My girlfriend isn't as cute as me.

Ning Yueyao's face was gloomy, and she quickened her pace, jogging towards the school.

Lin Jiu didn't know what he had done to upset her, but he was a simple-minded person and never knew how to coax women.

Well, except for Wang Yuting.

Let the others do whatever they want.

Lin Jiu isn't a central air conditioning system; it doesn't provide heating wherever it's needed.

He only needs to warm one person, and that person will reciprocate with their warmth, so neither of them needs to fear the cold night.

Upon returning to school, Lin Jiu was unsurprisingly surrounded by onlookers once again.

If Lin Jiu received so much attention last time because he was previously an invisible figure—his hair was disheveled and covered his eyes, he was short and inconspicuous, and he didn't even participate in the first class activity, completely lacking presence—then after just one weekend, he transformed, seemingly radiating light, so beautiful that people couldn't help but take a second look. This time, however, the main reason he's receiving so much attention is because he's been absent for so many days.

Besides the Tower of Babel, another rumor about Lin Jiu is that a beautiful older sister once appeared by his side.

When Wang Yuting picked up Lin Jiu, some students in the class were late and happened to see Lin Jiu leaving with the older girl.

According to what that classmate said in class, the older sister next to Lin Jiu was incredibly beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven. Standing together, he didn't dare approach Lin Jiu to say hello, afraid that if he went over, he would just become a backdrop highlighting their beauty.

When Lin Jiu returned to his seat, all he wanted to do was go home.

so tired.

He preferred being with Wang Yuting to being in crowded places.

I should stick to reading.

Reading makes me happy.

Lin Jiu pulled out his textbooks from the drawer. He usually kept his books at school and never brought them home.

His backpack was already stuffed with all sorts of random things, including a rubber duck, so if he put textbooks in it, he wouldn't have room for anything else.

"For the sake of the book cost."

Lin Jiu slowly flipped through the textbooks. The thought that he had paid for these books made it easier to read them, no matter how boring they were.

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Mingyuexuan, Wang Yuting's home.

Wang Yuting obediently listened to Lin Jiu and went to take a nap, but she found that she couldn't fall asleep.

I should have played the game a little longer.

Wang Yuting thought to herself, but surprisingly she was unwilling to get up, even though she could still play on the computer for about half an hour.

She lay on her side in bed, enjoying a long-awaited moment of peace. She didn't miss this feeling at all; instead, she felt very lonely.

Perhaps because she had been living such a happy life, Wang Yuting disliked this feeling of loneliness.

"Speaking of which..."

Wang Yuting murmured to herself, "Jiu'er has completely adapted to this place."

At first, Lin Jiu was somewhat wary, a very obvious wariness, and Wang Yuting could clearly feel that he was on guard against her.

If Wang Yuting hadn't opened up to him from the beginning, telling him her thoughts completely, Lin Jiu might have been even more wary of her, and running away under the cover of night wouldn't have been impossible. If Wang Yuting had told even one lie back then, their relationship wouldn't be like this now.

This is not a joke, it's for real.

At that time, Lin Jiu didn't trust anyone at all.

Even his blood relatives abandoned him, so who could he trust?

If it weren't for a series of coincidences, Lin Jiu would have been unconscious on the street, and Wang Yuting would have happened to be lusting after him...

"I'm so glad I met you."

Wang Yuting hugged the pillow Lin Jiu had slept on last night, buried her head in it, and smelled Lin Jiu's scent.

Damn it, Lin Jiu is so well-behaved when she sleeps! She never drools, and Wang Yuting can only smell the shampoo!

"Oh well, it's not a loss!"

Wang Yuting thought for a moment and thought, "It's good enough that I can smell the aroma, how dare I be picky?"

She hugged her pillow tightly and rolled around on the bed twice, as if Lin Jiu were in her arms.

Wang Yuting now feels that Lin Jiu's presence in her life is a matter of course, even though the two have only known each other for six days, not even a week.

Despite this, the distance between them felt as if they had known each other for a long time, probably because Wang Yuting had stalked Lin Jiu for a year. She didn't show any awkwardness about it, and Lin Jiu was gradually moved by her enthusiasm and attracted to her.

"I can't wait for it to be time to get off work."

Even before she went to work, Wang Yuting was already thinking about leaving get off work.

Just then, Wang Yuting's phone rang.

Wang Yuting initially thought it was Lin Jiu calling her, and happily picked up the phone.

She unlocked her screen saver and saw that it was a message from her mother, which instantly killed her interest.

