CHAPTER 955: CHAPTER 642: ALL THE SAME

The way things developed really went beyond everyone’s expectations, but ultimately, it’s a good thing. Regardless of how much truth or falsehood there is in what Wang Meifeng said, there’s no need to doubt it now. After spending some time, the answer will naturally reveal itself.

Especially for Zhao Qihui, this is her favorite kind of outcome. Studying alone was too dull; having someone to accompany her really beats sulking in solitude.

Afterwards, Zhao Qihui and Wang Meifeng had a lively conversation, leaving Chuxia and Luo Xiaoqiong completely out of it. Just in time, Eldest maternal aunt Li Aiyuan and Zhao Yulan, Fat Auntie, started preparing lunch, so Chuxia and Luo Xiaoqiong took the opportunity to leave and help.

According to the usual custom, dumplings are a must for this meal. Zhao Yulan and Zhao Yuying were responsible for making the dough and stuffing, along with teaching two novices to wrap dumplings. Li Aiyuan and Fat Auntie were busy cutting, preparing, and cooking the dishes.

Near lunchtime, Eldest uncle Wang Xingui and Wang Meifeng’s younger brother Wang Jinsong also arrived. Chuxia joked with the father and son, "Eldest uncle, Jinsong, did you guys time it perfectly for the meal?"

Wang Xingui explained, blushing, "No, no, we first visited a relative at Jinsong’s aunt’s house, then hurried over."

Wang Jinsong, three years younger than Chuxia, had a little fuzzy mustache and was at the age where he got shy around girls. He was hanging his head, blushing to the ears, not daring to look at Chuxia and Luo Xiaoqiong.

Chuxia teased him with a smile, "Jinsong, why aren’t you calling me sis?"

"Sis." Wang Jinsong mumbled out a vague "sis" from his throat.

Luo Xiaoqiong deliberately teased him, "There’s another one you missed."

"Sis."

This "sis" was even more muffled than the last, and his face turned a deep reddish-purple.

"Who can hear you when you speak so softly?" Zhao Yuying reached out to ruffle her son’s hair and smiled apologetically at Fat Auntie, "He’s like a little monk in a small temple, not able to handle himself in public."

Fat Auntie quickly added, "Sister, my eldest boy was also a shy kid at Jinsong’s age. He wasn’t as bold as Jinsong is now. Just give it a couple of years..."

Luo Xiaoqiong quickly chimed in, "That’s right, if my brother teased him like this, he would have been annoyed ages ago."

"Oh, so you know that, huh?" Fat Auntie glared at her, "You know boys at this age are like this, yet you still deliberately make things hard for him?"

Luo Xiaoqiong giggled, "Mom, I’m helping him build his confidence. Otherwise, how will he manage to find a girlfriend if he stays this shy?"

Fat Auntie, exasperated, glared at her again and turned to Li Aiyuan, "Sister-in-law, please be patient with this girl in the future. We’ve spoiled her, her father and I, to be so uninhibited in her speech."

Li Aiyuan laughed cheerfully, "I actually love Xiaoqiong’s personality. She’s straightforward—such kids don’t harbor bad intentions and are easy to get along with."

Luo Xiaoqiong arrogantly raised her eyebrows, "Mom, did you hear that?"

Fat Auntie looked helpless, "See, see, just look at that cheeky demeanor. Say she’s fat, and she really believes it."

By now, Wang Xingui had already taken Wang Jinsong into the east room. It was Wang Xingui’s first time meeting Zhou Mikang and Lin Wenbin, so he was so nervous he stumbled over his words, whereas Wang Jinsong, though responding to questions one by one, wasn’t tongue-tied like his dad.

The adults had their meal in one room, the younger ones in another, with Zhou Mikang and Lin Wenbin joining the younger group.

Luo Xiaoqiong nudged Chuxia quietly, speaking in a low voice, "Here comes the touchstone to verify if what Wang Meifeng said is true or false."

"You’re underestimating her. We’ve tried all sorts of methods before. Whether she’s genuinely changed or not, at this point, she wouldn’t show her true colors that easily. Do you think she’s another Ye Meiru?"

Luo Xiaoqiong nodded, "True, there aren’t many with the shamelessness and idiocy of Ye Meiru."

Just as Chuxia predicted, during the meal Wang Meifeng was unusually silent, hardly speaking at all. Instead, it was her brother Wang Jinsong, who, after initially being silent, began asking Zhou Mikang all sorts of questions, but still avoided looking at Chuxia and Luo Xiaoqiong, poor guy.

Lin Wenbin intentionally teased him, "Wang Jinsong, is your neck bothering you a little?"

"No, it isn’t," Wang Jinsong looked at Lin Wenbin, puzzled, "My neck feels fine."

"Then why do you keep tilting your head and not look up?"

Wang Jinsong’s face, which had returned to normal, turned beet red again as he stammered, "I... I find it more comfortable to listen to my brother-in-law like this."

"Oh, oh, oh..." Lin Wenbin nodded with a look of realization, "I thought you had a young age problem with your neck, those little issues are worth paying attention to, or else you’ll suffer when you’re older."

Wang Jinsong, being an earnest kid, quickly explained with a serious look, "Big Brother Lin, there’s really nothing wrong with my neck, I’m not lying to you."

Wang Meifeng glared at him, "Fool, Big Brother Lin is teasing you. Chuxia is your cousin, Xiaoqiong is your future cousin-in-law, why be so shy?"

Wang Jinsong hung his head without saying anything, clearly very embarrassed to have his feelings exposed.

"Hahaha..." Lin Wenbin cheerfully ruffled his hair, "Silly boy, I was like you at your age. Isn’t it true that seeing girls around your age, whether they’re relatives or not, makes you especially self-conscious?"

"Really?" Wang Jinsong quickly looked up at him, "Big Brother Lin, are you telling the truth?"

Lin Wenbin nodded, "Why would I lie to you? But in three to five years, you definitely won’t feel like this. When you see beautiful girls, you’ll wish to steal a few more glances." (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly passes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)