's mother for advice, which came at a heavy price... If he were to back down now, wouldn't all of Lin Jiu's previous efforts have been in vain?

No, if I hold back, I'll only get angrier; if I back down, I'll only feel like I've lost out.

"I thought you were going to let me see your phone." Wang Yuting looked at Lin Jiu in surprise. "Are you really planning to do something bad behind my back? Tell me, who were you chatting with earlier?"

"I was talking to Mom... nothing, I didn't say anything."

Hey, is this Mom?

Although Wang Yuting was somewhat annoyed that her mother was questioning Lin Jiu, she was also pleased by how Lin Jiu addressed her mother, making her feel like they were family... Even though she kept emphasizing to Lin Jiu that this was his home and repeatedly reminded herself that she was Lin Jiu's future wife and they would become family sooner or later, she always felt that something was missing, that something was empty.

"Lin Jiu, grow up quickly."

Wang Yuting rested her head on Lin Jiu's shoulder, hugged his arm, and a somewhat lonely expression appeared on her face.

I can't stand these past four years for even a second longer. If only I could fast forward to my wedding tomorrow.

Wang Yuting muttered to herself, "I really want to fuck you hard."

"...Don't be so direct, I heard everything."

"I really want to fuck you hard!"

"Hey!"

Chapter 88 Thank you 4K

"Lin Jiu, are you going to school tomorrow?"

Ning Yueyao sent a message to Lin Jiu, and then held her phone, waiting for a reply.

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, half an hour passed... She was almost falling asleep waiting, but still didn't receive a reply.

"Are you kidding me...?"

Ning Yueyao placed her phone on the table, then collapsed onto her bed in a daze, sitting limply like a salted fish.

Regardless of gender, she always received a reply to her messages immediately. Because of this, Ning Yueyao unconsciously assumed it was normal and got used to it. However, with her low emotional intelligence, she never imagined that her classmates only valued her so much because they wanted to build a good relationship with her. As for someone who wasn't interested in her, she was naturally a lower priority.

"Ugh, so annoying..."

Ning Yueyao hugged her pillow and made a muffled sound. She raised her little fist and punched the large teddy bear next to the bed twice.

After punching her twice, Ning Yueyao tenderly stroked the teddy bear, a birthday gift her father had bought for her.

Although her father is usually busy with work and rarely at home, she knows that he is working hard for the family.

Her mother was in poor health and quit her job after giving birth to her. She usually stayed home to teach Ning Yueyao and occasionally went downstairs to buy groceries and cook. However, she could never tell the difference in the amount of seasoning, sometimes making the flavor too strong and sometimes too weak.

Ning's mother had tried tasting the food before, but she always felt it wasn't flavorful enough and kept adding more until it became inedible. From the surface, the dishes looked perfectly normal; only by tasting them could one understand what they were like.

Therefore, Ning Yueyao defined it as Schrödinger's home cooking.

Ning Yueyao was not dissatisfied with this; she was grateful to her mother and thought it was a good thing.

Three meals a day are a common occurrence for modern people, but Ning Yueyao experiences different surprises here every day. It feels like drawing cards, full of excitement. If they happen to eat a dish that tastes just right, the mother and daughter will be so happy that they will high-five each other, take a picture and send it to their father, jokingly saying that they missed such a delicious meal because he didn't come home.

As the head of the family, Ning Yuan would always express his regret whenever he saw such messages, and would also send some emojis.

Ning Yueyao originally thought that her father would be too busy with work to come back this time, but she did not expect that... after learning that his daughter had been attacked by thugs, Ning Yuan rushed home overnight, and even sped back, and was fined 100 yuan and given a warning by the traffic police.

When Ning Yuan got home, he cautiously knocked on his daughter's door but didn't open it immediately. It was already quite late, and he wasn't sure if she was asleep. Besides, she wasn't young anymore; he couldn't treat her like a child.

Ning Yuan stood at the door for a while, but heard no response. He figured his daughter was asleep. He didn't want to wake her; it was difficult for her to fall asleep after something like this, and if he woke her up, she might not be able to sleep later.

Therefore, Ning Yuan confirmed his daughter's safety with Officer Gao, who was staying at his home.

Officer Gao was working late into the night writing a report. She handed the contents of her report to Ning Yuan, since Ning Yuan was her superior... her superior.

Upon learning that his daughter was unharmed and that the assailant had been apprehended by the police immediately after the attack, Ning Yuan once again expressed his gratitude to Officer Gao. Although Officer Gao had known Ning Yuan's family for a long time, there were some things that needed to be said, otherwise, it would be disheartening.

Ning Yuan didn't sleep that night. He sat in the living room smoking, the air thick with smoke. Ning Yueyao, who had come out of her room to go to the bathroom, saw her father sitting there, his eyes terrifying. There was a file box on the table, its contents unknown.

