You Must Be Good 50p1

Chapter 50  p1

The moment Yuan Lu finished speaking, she noticed a change in Qiao Xiaoxiao. The big sister, who had been stone-faced and unsmiling all day, suddenly became “shy.”

She first pressed her lips together in surprise, then her two hands clasped together, and the tip of her right foot even tapped the ground lightly. Her body swayed slightly, and even her voice softened by three parts. “Ah… is that so…”

In an instant, she had transformed into a shy little flower.

Yuan Lu’s heart trembled. Oh no, could it be that the true identity of the jealous child Sister Chu had mentioned was the big sister in front of her?

Qiao Xiaoxiao looked at Yuan Lu, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and looked at Yuan Lu with a flower-like smile. “Did she really say that?”

Yuan Lu: …

What is called a bright and sunny day?

What is called the revival of all things?

Qiao Xiaoxiao was so excited she was about to scream. The child is her, her sister’s child is her! My sister really did consider me!

“Hey, what are you standing there smiling like a morning glory for?”

Yang Feitang, who had come over for a free meal with a soy sauce bottle, was a little stunned when she saw the foolishly smiling Qiao Xiaoxiao at the door. “Have you cooked?” She thought of the young girl’s recent mood swings and added in a small voice, “I want to eat braised… is braised pork okay?”

With a smack, Qiao Xiaoxiao slapped her on the shoulder and wrapped an arm around Yang Feitang’s neck. “What’s braised pork? We’ll even make braised gold!!!”

She forcefully pulled Sister Yang into her embrace. Yang Feitang was almost choked and pushed her hard. “You… why are you so happy again, as if you’ve eaten bee droppings? Let go of me, hey… let go.”

Qiao Xiaoxiao let go of the arm around her neck and said smugly, “Sister Yang, not only can you have a free meal tonight, but you can also have one tomorrow!”

Yang Feitang squinted. Looking at her happy appearance, she snorted coldly. “What, you’re not moving out?”

What?

Qiao Xiaoxiao’s smile froze on her face. “What do you mean?”

…

Today, Qiao Xiaoxiao felt as if her heart had been thrown on a roller coaster, sometimes thrown to the clouds, and sometimes falling to the bottom.

Hearing Yang Feitang say that she was going to rent a place, her eyes were a little dazed, but she immediately shook her head. “I didn’t rent one. It was Tiantian who had a fight with her dad and wanted to rent a place herself. I was just helping.”

Hearing that her “gossip” seemed to have been misinformed, Yang Feitang didn’t even bother with the free meal. She said, “Amitabha, benefactor, take care.” She stuffed the soy sauce bottle into Qiao Xiaoxiao’s hand and ran off.

Qiao Xiaoxiao knew Yang Feitang well. Seeing her run so fast, she instantly realized that her sister had taken this matter to heart.

Her once-cheerful steps became heavy.

Qiao Xiaoxiao gently pushed open the door. The warm yellow light in the room spread out softly. The little orange lamp that had been left on for her was still quietly lit.

Chu Xinrou was sitting upright on the sofa, her fingertips sliding across the tablet, engrossed in checking her emails. Hearing the noise, she looked up. “Have you eaten?”

It was clearly the most ordinary question, but Qiao Xiaoxiao’s nose suddenly tingled. She stared at her sister. Under the light, Chu Xinrou’s silhouette was plated in a soft, warm color, making her heart fill with an indescribable sour and bloated feeling. She pressed her lips together and nodded gently.

In the kitchen, the twilight was quietly creeping in. The light from outside the window and the warm light from inside the room intertwined, plating Chu Xinrou’s figure in a hazy, soft glow. The way she cooked the noodles with her head down was quiet and gentle, her long hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, her snow-white skin almost transparent under the light. Qiao Xiaoxiao looked at her, her chest as if filled with something soft. A sour and sweet emotion surged in her heart, almost overflowing.

She couldn’t help but walk forward and gently hug her sister from behind.

Chu Xinrou’s movements suddenly paused, her fingers suspended in mid-air.

“I’m sorry, Jiejie… I was wrong,” Qiao Xiaoxiao buried her face in her shoulder, her voice muffled, with a hint of a coquettish nasal tone. She couldn’t help but rest her chin on her shoulder and neck, rubbing against it dependently.

She could feel Chu Xinrou’s tense body gradually soften.

Chu Xinrou looked at the crescent moon outside the window and asked lightly, “Where were you wrong?”

Qiao Xiaoxiao buried her head in her neck, greedily sniffing the jasmine scent on her, her voice soft. “I… I didn’t go to rent a place.”

Hmph.

Chu Xinrou pressed her lips together, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes. She slowly turned around, her movements gentle yet irresistible as she took half a step back.

Qiao Xiaoxiao still wanted to act cute and get away with it as before, but Chu Xinrou had already raised her hand, her long fingertips resting on her shoulder, maintaining a just-right, detached distance.

They were almost the same height now.

Only then did Qiao Xiaoxiao realize that she could now look her sister in the eye.

This posture made Qiao Xiaoxiao’s heart race. She felt an inexplicable shiver run down her spine, and a strange heat rose in her lower abdomen. She trembled in confusion, her eyes blank.

After a long while, Chu Xinrou finally spoke softly. Her voice was very soft, but each word was clear. “Xiaoxiao… in this life, one always has to experience some storms.”

Qiao Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously, her hair swaying gently with the movement, a fine golden halo in the light.

