"Hold on a bit, in a moment Aunt Ye Lan will also bring her daughter over... You all go to the same school, surely you’ll have lots to talk about..."

"..."

Who would’ve thought, as soon as Wang Yulu said this, the previously noisy women in the living room went completely silent.

Not only that, they all turned to look at Wang Yulu simultaneously.

"Wha... What’s wrong?"

"Nothing."

The few exchanged glances but didn’t speak. Thankfully, Yan Huan spoke up calmly, which relieved the huge weight off Wang Yulu’s heart.

"That’s good... Come, Xiao Huan, I’ll take you to see your room. I’ve moved all your clothes from the South District, they’re all in the closet. Why don’t you change into something comfortable at home?"

"Alright, Mom..."

Yan Huan nodded and as he followed his mother upstairs, he secretly glanced at them, then mouthed,

"Don’t expose the modifier!"

"..."

Immediately, Sakuragi Hitomi made an "OK" sign with her fingers.

Seeing this, Yan Huan finally followed his mother upstairs.

On the third floor, the secondary bedroom is Yan Huan’s room.

Since the villa layouts around here are quite similar, Yan Huan stayed in the same place in the Ye Mansion where Ye Shiyu stayed.

So there was no need to adjust, Yan Huan already knew it was very spacious.

Independent bathroom, dressing room, computer room, bedroom...

Even though it’s called a secondary bedroom, it has all sorts of functional rooms.

This allowed Yan Huan to truly experience the feeling of "money power".

"Look, Xiao Huan, the preliminary layout is like this, you can decide if there’s anything you want to change later. Oh right, didn’t you like cats ever since you were small? How about we go get one later?"

"Cats..."

Hearing this, Yan Huan, who was still examining the room, paused slightly.

At his mother’s suggestion, he suddenly remembered Meow.

Speaking of which, why did Meow disappear?

"Tick... Tock..."

At this moment, the clock on the wall moved past 4:44.

And Yan Huan seemed to remember the reason.

Something like...

All the modifiers were resolved, so its task was completed?

"..."

For some reason, thinking of Meow’s departure, Yan Huan felt a bit of a void and said,

"No need, Mom, I’ve already had one..."

"Oh? You had one..."

Before Wang Yulu could ask further, a faint doorbell sound came from downstairs.

Then Aria suddenly appeared downstairs...

No one knew how she got there.

"Auntie, someone rang the doorbell!"

"Oh, okay..."

Wang Yulu responded, turned back and smiled at Yan Huan,

"It must be your Aunt Lanlan, I’ll go open the door for them. Change your clothes and come down quickly..."

"Alright."

Yan Huan smiled slightly, closed the door, and went inside.

After taking a good look around, Yan Huan tossed the clothes he wanted to change into onto the bed.

But even then, looking at the neatly made super large bed, Yan Huan couldn’t help but lie down on it in a daze.

"This is too soft... Is it a Simmons mattress?"

Yan Huan had never enjoyed these luxuries before, in the South District, the bed creaked with just two people on it.

Though this room faces the west, it’ll be a bit sunny in the afternoon.

Just close the curtains...

With this in mind, Yan Huan got up to draw the curtains.

As he reached the windowsill, he happened to see the villa opposite.

That was Aunt Ye’s house.

Coincidentally, in the east-facing side bedroom on the third floor, a girl with long black hair in a white nightdress was drawing her curtains.

"..."

Their villas were not far apart, separated only by a bike lane, and they could clearly see each other’s silhouette in nightdress.

Their actions and timing of drawing the curtains were identical, naturally, they saw each other at the same time.

"Sister Shiyu?"

Yan Huan instinctively called out, but the other side couldn’t hear him, only see his mouth move.

So, across, Ye Shiyu tilted her head emotionlessly, looking at him.

Huh...

Wait, isn’t Aunt Ye Lan here?

Yan Huan leaned out the window and heard the sound of Ye Lan arriving downstairs.

Which means...

"Aunt Ye is here, aren’t you coming over?"

Yan Huan looked up, asking instinctively.

Ye Shiyu opened the window and heard his voice.

But she remained silent, not responding, but turned to grab a notebook from the mannequin workbench beside her.

"Scratch... scratch..."

She wrote something with a pen, then held it in front of her face,

"Not coming over."

"Why?"

Yan Huan asked again, Ye Shiyu heard and lowered her head to write again.

Then, she lifted the notebook again, holding it in front of her face.

Black on white paper, very clear.

Behind the paper, her tranquilly blinking dark eyes were like black stars in the daylight,

"Because, I don’t want to bother you anymore."

"..."

Seeing this, Yan Huan opened his mouth.

He didn’t know what to say for a moment, so he changed the subject jokingly,

"We’re both so dumb, why don’t we use our phones to chat on plane?"

"..."

Ye Shiyu paused, Yan Huan thought she had been reminded, so he planned to go back and get his phone too.

The next second, however, she lowered her head and began writing again,

"Scratch... scratch... scratch..."

Looking up, it read,

"I forgot..."

Yan Huan almost couldn’t hold back his laughter, but he didn’t turn back.

"... Actually, this way of chatting is fine too, it’s just I can’t send my emojis, it feels a bit strange."

"..."

Ye Shiyu quietly watched Yan Huan, and the next moment, wrote something again with "scratch scratch".

Before long, she emotionlessly raised the notebook to look at Yan Huan.

It read,

"I can"

"ฅ(̳•◡•̳)ฅ"

Below was a line of cat-paw shaped emoticons.

"..."

Seeing this, Yan Huan leaned against the windowsill, bursting into a smile.