The next morning, Ning Yuan went to the police station and didn't return home until the afternoon. Once home, Ning Yuan's complexion improved considerably. He told his daughter that everything was alright, the police had arrested the bad guys, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

Ning Yueyao always felt that her father hadn't finished speaking, but she also understood that those were things she couldn't control.

She has adults at home, so they can handle it.

Ningyuan has taken a few days off and plans to spend some quality time with her family at home.

With so many things happening at home, and his daughter almost being bullied, he needs some time to calm down.

"Your classmate, the girl who was with you back then, invite her over sometime. I'll cook a few dishes for you to try. Let me tell you, back in the mess hall, my cooking was so good that so many people called me Brother Ning. If other people didn't cook well, they'd dare to curse our squad leader, but it was no use. Our squad leader would always just tell them to eat it or leave it. Back then, my cooking was the best..." Ning Yuan said to Ning Yueyao with a smile. He always smiled when he talked about these old stories.

The period of his life spent in the army was very important to Ning Yuan. He would occasionally get together with a few comrades-in-arms, have a drink, and watch a ball game.

Ning Yueyao simply nodded after hearing this, without saying anything more.

There wasn't even a reply to the message; whether the person even wants to come is another matter entirely.

"Don't go too far with just Lin Jiu!"

Ning Yueyao complained, then rolled around on the bed hugging her teddy bear twice before kicking the table leg.

"!!!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" the girl cried, clutching her foot, tears welling up in her eyes.

It's all Lin Jiu's fault! Who told him not to reply to my messages!

Fine, if I don't want to reply, I don't want to reply!

I'm not going to pay any more attention to her!

"Ding."

The phone emitted a notification sound from a chat application.

Ning Yueyao sprang to her feet, grabbed her phone from the table, and plopped back down on the bed.

If she were normally this agile, she wouldn't have failed the 50-meter dash so many times.

"...It's you, Huang Minmin."

Looking at her best friend's chat messages, Ning Yueyao suddenly lost all desire to reply and just wanted to lie in bed and continue being a couch potato.

The messages Huang Minmin sent were all her treasured collections: photos of tall, handsome men, and swimsuit pictures of male models.

From a male perspective, sharing photos of beautiful women with a close friend when they are unwell, sincerely hoping that the friend will recover quickly, is the kind of friendship that can last a lifetime.

Unfortunately, Ning Yueyao wasn't interested in tall, handsome men like him.

Compared to these muscular, tall men, she preferred a guy who wasn't particularly tall, slightly shorter than her... well, that guy was about a head shorter than her, just reaching her shoulder. Although he wasn't very tall, his slender frame looked like it could break at any moment, making one wonder if he hadn't eaten properly in years. But he was brave; when faced with situations that terrified someone and left them unsure what to do, he was always the first to step forward—that was true handsomeness and style.

A faint smile appeared on Ning Yueyao's lips as she recalled the figure of that boy standing in front of her.

In comparison, the boys in these photos are nothing more than good-looking but empty shells.

Ning Yueyao replied on the chat app: "It's so ugly."

"Where are they ugly?! Where are my husbands ugly?!"

"I was just trying to be helpful by sharing men with you, and you dare say something like that!"

"Come out and take your beating! You dare to insult my husband? You dare to open the door!"

Huang Minmin replies to messages incredibly fast, almost nonstop. If only she were this diligent when doing her homework.

However, Ning Yueyao didn't plan to reply to Huang Minmin. Teasing her friend occasionally made her feel better.

I'm so angry, I need to find someone to calm me down.

"Time to eat, Yaoyao."

My mother's voice came from outside the room.

Because Ningyuan is resting, tonight's dinner was prepared by the two parents together in the kitchen.

With Ning Yuan around, Ning Yueyao's mother wouldn't make the mistake of adding too much or too little seasoning. After all, Ning Yuan's culinary skills weren't just boasting; he had real expertise. He had even considered opening a restaurant back in his hometown, but somehow he ended up getting promoted.

Incidentally, Officer Gao tactfully said that he had something to attend to at home and left so as not to disturb Ning Yueyao's family's long-awaited reunion.

"I know! I'm coming right now!"

Ning Yueyao called out, and just as she was about to put down her phone, it vibrated. She turned around and, thinking it was Huang Minmin posting pictures of high-quality men again, she was surprised to see a high-quality man himself.

"Ah."

Without a doubt, it was that man.

That man who always replies with just "um," "okay," or "oh"!

Ning Yueyao waited for almost an hour. During this time, she couldn't concentrate on reading or rest properly, all because of this one word.

does it worth?

Isn't it worth it?