Chapter10: Yeah

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As the sun set, its golden rays draped the tidy living room like a soft veil, bathing the space in a warm, gentle glow that added a touch of coziness.

After a certain beautiful neighbor left, the warm living room echoed with bursts of irrepressible, delighted laughter.

The source of this laughter was none other than Su Qi.

Spooning rich tomato-brisket broth over freshly cooked white rice, the tender beef and tangy tomato aroma sparked his appetite.

Stirring gently to coat each grain with broth and beef, he scooped a hearty bite into his mouth.

The rice’s fragrance and the beef’s savory delight perfectly satisfied his day-long hunger.

While savoring the meal, Su Qi glanced at the living room mirror, eyeing his forehead.

There, on his fair skin, was a soft lipstick mark left by a woman.

His lips curved upward.

This was a mark from Wen Yin, his long-time crush.

In Su Qi’s memory, he was 13 when he moved to 1507 and met Wen Yin.

Since she was close friends with Su Lulu and always kind to him—often patting his head—he’d assumed she saw him as a little brother.

As a boy, Su Qi knew his limits.

He wasn’t tall or burly among guys, only slightly taller than Mo Yu but still short overall.

With no standout talents, he felt ordinary—unworthy of the graceful, campus-beauty Wen Yin.

So, he’d buried his feelings, fearing a confession would make things awkward if rejected.

But just now, through Wen Yin’s “collecting interest,” he realized something.

She didn’t just see him as a brother.

What sister would hold you close and kiss your forehead so intimately?

Recalling her words before leaning in—“Little Qi, don’t be scared, I’m just collecting interest, I won’t eat you”—he felt a twinge of shame as a boy for not taking the lead.

But imagining a future where the gentle Wen Yin might “eat” him, remembering her soft embrace, the jasmine scent enveloping him, and the tingly sweetness of her lips on his skin, Su Qi was flooded with joy.

Paired with the delicious food, this happiness created a 1+1>2 chemical reaction.

Perhaps too elated, Su Qi, who’d planned to save some for tomorrow’s breakfast, ate it all.

After dinner, as he prepared to wash the dishes, he noticed the envelope Wen Yin left.

Opening it gently, a refreshing rose fragrance spilled out.

Inside were thirty crisp, red bills.

Counting them carefully and recording the sum in his notebook, which now tallied a six-figure debt, Su Qi felt warmth.

He also felt lucky.

Though he hadn’t awakened a “protagonist” hero ability, his Crisp Wife ability let him earn money with bentos.

Today, he confirmed his crush liked him back.

The only downside was Lin Xue discovering his ability, but thinking of tomorrow’s mutual interview, he saw it as a silver lining.

If his ability proved useful in the Sacred Ruins, he could join the Cangyou Wildcat Team.

Successful missions meant hefty rewards.

Though Wen Yin never asked for repayment, as a boy, Su Qi had his pride.

After logging the debt and washing dishes, he replied to a few messages.

Outside, the sky had fully darkened.

Though it was earlier than his usual bedtime, tomorrow was important.

After a quick wash, he slipped into warm blankets.

As his breathing steadied, he gently touched the spot Wen Yin kissed, drifting into sweet dreams.

In Lin City, someone else was tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Lin Yin Mansion, a prestigious complex, was renowned not just for its luxurious decor and exquisite design but for its distance from Lin City’s two Sacred Ruins, ensuring unmatched safety.

Residences here weren’t just bought with money.

Yet, in a lavishly decorated, girly room within this mansion, a cute, loli-like voice rang out, laced with indignant squeals.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh! How could this happen?! That Su Qi… he dared to impersonate my novel! I’m so mad!!!”

If Su Qi were here, he’d be shocked.

The voice belonged to none other than An Xiao Ling, the geeky classmate who’d stomped his foot that afternoon.

But now, An Xiao Ling was unrecognizable from school.

Her freckled face was gone, replaced by smooth, flawless skin like a peeled boiled egg.

Her plain black hair, usually tied back, was now styled in cute, flowing twin tails adorned with pink ribbons, adding to her charm.

The biggest change was her ears.

With her twin tails, they were exposed—longer and more delicate than a human’s, like an elf’s from a manga.

Fuming, An Xiao Ling sat in a wide gaming chair, her white-stockinged feet propped inelegantly on it.

Despite the unrefined posture, her petite frame and fair skin made it oddly endearing, like a bratty younger sister.

Her computer screen displayed a document titled Lilies Bloom, Buds Blossom Too.

Aside from the title, it was blank.

She was clearly stuck.

Bang bang bang~

Frustrated, her cute, pale fingers tapped the desk.

But it didn’t help—her muse remained silent.

Pouting, she blamed Su Qi again.

“Hmph, Su Qi, tomorrow I’ll make you pay.”

Clenching her tiny fists and muttering her plan, a sound interrupted.

Ding~

The microwave’s chime rang clearly from outside the bedroom.

With no writing ideas, An Xiao Ling hopped off the chair in bunny slippers and headed to the kitchen.

A savory aroma wafted from the timed microwave.

Sniffing it, her amber eyes sparkled with excitement and longing.

Excitement, because the bento inside was delicious, boosting abilities and warming the stomach comfortingly.

Longing, because the bento’s seller, “Boss Su,” was the ideal, gentle yuri older sister of her dreams.

Her makeup was flawless, her skin silky, her aura faintly fragrant.

Each time she handed over a bento, it was with both hands and a warm smile, embodying the perfect wife—both heartwarming and intoxicating.

Thinking of Boss Su, then of Su Qi, the “big-face cat” who’d impersonated her writer identity, An Xiao Ling carefully took out the half-eaten bento from yesterday, reluctant to finish it.

Smelling its aroma, she muttered, “Ugh, both surnamed Su, how can the gap be so huge?”

As she prepared to eat, her phone blinked.

A message from the Cangyou Wildcat Team group chat.

Normally, group messages meant work, like a task for a wage slave, so she wasn’t keen.

But opening it, her eyes widened, her spirits soaring.

What?

Tomorrow, Boss Su, the night market bento seller, was joining the team to cook?

A mutual interview?

Was this an idol meet-and-greet?!

“Yay! ヾ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ”