Chapter 142: Go Home

After learning about the conflict in Professor Scarlett’s family, Andrew stopped bringing up related matters.

The encounter with Daniel Carter that day seemed as if it never happened.

After Scarlett injured her hand, Andrew jokingly offered to help her bathe, but Scarlett ultimately did not agree.

She was still a little afraid that Andrew might mess around in the bathroom; the other things were minor, but if the two of them slipped and fell in the bathroom, something serious could happen.

If such a thing were to happen, it would be more appropriate on the bed.

The daily yoga training, which had been interrupted for a week due to final exams, resumed after the exams concluded.

During this time, Catherine had been diligently practicing yoga and was becoming more and more proficient.

However, Andrew was starting to feel like giving up. The later yoga poses were getting increasingly difficult, and he was in increasing pain. He would rather run a few kilometers than do yoga.

"Scar, please spare me. It really hurts. How about I go run instead to exercise?"

When Andrew was doing the straddle stretch, he nearly ripped his crotch open.

Scarlett glanced at him and released his thigh.

Whether the pain was real or feigned, she could tell: "Don’t find excuses to slack off when it comes to running later."

As soon as Scarlett finished speaking, Catherine immediately started teasing Andrew, saying, "I know this one. I’ll answer on behalf of my little brother. He won’t run because he gets sleepy easily in spring, it’s too hot in summer, he needs to rest in autumn, and it’s too cold in winter, so he won’t run at all."

"..."

Andrew shot a speechless glance at Catherine. Because he was too tired, he couldn’t be bothered to argue with her. He collapsed onto the sofa to rest, watching the two women do yoga.

Of course, he was mainly watching Professor Scarlett’s graceful figure while she did yoga. His Older Sister’s flat chest was nothing worth looking at.

After completing a set of movements, Catherine sat cross-legged on the yoga mat and asked Scarlett with a slight frown, looking puzzled.

"Professor Scarlett, is doing yoga really useful? I’ve been doing it for a month, why haven’t I seen any results at all?"

"One month isn’t long. Don’t be impatient; you need to persist."

As Scarlett spoke, she slowly spread her legs, achieving a standard split.

As she settled down, her two large white mounds seemed to jiggle.

This made Andrew stare fixedly, while Catherine looked on with immense envy.

"But you really are a bit strange. Logically speaking, every girl experiences development, you shouldn’t be like a boy?"

Scarlett was actually a bit strange. When instructing Catherine on some movements, she had touched Catherine’s chest for convenience; it was fine since they were both women.

But when she touched it, it felt exactly like touching Andrew’s chest, truly without any undulation. If one didn’t know better, they would think she was a boy.

"Aren’t you studying medicine and planning to take postgraduate exams? Don’t you know this? Or maybe you should go to the hospital to ask? This is somewhat abnormal."

"Uh..."

Catherine felt a bit embarrassed for a moment.

At this point, Andrew raised an eyebrow and said, "That’s all a result of My sister’s own doing. Back in middle school, she insisted on wearing those tight tank tops all the time, even to sleep, and proudly said it looked better that way, unlike other girls her age who bounced inconveniently when running."

"..."

Scarlett pursed her lips, unsure what to say.

She almost wanted to say, since you thought being flat-chested was good, why change it now?

Catherine became agitated: "It’s all because of you! You supported me back then, saying it looked good! It made me look cute, that’s why I kept doing it!"

"Damn it! I was in elementary school back when you were in middle school. What the hell did I know? Who told you to believe me?"

Seeing that the siblings were about to start arguing again, Scarlett immediately intervened.

"Alright, stop arguing. If you need rest, go play by yourself. Catherine, continue practicing yoga with me. Persistence will eventually yield results."

"Okay."

Catherine now had no choice but to persist and see if anything could change.

At the same time, she glared fiercely at Andrew: "You just wait. We’re going home for the New Year soon, and I’ll settle accounts with you properly when we get back."

"Tch, scared of you? Flat-chested woman."

"Argh! I really want to spit salt water on you to death!"

Scarlett watched the two of them, one doing yoga, the other playing on her phone, and sighed helplessly as they were about to quarrel again.

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In the evening, after Andrew finished showering, he ran to Scarlett’s bedroom and burrowed into her covers.

Compared to before, when he had to coax and plead with Scarlett, now he just crawled under the covers, and at most, Scarlett would pinch him as a symbolic punishment.

After they turned off the lights, they huddled together and started chatting.

"Speaking of which, you Little Pervert, you used to like flat chests? Then why do you spend all day trying to snuggle into my chest now?"

"That was when I was little and didn’t understand anything. After all, when we were young, girls and boys looked pretty much the same on the outside. When I saw girls who had already developed, I felt they were a bit strange, so I told My sister that being flat-chested looked cute."

Actually, this is the psychological progression for most boys. Once they enter puberty and start developing, their aesthetic preferences change accordingly.

Of course, there are also boys who always think flat chests look better.

"Then why didn’t your mother tell your Older Sister not to wear tight clothing that restricted her development?"

"My mom was often in the capital back then; my dad always took care of us. How could she tell My sister about that?"

"Oh, right. Your mother used to teach frequently."

Scarlett suddenly realized that Andrew and Catherine were basically raised by

their father when they were young, and since their father adopted a free-range parenting style, it wasn’t strange.

Mentioning home, Andrew remembered that the final exams were over and the winter break was coming soon.

"Scar, are you planning to return to the capital for the New Year?"

"I... I don’t know."

Scarlett truly didn’t know. She hadn’t gone home for the New Year for the past two years.

Was the villa in the capital really her home? At least she didn’t feel any sense of home there.

Her maternal grandmother would be picked up by her maternal uncle to spend the New Year, and she could certainly go to her maternal uncle Rockson’s place for the holiday, but her uncle had his own family, and Scarlett hardly knew any of the relatives there. If she went, she would just be alone.

She had already gotten used to spending the New Year alone in this rented apartment, treating it like any other day, doing her own things alone.

Doing yoga, reading books, and watching cartoons when she got tired.

But now that she had Andrew, could she really get used to being alone again?

Scarlett didn’t know the answer. She only knew that when Andrew was busy at the studio on weekends, if she didn’t go with him, she would often just sit there blankly for an entire afternoon, not knowing what to do.

Just as she was lost in thought, Andrew suddenly said.

"How about you come back with me, Scar?"

"Go home together?"

Scarlett murmured, sounding somewhat undecided.

Andrew continued, "Anyway, my mother is still your teacher, she will definitely welcome you. My sister will surely welcome you too, isn’t she still hoping you’ll teach her yoga?"

"But your father is still here. It probably isn’t appropriate for me, a single woman, to suddenly show up at your house, right?"

"Oh, he can sleep in the garage, or under a bridge, that’s fine too."

Hearing Andrew’s words, Scarlett couldn’t help but laugh: "Then I’ll forget it. If I came and made your dad sleep under a bridge, I would be too much."

"It’s fine, he’s used to sleeping outside."

As Andrew spoke, he snuggled into Scarlett’s embrace and said with a grin, "Besides, what’s wrong with a wife returning home with her husband?"

"Pfft!"

Scarlett laughed and pinched Andrew’s cheek: "Who wants to be the wife of you little brat? I haven’t even married you yet."

"Hehe, it’s just a matter of time anyway."

"Besides, what say can you, a child, have? Even if you bring me home, you have to tell your mother first, right?"