Chapter 2848 - 1767: To Wear the Crown, You Must Bear Its Weight (Second Update)

Chapter 2848: Chapter 1767: To Wear the Crown, You Must Bear Its Weight (Second Update)

No wonder the sister-in-law is so calm and composed.

She’s clearly waiting for someone.

Hong Xiaoyu realized this, while his heart pounded like a drum.

One is the perfect sister-in-law in his mind.

The other is the real, true sister-in-law.

Thinking of the scene that’s about to come, he couldn’t help but feel a tingle down his spine.

Second floor.

The table by the window offered a great view from a height, overlooking the street outside, but Hong Xiaoyu, who had finally secured a table, lost his appetite, discreetly seeking help from his girlfriend, who seemed oblivious to his pleading look.

Indeed.

You can’t always hope others will solve your problems.

No one is omnipotent.

"Sister Fang Qing is also coming to River City?"

Hong Xiaoyu forced a smile, hoping he just misheard earlier.

"Yes, I sent her the location, she should be here soon."

Hong Xiaoyu’s heart sunk, feeling like a fishbone was stuck in his throat, as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

"What’s wrong?"

Noticing his unease, Li Shuru asked with a smile, "Not happy to see Sister Fang Qing?"

"How could I not be."

Hong Xiaoyu quickly denied, stammered, "I’m just, so happy."

Duan Xueying silently poured tea.

"Really."

Li Shuru leisurely examined Hong Xiaoyu until he felt embarrassed, then said, "I feel like you’re not happy. You look like you’re about to cry."

Duan Xueying tried to suppress a smile, calmly said, "Sister Shurui, have some tea."

"Thank you."

"Ah... haha, why would I cry? Reunion with sister-in-law and Sister Fang Qing in River City is a great joy."

"Sincerely?"

Li Shuru’s eyes twinkled, creating an irresistible gaze.

"Of course... it’s sincere."

Hong Xiaoyu nodded, his gaze flitting outside, avoiding eye contact, "On such a fine day, we should drink some alcohol."

He masterfully switched the topic.

Li Shuru nodded agreeably, "Sure, in this weather, we should drink some alcohol."

"Liquor?"

Hong Xiaoyu caught on, but was still doubtful.

"Liquor."

Li Shuru confirmed directly.

A woman like this is truly enchanting.

"I have some in the car, I’ll get it."

Duan Xueying got up.

"I’ll go with you."

Hong Xiaoyu immediately said, "Sister-in-law, you relax here."

Li Shuru smiled and nodded.

The couple headed downstairs.

"It’s over."

Hong Xiaoyu was sweating, finally finding a chance to ask, "What should we do?"

"It’s fine."

Duan Xueying stayed calm.

Detached from the situation?

"Still fine?"

Alone with his girlfriend, Hong Xiaoyu spoke directly, "I have treated Sister Fang Qing like my own sister since childhood. In my heart, she has long been family. How should I handle this?"

"One’s a sister-in-law, one’s a sister, no conflict."

Duan Xueying answered concisely, composed and calm.

Hong Xiaoyu gave a wry smile, stepping out, the temperature difference made him exhale, "Seems easy to say..."

"Don’t wear yourself out."

Duan Xueying softly reassured, "I think they won’t make things hard for you."

"Sigh—"

Hong Xiaoyu sighed deeply, filled with mixed emotions.

"Alright, whatever happens, I’ll be with you."

Duan Xueying held his hand, and the warmth from his girlfriend’s palm seemed to uplift Hong Xiaoyu, who nodded with renewed energy.

"Yes, when I go back, I’ll have a drink first."

Duan Xueying chuckled, "Liquid courage? You should learn from Brother Jiang Chen."

"Comparing me with my brother? You’re seeing me through the lens of love."

His sweet-talking skills have really progressed.

"Shameless."

Duan Xueying rolled her eyes, trying to retract her hand, only to have Hong Xiaoyu grip it tightly, "Crossing the road, be careful."

Isn’t this emulating his brother?

At the parking lot across, Duan Xueying opened the trunk, revealing a variety of drinks, lacking neither liquor nor wine.

"Why do you carry so much alcohol in your car?"

Hong Xiaoyu was puzzled.

"Better to be prepared."

Duan Xueying turned, "What kind of drink does Sister Shurui like?"

This question caught Hong Xiaoyu off guard, smiling as he reiterated, "Today’s my first time meeting her."

"This will do, smooth taste, I tried it once, quite easy to drink."

Ignoring the expensive drinks, Duan Xueying picked up a plastic container of unmarked grain alcohol.

Hong Xiaoyu took it, hefting it a bit, "How much does it weigh?"

"Three jin."

"Three jin?"

"No one’s asking you to drink it all."

Duan Xueying closed the trunk, the couple returning the way they came.

"Do you think I should call my brother?"

"To say what? That you’re about to have dinner with two sisters?"

"..."

Hong Xiaoyu was speechless.

"To wear the crown, bear its weight. Classmate Hong Xiaoyu, even if a pie falls from the sky, you still need to move a hand to catch it."

Duan Xueying said with a smile, crossing the road.

Walking alongside, Hong Xiaoyu’s breath drifted like vapor, "I get your point, but I feel I’m unfair to Sister Fang Qing."

Duan Xueying suddenly stopped.

Instinctively, Hong Xiaoyu halted, looking at her in confusion.

"Do you know what I like most about you?"

"What?"

"Loyalty～"

Hong Xiaoyu was stunned, then silently chuckled.

Not really.

Talking about love is fine.

But should consider the setting too.

Are they treating the road like their living room?

Just look.

As they’re stopped in the middle of the road with "tender gazes," unsurprisingly, a driver was unhappy, honking came at them.

Hong Xiaoyu snapped back, pulling his gaze from their world, grabbing his girlfriend’s hand to move forward, though unaware the honking persisted after they’d left.

Hong Xiaoyu subconsciously glanced over.

To find that continuous honking came from a Maserati.

Honestly speaking.

They say the rich lack depth.

But all wealthy people he met had impressive qualities, certainly above average.

So this Maserati Quattroporte aligns with the typical stereotype...

Wait.

That fiery color...

This Maserati parked on the road looks so familiar?

"Xiaoyu."

A voice called.

A face he couldn’t recognize better peeked from the window.

Hong Xiaoyu froze, despite his previous worries, upon seeing the person, every bit of distress was replaced with genuine joy.

"Sister Fang Qing!"

He hurriedly waved, indicating, "Park across, there’s a parking lot!"

The Maserati moved slowly ahead, turning at the intersection.

The couple, having just crossed, had to return to the other side again to welcome the day’s second distinguished guest.

Above the neon-lit pickle shop sign.

Li Shuru cradled her chin, watching the Maserati that had clearly come from Sha City, guided by Hong Xiaoyu, drive into the parking lot across, sighing gently.

"Not taking care of their health at all."