Chapter 254 - 138: Su Ran, Who Do You Like the Most?

Chapter 254: Chapter 138: Su Ran, Who Do You Like the Most?

At first, he thought the profile picture was fake, but later he was sure it had to be real.

The voice in the messages sounded just like hers, and the person on the other end would occasionally send short, self-recorded videos. And who was in those videos if not Reba herself?

Holy shit, this guy was the real deal.

And the most incredible part was that this seemingly ordinary young man appeared to know her very well. Whatever he said, the huge celebrity would agree to. The passenger guessed that maybe the two of them had already...

Moreover, this young man wasn’t just chatting with Reba. He was skillfully switching between chat windows, juggling conversations with several other girls—all of them gorgeous. This was fucking infuriating. The passenger really wanted to punch him to death. ’I’ve been single for thirty years without a single girlfriend. So all the good ones have been snatched up by these rich kids, huh?’

’He had their entire beautiful youth all to himself.’

’Damn him.’

...

Late at night.

Shanghai.

In a certain residential complex.

Through the sliding glass doors of the balcony, a pair of eyes glared with an intensity that said, "You owed me five million in a past life, and you’re here to collect." The death stare was fixed on her daughter, Xiao Wanqing, who was curled up on the sofa. She was picking at her fruit, being fussy, and giggling like an idiot at her phone.

Mrs. Xiao’s hands clenched.

In reality, there was no deep-seated hatred between them. She just found her daughter "annoying to look at."

The first day of winter break, Mrs. Xiao was incredibly doting. It was all, "Shh, don’t wake our daughter," and making her a nice breakfast.

By the third day: "Wanqing, time for breakfast. Still sleeping? Well, remember to drink your milk when you get up. Mom’s heading to work."

A week into the break: "Xiao Wanqing, have I been too easy on you? Get your ass up right now! You just lie around all day like a pig! Get up! If you don’t get up, you can get the hell out!"

The good old days of the vacation lasted a mere six days—not even a full week.

After that, it was a downward spiral. The more she looked at her daughter, the more annoyed she got. Anything Xiao Wanqing did was wrong. Even being picky with her fruit was a crime. Anything could set off the tigress.

As for Xiao Wanqing, she couldn’t care less how her mom scolded her. She just pretended not to hear it. If she were to fight back, the only one getting kicked out of the house would be her dad.

That’s right. The one who always got hurt was Mr. Xiao.

"Cough, cough!"

Just then, Mrs. Xiao started acting up again. After she coughed twice, Mr. Xiao, who was sitting next to her listening to an audiobook, turned up the volume on his Himalaya app slightly. [Speaking of which, Xu Qi’an felt no one was more beautiful than the aunt. The aunt was the sort of voluptuous, stunning woman who also carried the dignified air of a respectable lady. The women in the brothels were too frivolous, their worldly aura too strong...]

Hearing the jarring, smutty-sounding novel and seeing the lecherous, daydreaming expression on Mr. Xiao’s face, Mrs. Xiao exploded. "Xiao Feng, you’re a grown man, and you’re still listening to this smut all day! Have you no shame!"

Mr. Xiao shot back, "What are you talking about, Li Lv’e? How is this smut? This is a damn Xianxia mystery novel! It’s fine if you don’t get it, but don’t you dare attack my character."

Mrs. Xiao retorted, "’...the aunt is more beautiful,’ ’a voluptuous, stunning woman’... Is that what Xianxia novels are like? Huh!"

"You’re menopausal. Impossible to reason with." Mr. Xiao stood up and went back to his room to ’enjoy his brothel music,’ not bothering to stoop to her level.

In the living room.

On the sofa.

Xiao Wanqing saw things were taking a bad turn. Based on experience, she knew the crosshairs would be on her next. She put down her fruit, stood up, and started putting on her shoes, ready to make a break for her room.

"Stay right there!"

Mrs. Xiao strode in from the balcony and pointed at the half-eaten apple. "Have you ever earned a single penny? You live off me, use my things, and you still don’t know the value of money, do you? Don’t apples cost money?"

"Mom, I was wrong. I’ll finish it right now."

"Xiao Wanqing, you really have no sense of frugality, do you? Blah, blah, blah..."

’It was like listening to the Tang Monk chant his sutras all over again,’ Xiao Wanqing thought.

"What, are you getting annoyed now? Is that it? That’s right! Both you and your father think I talk too much, that I’m bothering you."

Ugh!

Xiao Wanqing was going insane. It was always the same script: first, she’d chew out both of them, and then she’d play the victim, acting as if she were the one being bullied by her husband and daughter.

’Is this what menopause is like?’

Xiao Wanqing didn’t dare to argue back, so she just kept admitting fault. "You’re right, Mom. It’s my fault. We’re the thoughtless ones. You’re right about everything."

"Well, it *is* you and your father’s fault. It’s always..."

"..."

"Mom, you sit down. You rest. I’ll go take out the trash for you."

Xiao Wanqing gently pushed her mom down to sit on the sofa, gathered the trash from every room, and headed downstairs. The moment the door closed behind her, the world fell silent.

’My mind’s gone numb.’

’A typical Shanghai woman.’

Xiao Wanqing swore to herself that she could never become that kind of typical Shanghai woman. If she nagged Su Ran like that, he’d probably dump her on the spot. Even if he didn’t, he’d stop looking for her and just spend all his time cuddled up with Jinyu.

She pressed the elevator button and waited a moment. The doors opened, and she stepped inside, leaning against the corner and staring at her phone to pass the time. A few neighbors got in, and naturally, some of them let their gazes linger on the beautiful young woman for an extra second or two.

Beautiful things are always a pleasant sight.

DING~

The elevator doors opened.

Xiao Wanqing stepped out and tossed the garbage into the bin by the building’s entrance.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

A WeChat message from Mr. Xiao: [Wanqing, come back quick! Your mom’s really gone full-on menopausal. Now that you’re gone, she’s standing by the bed and nagging my ear off.]

Xiao Wanqing: [(Laughing behind hand emoji) Just try to be understanding. She’s your wife, you have to pamper her a little.]

Mr. Xiao: [I really want to make her *feel the pain* a little! Seriously, does she have nothing better to do all day? If we made her go out and pedal a tricycle for a living, I bet her menopause and all her other "psychological issues" would be cured in less than two days.]

Xiao Wanqing: [Stop complaining. I’m going to buy some late-night snacks, I’ll bring some back for you. Hurry up and get Mom to sleep, otherwise she’ll definitely flip out if she finds out we’re eating.]