Chapter 47 p1
Yang Feitang stumbled back two steps, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Willingly falling??? When did she ever do that?
Qiao Xiaoxiao stared at her stubbornly, her heart aching for this old sister of hers who was being bullied back and forth.
She had always been a person who was good at hiding her emotions. Her experiences since she was a child had made her not show her joy or anger.
But this time, the corners of Qiao Xiaoxiao’s eyes were slightly red from the pain. She had seen with her own eyes how “miserably” her Sister Yang had been bullied.
Yang Feitang stared at Xiaoxiao for a while and suddenly smiled. She walked forward and hugged Qiao Xiaoxiao. “Hey, hey, hey, alright, alright. Sister will hug you. Your Sister Yang won’t be bullied, okay?”
Who can withstand a “pure” critical hit?
It seemed that since her family had gone bankrupt and she had run away, besides Xinrou, she hadn’t had this kind of care for a long time.
Chu Xinrou’s personality was forbearing and she didn’t express herself easily. Even if she cared, her words were always to the point.
Yang Feitang felt that a certain part of her heart had been touched. Her eyes were moist, and she smiled as she wiped them on Qiao Xiaoxiao’s shoulder.
Qiao Xiaoxiao gently patted her back. “It’s okay, sister. It’s never too late for a lazy person.”
Yang Feitang: …
Not far away, Chu Xinrou crossed her arms and watched coldly for a while, then said unhurriedly, “Are you tired? Come back and eat first. You can hug after you’ve eaten.”
Hmph, aren’t your arms sore?
She had never seen Qiao Xiaoxiao hug her like that.
Breakfast was still the noodle soup Chu Xinrou had cooked. Although it was still as cloudy as paste, the hungry Yang Feitang couldn’t be picky. But the moment it entered her mouth, she spat it out with a “Pah,” her whole face wrinkled into a bun. “So salty.”
Qiao Xiaoxiao took a sip and looked at Yang Feitang with some confusion. “Where is it salty? Mine is very good, very light.”
Chu Xinrou’s cooking had always been very light, with little oil and salt. How could it be salty?
What kind of person was Yang Feitang? She reacted at once. She looked at Chu Xinrou, who was looking at the window in the kitchen with a deep expression, and grinned.
…
In the past, Yang Feitang had sneered at running. In all her years, her life motto had always been the same: “If you can sit, never stand. If you can lie down, never sit.”
Exercise? What’s that? Can you eat it?
But after being forced to run by Qiao Xiaoxiao for two weeks, she suddenly found that the world seemed to have changed.
Her legs no longer felt as heavy as lead, and her breathing was no longer as chaotic as if she had just escaped for her life. She could even hum a song while running. What surprised her even more was that when she looked in the mirror, she found that the soft layer of fat around her waist had quietly reduced a little, and the faint outline of her abs was visible, which fascinated her so much that she looked at it for a full hour.
During the slow run, Yang Feitang also gradually started to talk about the past and her thoughts with Qiao Xiaoxiao.
At the beginning, what Yang Feitang talked about was still relatively serious.
“Life is always full of ups and downs. In the past, I never would have dreamed that I would be running and working out now.”
Qiao Xiaoxiao looked at her. “Were you very busy before?”
Yang Feitang saw her “contempt” and immediately nodded. “Of course. Your Sister Yang used to be a big boss of an entertainment company, no worse than your Sister Chu!”
Qiao Xiaoxiao nodded, looked straight ahead, and said seriously, “That’s a lie.”
Yang Feitang: …
So as long as it’s better than Chu Xinrou, it’s a lie?
This little brat!
A few days later, Yang Feitang started to have a deeper discussion with Qiao Xiaoxiao. “Hey, hey, Xiaoxiao, I see you’re so mature for your age all day. Have you really never thought of having a puppy love?”
Qiao Xiaoxiao pressed her lips together. “It’s a waste of time.”
Yang Feitang: “What’s the waste? Isn’t it just holding hands, kissing, and stuff? It’s enjoyable.” She leaned closer to Qiao Xiaoxiao with a sly look. “You’re young now, it’s the time to—”
Before she could finish, Qiao Xiaoxiao craned her neck. “Jiejie, Sister Yang is telling me to fall in love, kiss, and hold hands!”
Yang Feitang: …
That night, Yang Feitang was almost put in solitary confinement by Director Chu.
Director Chu had given her a death order. “If you dare to lead Xiaoxiao astray again, I’ll tell all your deeds to that person of yours!”
Yang Feitang: …
Why is Chu Xinrou so annoying! Doesn’t she even have the right to freedom of speech?
And, that little brat Xiaoxiao, when did she become a tattletale?
They’re both so annoying.
But who could control Yang Feitang’s mouth?
When the weather was good, she would start to chatter again while running. “Xiaoxiao, your sister knows you care about me, but do you know? If you love someone, what’s a 1 or a 0, what’s a top or a bottom, it’s all just fleeting clouds. As long as you see her happy, you’re willing to do anything.”
Qiao Xiaoxiao frowned slightly.
Yang Feitang continued, “And… if you really like someone, when she touches you, you’ll feel something special. Do you understand?”
Qiao Xiaoxiao looked up at her for a long time and nodded. “I understand.”
Yang Feitang felt that something was off with her expression. “What do you understand?”
Qiao Xiaoxiao: “You’re a natural 0.”
Finally, she added, “The 0 of all 0s.”
…
From that day on, Qiao Xiaoxiao no longer took the “useless 0” Yang Feitang running with her.
She did, however, accidentally see Sister Yang’s “that person” once.
There was no class that afternoon. Qiao Xiaoxiao had originally wanted to go to the music room to stuff some small ads for Yang Feitang, but she had accidentally bumped into a scene at the corner.
A silver car was parked quietly under a parasol tree, its streamlined body glinting coldly in the sun. Although she couldn’t recognize the car’s logo, the low-key yet luxurious texture made Qiao Xiaoxiao subconsciously lighten her steps.
The car door suddenly opened, and a pair of jade-like feet in high heels landed gracefully. A woman in white got out, her simple dress outlining her graceful figure. Her makeup was exquisite but not heavy. Although she was in her twenties, her brows exuded an unquestionable authority.
Qiao Xiaoxiao stopped and didn’t move. She watched the girl stand at the door of the music room for a long time, then turn her head.
The two of them made eye contact.
Xue Youyou’s red lips curved slightly. She recognized her. This was the girl who had stumbled upon them being intimate that day.
Qiao Xiaoxiao was so embarrassed her toes curled, but she saw the other party nod familiarly. “Coffee?”
After a moment of silence, Qiao Xiaoxiao shook her head. “No.”
The rejected Xue Youyou stared at Qiao Xiaoxiao in surprise for a while, her gaze scanning her from head to toe like an X-ray. Suddenly, she chuckled. “No wonder she talks about you eight hundred times a day.”
She really has personality.
…
Later, Qiao Xiaoxiao told Yang Feitang about meeting Xue Youyou. Yang Feitang didn’t seem to care much. “Well, we had to meet sooner or later.”
Pressing her lips together, Qiao Xiaoxiao said tentatively, “Jiejie, that girl is very pretty, and she has a very different aura.”
Hearing this, Yang Feitang grinned. “Nonsense. If she wasn’t pretty, could she sleep with your Sister Yang? If she didn’t have the aura of a tigress, could she pin your Sister Yang down?”
Qiao Xiaoxiao: …
After a moment of silence, Qiao Xiaoxiao asked cautiously, “She’s quite young, isn’t she?”
Yang Feitang looked into her eyes and understood what she was thinking. “It’s alright. The age difference is four years, less than five.”
!!!
That much of a difference?
The way Qiao Xiaoxiao looked at Yang Feitang changed, her eyes filled with the two words “old cow.”
Yang Feitang was not happy. She touched her face. “What’s with that expression? With your Sister Yang’s youthful face, people would believe I’m 18.”
Qiao Xiaoxiao ignored her nonsense and held Yang Feitang’s hand. “Jie, you really need to exercise more. You’re not even thirty, and you’re already being pinned down like this. What will you do when you’re fifty or sixty? Won’t you break a bone?”
Yang Feitang: …
This little brat doesn’t wish her well at all!
As the night deepened, Qiao Xiaoxiao was lying on the sofa, pouring out the day’s strange encounters to her sister. Chu Xinrou laughed. “You mean Xue Youyou? She does seem much more mature than your Sister Yang.”
Qiao Xiaoxiao still had a look of disbelief. “There’s almost a five-year age difference.”
Chu Xinrou smiled. “What’s that? If it’s true love, age is not a problem.”
Hearing this, Qiao Xiaoxiao’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. She turned to look at her sister and asked, “Jiejie, what’s the biggest age gap you can accept?”
Chu Xinrou tilted her head and thought for a moment. “I’m not planning to get married.”
She had never had this plan.
She was used to being free and didn’t want to be tied down by anything.
Back then, when she had left home, besides the reasons of Xu Keqing and her sister, a very important point was that she didn’t want to be bound by a marriage of convenience in a rich family.
She would rather have nothing than settle.
Qiao Xiaoxiao pressed on relentlessly, “I mean, hypothetically.”
Hypothetically?
Chu Xinrou thought seriously, tilted her head, and said, “If it’s the most—eight years?”
Eight years. If the other person is well-maintained and studies diligently, there shouldn’t be a generation gap, right?
Qiao Xiaoxiao pressed her lips together and lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.
Just as Chu Xinrou was about to ask her what she wanted for breakfast tomorrow, Qiao Xiaoxiao suddenly said out of the blue, “Jiejie, you’re a bit old-fashioned. Didn’t you say that city people are more accepting? If it were me, I could accept twenty years.”
Chu Xinrou: …
If she remembered correctly, this was the first time Qiao Xiaoxiao had taken the initiative to attack Chu Xinrou.
It scared her Sister Chu so much that the first thing she did the next morning was to run to the music room, shake Yang Feitang, and question her seriously, “Which forty-year-old has Xiaoxiao fallen for?”
Yang Feitang, who was being shaken back and forth, was completely bewildered. ???
What???