When Wang Yuting opened the chat software, her expression changed slightly.

"Look, look! What did I find at the concert?"

Such a cheerful tone definitely belongs to Wang Yuting's mother.

What surprised Wang Yuting wasn't that she was so cheerful at her age, but rather...

Wang Yuting saw a photo.

The woman in the photo is extremely beautiful.

Wang Yuting shows no signs of aging, and it's even more surprising that she is a remarried woman who has given birth.

Most importantly, this person looks a lot like Lin Jiu, a lot like...

Chapter Ninety-Four: Lin Jiu's Mother (4K)

Xia Mei.

A once wildly popular singer.

Many people have very extreme opinions about her. Some believe that singing badly is a cardinal sin, and that being beautiful is useless. Others believe that loving music is neither right nor wrong, and having that passion is more important than anything else—especially since she is genuinely very beautiful.

Xia Mei loves music and is proficient in various instruments, but she just can't sing in tune. Her students have achieved success in the Chinese music scene, but unfortunately, she herself can't sing well, leading to much criticism of her.

The cost of harming someone online is almost zero. Just a few shouts of abuse and pointing fingers from a moral high ground will attract a group of idle people who will follow suit and find pleasure in it.

You don't even need to pay.

They even saved on the cost of hiring online trolls.

As for what these people are after? It's all just for fun.

Twenty years ago, Xia Mei gradually faded from people's sight and stopped attending idol activities.

Back then, the internet wasn't as developed as it is now, and there wasn't much information about has-been celebrities; nobody cared. The media wouldn't pay much attention to someone who wasn't controversial. In this rapidly changing world, with big news every day, nobody cares about her.

Wang Yuting searched for Xia Mei's encyclopedia entry and found that the only information about her was that she had participated in some variety shows, held a concert in Hong Kong, participated in some music festivals, received some achievement awards and art honor awards, and taught some disciples... Because Wang Yuting was not interested in celebrities, she had no impression of those people's names, and it was not something she cared about.

She scrolled down, and kept scrolling down, but she couldn't find what she was looking for.

There was no news about Xia Mei's marriage, nor about anything that had happened to her over the past twenty years.

Nothing at all.

It's too clean, which makes people wonder if the information has been modified.

Fortunately, the encyclopedia entry allows you to view the editing history, but Wang Yuting discovered that the last time she edited the entry was eight years ago.

Eight years ago, Lin Jiu was probably around ten years old, right?

This person really looks like Lin Jiu...

Wang Yuting searched for photos of Xia Mei, and no matter how she looked at them, she felt that Xia Mei and Lin Jiu looked very similar. To give an example, it was as if Lin Jiu, after making up, had grown up to be about ten years older and looked particularly elegant.

"Will Jiu'er grow up to look like this? She's so pretty."

Wang Yuting exited the browser and returned to her phone's home screen, where she had already set her wallpaper to a photo she had taken yesterday.

She compared the photo her mother sent her with the photo of Lin Jiu with makeup on yesterday, and the more she looked at it, the more similar they seemed.

It was at this moment that Wang Yuting remembered something.

"I have no home."

On that cold, rainy night, Wang Yuting held an umbrella, intending to walk Lin Jiu home and secretly write down his address, but instead heard Lin Jiu's calm reply. It was hard to imagine what he was feeling when he said those words, as if he were talking about something utterly ordinary.

Wang Yuting had heard Lin Jiu talk about his father, but she didn't know that Lin Jiu also had a mother.

Lin Jiu's father was bad enough, but what about his mother?

Could things get even worse?

"..."

Wang Yuting slowly lowered her eyes, intending to tell her mother not to meddle in other people's business.

Lin Jiu has never talked about his mother, which shows that he doesn't want to talk about it.

Wang Yuting wouldn't pry into things Lin Jiu didn't want to talk about.

not to mention……

Lin Jiu is not without a mother now.

My mom is Lin Jiu's mom! My dad is Lin Jiu's dad! Lin Jiu isn't an unwanted child!

Others may not care, but I do! I'm too busy spoiling him!

Wang Yuting thought to herself, and then she felt relieved.

To her surprise, Mo Xiao replied to the message very quickly.

Wang Yuting's expression changed instantly upon seeing this, her face turning dark.

That's a photo of Mo Xiao and Xia Mei.

She underestimated her mother.

Wang Yuting thought about it. Mo Xiao was never a patient person; he always did whatever came to mind. He had exceptional execution skills, the kind of person who could be sunbathing one second and booking a plane ticket to Antarctica to see penguins the next.