“In this world…” Chu Xinrou’s voice trembled slightly, “there are too many people who just drift apart as they walk.” She lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her face. “Those misunderstandings, those suspicions, are like invisible knives.” Her voice came to an abrupt end. She took a deep breath, and when she looked up again, it was as if a myriad of stars had fallen into her eyes. “I’ve already lost too much. I don’t want to lose you too.”

Chu Xinrou stared at her deeply, her gaze as if it wanted to see into the depths of her soul. “You are different.”

You were different from the very beginning.

Qiao Xiaoxiao’s tears finally burst forth. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She took a step forward and hugged her sister tightly.

Chu Xinrou was knocked back slightly but caught her steadily. Her long fingers ran through Qiao Xiaoxiao’s hair, her other hand gently patting her back. Listening to the suppressed sobs of the person in her arms, she finally couldn’t hold back and let out a soft snort. “You little heartless thing. You still want to move out? I’ll help you pack your room in a bit.”

Qiao Xiaoxiao choked out, “I don’t want to.”

No one can chase her away now.

Chu Xinrou’s fingertips gently poked her tear-streaked cheek. “And you’re still giving me the cold shoulder, ignoring me all day, leaving early and coming back late to avoid me. Tell me, was that you?”

Qiao Xiaoxiao didn’t say a word, just burrowed her head deeper into her sister’s embrace, her hair rubbing against Chu Xinrou’s chin, acting cute.

But Chu Xinrou was relentless, her fingertips gently pinching her earlobe. “And you even learned to get caught in the rain?” Her voice was filled with a heartbroken reprimand. “What kind of tragic drama are you acting out?” Her fingertips slid down her earlobe. “And the most outrageous thing is—” she suddenly emphasized, “you gave my favorite shrimp paste and tofu to your Sister Yang?”

Qiao Xiaoxiao’s body stiffened, and then she squirmed in her sister’s arms even more, her forehead rubbing against Chu Xinrou’s collarbone, as if to rub away all this “evidence.” She greedily absorbed the familiar light fragrance on her sister, letting all the grievances that had been weighing on her heart melt into a soft tenderness.

Yang Feitang, who had returned, had been standing at the door for a while. She had been worried about the two of them. Seeing that Chu Xinrou was also quite angry today, she was afraid that she would really have a fight with the adolescent child.

But she saw the scene before her.

She silently raised her hand and knocked in the air, dubbing it herself, “knock, knock, knock.”

Qiao Xiaoxiao lifted her head from her sister’s embrace and turned around.

Seeing the two of them look over, Yang Feitang sighed helplessly. “Xiaoxiao, we’ve had our fight, and we’ve made up. Tonight, can you give your Sister Yang a proper meal?”

During this time, she had suffered a lot, eating the noodle clumps Chu Xinrou cooked every day like a prisoner. She felt that even her breath was cloudy now.

Qiao Xiaoxiao smiled and nodded vigorously. “Yes!”

The crisp sound of a spatula hitting a wok rang out from the kitchen again. Chu Xinrou’s furrowed brow finally relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on her lips unconsciously.

Yang Feitang swirled the orange fresh-squeezed juice in her glass and smacked her lips contentedly. “You’ve forgiven your little brat so easily? You’re not going to continue to give her the cold shoulder?”

Chu Xinrou glanced at her. “For the sake of Sister Yang’s meal, I have to forgive her even if I don’t want to.”

“Cough, cough—” Yang Feitang choked on her juice and patted her chest. After she had recovered, she quickly waved her hand. “Alright, I get it now. That little brat couldn’t bear to leave you. Xiaoxiao told me that the final contract was signed by Wang Tiantian alone. She was purely helping out.”

She deliberately dragged out the end of her sentence, expecting to see a surprised expression on Chu Xinrou’s face. But to her surprise, the other party just nodded calmly. “I know.”

“You know?!” Yang Feitang’s almond-shaped eyes widened, and she almost knocked over her juice. “When did that happen?”

Chu Xinrou slowly peeled a lychee, the translucent white flesh faintly visible between her fingertips. Yang Feitang’s curiosity was piqued. She walked over and poked Chu Xinrou. “Hey, tell me. When did you know?”

She had just found out today.

Chu Xinrou glanced at her. “I knew from the beginning.”

Yang Feitang: ???

What?

“That little miser Xiaoxiao, how could she rent a place in a prime location like Orchard?” Chu Xinrou sighed helplessly. Yang Feitang stared at her. “Then why didn’t you say anything? And you were still angry?”

Chu Xinrou replied with a clear conscience, “I had to teach her a lesson, so that she would know to be afraid.”

Yang Feitang: …

This black-bellied, wicked Sister Chu, this pitiful, silly, and sweet Xiaoxiao.

Yang Feitang looked at Qiao Xiaoxiao with a look of pity and sympathy. This… what will this silly brat do in the future?

Facts proved it.

The silly brat still lived her life with gusto.

The last summer vacation of her first year of high school.

This time, her business was different from before. She didn’t go to the wholesale market to get her supplies. She went directly to Yiwu, thinking of broadening her horizons at the same time.

Chu Xinrou was worried about her, but Qiao Xiaoxiao was full of confidence. “It’s okay, Jiejie. I’ll be back in two days! Yuan Lu is going too.”

She had only agreed because she had been pestered.

Chu Xinrou smiled and teased, “You’re such a ‘thoughtful’ big sister.”

Qiao Xiaoxiao: …

Who is she mocking?

Anyway, she doesn’t know.