You Must Be Good 66p2

Chapter 66 p2

After putting down Sister Yang’s bag, Qiao Xiaoxiao turned to look at Chu Xinrou, her eyes full of expectation.

Chu Xinrou smiled and handed over the brocade box she had prepared. “Mine is not as precious as your Sister Yang’s. It’s handmade.”

Qiao Xiaoxiao eagerly opened it and saw that it was indeed custom-made by her sister. It was an abstract abbreviation of the letters CX. It had taken Chu Xinrou a long time to design. The C flowed like a heart, wrapping around the X. The whole pattern was like an intertwined ribbon, and also like clasped hands, condensing a lot of emotions in this small space.

Even Yang Feitang was envious. “I say, Xinrou, you’re too biased. We’ve known each other for so long, and you’ve never designed one for me.”

Qiao Xiaoxiao’s reaction was more direct. She had already eagerly walked to Chu Xinrou’s side and had pushed her hair to one side of her neck. “Jiejie, put it on for me.”

Chu Xinrou gently stroked her hair, took the necklace, undid the clasp at the end, and carefully put it on for her. Her fingertips would occasionally brush against the skin on the back of Qiao Xiaoxiao’s neck, and the tingling sensation made her shrink back.

“Alright,” with a soft click, Chu Xinrou fastened the clasp.

Qiao Xiaoxiao’s eyes were shining. Her hand would occasionally touch the pendant, and her lips were grinning from ear to ear.

The onlooking Yang Feitang: …

Oh my.

She should be under the car, not in the car.

After Yang Feitang left, Qiao Xiaoxiao deftly cleared the dining table. Chu Xinrou was in a good mood and sat on the sofa, smiling as she watched, sipping red wine.

Qiao Xiaoxiao chattered nonstop, telling her about what she had seen and heard tonight.

“We went to that factory to take a look, Jiejie. It’s very big, about five or six hundred square meters.”

“If we can put the supply factory there, it will save a lot of trouble, and the transportation pressure and costs will also be greatly reduced.”

“Then, I can also put more energy into management and design.”

“Now that I have the energy, I can appropriately expand the scale and improve everyone’s benefits.”

“But I see that Sister Bai is a little hesitant. I understand. After all, money is earned bit by bit. Anyone would be afraid of such an investment going down the drain.”

…

Hearing this, Chu Xinrou thought for a moment and asked, “If it were you, would you buy or rent?”

If the funds were sufficient, she would also be inclined to buy.

Qiao Xiaoxiao had already thought about this question and blurted out without hesitation, “I would buy.”

Chu Xinrou tilted her head, her eyes shining. “Why?”

This was completely different from the Qiao Xiaoxiao from two years ago, who would think over and over again and hesitate about everything.

Qiao Xiaoxiao was wiping the table, her eyes fixed on her sister. “Because I have a way out, and I have confidence.”

After the last time, when everything had been taken away and destroyed in a sudden incident, Qiao Xiaoxiao had grown a lot.

During that time, Chu Xinrou and Yang Feitang had been with her, and so many people who loved and cared for her had gathered around her, bit by bit filling the black hole of fear of loss that had accompanied her since she was a child.

So what if she failed?

At worst, she could start over.

She has her sister.

Qiao Xiaoxiao knew that no matter when, Chu Xinrou would always be behind her.

Chu Xinrou had originally been quite happy to see Xiaoxiao’s determined and confident look, but her mind suddenly flashed to Bai Fei’s face. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was tinged with a sourness she herself hadn’t noticed. “You’re different now, like the starry sky. More and more people are gathering around you. Look, your Sister Bai is one of them.”

Qiao Xiaoxiao’s movements paused. She put down her things and walked in front of Chu Xinrou, a cunning smile on her lips. “Jiejie, are you jealous?”

This sentence was like a spark, instantly burning Chu Xinrou’s ears red. She hastily turned her face away, her hair falling to cover her flushed cheeks. “I’m not.”

What do you mean, not?

Her heart was practically soaked in vinegar.

Human nature is perhaps inherently two-sided.

On the one hand, Chu Xinrou was happy that Qiao Xiaoxiao had grown up and was no longer self-conscious. On the other hand, she was worried about losing her, as a fledgling would eventually fly out of the house.

Sometimes, she even missed the child who didn’t know anything and was even cautious with her breathing.

Qiao Xiaoxiao suddenly opened her arms and hugged her sister tightly, saying solemnly in her ear, “Jiejie, I don’t care how other people change. I’ll only tell you that even if the galaxy changes, I will always be the star that revolves around you.”

She wouldn’t leave.

That would be more painful than killing her.

“Of course,” Qiao Xiaoxiao added, “if you get tired of me, I’ll have to go.”

Chu Xinrou didn’t reply, but her body trembled, and she hugged her tightly.

…

In the deep of the night, the faucet in the bathroom was dripping.

Qiao Xiaoxiao was sitting on the toilet, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the pendant around her neck. The moonlight filtered through the frosted glass, casting a hazy glow on the tiles. The bouquet of flowers on the sink was still vibrant in the night.

She suddenly remembered the whispers Yang Feitang had said to her when she was leaving. Those words were like honey, melting in her heart, so sweet that she couldn’t help but grin like a fool.

“Your sister…” Yang Feitang’s lowered voice at that time seemed to still be in her ear, “is just a stubborn and proud person. This isn’t the first time. She’s been worried about you going to university before. Although she doesn’t say it, she’s very afraid that you’ll get into a university far away.”

“After she found out you got into the local Jiaotong University, those few days, she would hum a little tune while she was painting, her pinky finger sticking out. Tsk, tsk, that little flair she had.”

“Xiaoxiao, I can’t guarantee anything else, but Chu Xinrou, I’ve known her for so many years. With others, she’s never been like this.”

At the end, Yang Feitang herself felt a little sour. She’s never been like this with her either!

She would compare with Chu Xinrou every day about who “loved” Qiao Xiaoxiao more, and every day she would be sour that Chu Xinrou was so good to the brat.

It was Xue Youyou who had bitten her vulnerability, had looked up at her, and had said, “It’s their business. Why are you getting involved? Don’t worry, you’ll always be their closest family.”

Yang Feitang had curled up, her breathing ragged, but had still said stubbornly, “I think the two of them are the best.”

Xue Youyou had tortured her. “That’s different.”

How can love and friendship be the same?

She was looking forward to the day when Yang Feitang would see the two of them together, her jaw dropping.

…

Qiao Xiaoxiao’s fingers gently traced the curve of the “C” on the pendant. It was designed by her sister, stroke by stroke. The cold metal had long been warmed by her body temperature, just like the warmth surging in her chest at this moment.

It turns out that she had long since become her sister’s concern.

This was more precious than any amount of gold.

She tiptoed and pushed open the bathroom door, only to find that only a dim yellow floor lamp was lit in the living room. Chu Xinrou was curled up asleep on the sofa, her waterfall-like black hair scattered among the cushions, glowing with a satin-like luster in the light. Her fair cheeks had a faint pink tinge, her red lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was even and long.

Qiao Xiaoxiao unconsciously held her breath and tiptoed to the front of the sofa to watch for a while. She raised her hand and gently pushed away the stray hair from her sister’s mouth.

Staring at Chu Xinrou’s sleeping face, an indescribable softness welled up in Qiao Xiaoxiao’s heart.

This is her sister.

Silently watching her from behind, protecting her, so that she could rush into her gentle embrace the moment she turned around.

Qiao Xiaoxiao’s heart was a soft mess. Her fingertips slowly stroked her delicate features, along her high nose bridge, and slowly moved down… her gaze was as if fixed on that touch of red, unable to move.

Xiaoxiao’s fingers trembled uncontrollably, and just as they were an inch away from that touch of red, they stopped. The sound of her heartbeat in her chest was deafening, as if it would break through the confines of her ribs in the next second.

The warm breaths intertwined into a net between them. Qiao Xiaoxiao could smell the residual scent of red wine on her sister’s lips, mixed with the faint fragrance of jasmine.

She swallowed hard.