Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

Chapter 18 Zhou Wenqiong's Fallacies

The Zhou family lived in a three-bedroom, two-living-room house, with the mother and daughter each having their own room.

I don't know what the old lady was thinking, but she didn't tidy up the other bedroom.

At this moment, Zhou Wenqiong was lying in bed, watching the TV series "I Love My Family" with great satisfaction.

She kept glancing at Zhou Xiaobai, just to see if he was asleep.

Zhou Xiaobai instantly realized that this had been planned all along.

It's really inconvenient for two people to sleep together, mainly because I often have to go to the space to chat with An Qianqian and practice songs.

If my older sister develops the habit of sleeping with me, it will delay our family's longevity plan.

However, as the only male in the family, I am delicate and precious, so it is my turn to enjoy my older sister's big and fragrant bed.

Since you're so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless too. With a serious expression, he snatched the blanket from the older sister, ignoring her leather pajamas, and declared, "The teacher said there's a difference between boys and girls. Go tidy up the room over there, and you can sleep there."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wenqiong was both annoyed and amused.

Are they trying to force me to sleep in a small wooden bed? Are they trying to take over my place?

Since that's the case, then we'll give you a proper lesson so you'll know who's the king/queen of this house: "Oh, little brat, you know about the difference between boys and girls? Then tell me, what's the next line after 'the difference between boys and girls'?"

Having been ignorant and incompetent in his past life, and still lacking any literary talent in this one, Zhou Xiaobai barely knew any characters. He replied irrelevantly, "What next line?"

Zhou Wenqiong smoothed her beautiful, wavy hair and adapted a classical poem to deceive him: "Men and women are different, then comes parental love; parental love, then siblings are born; siblings are born, then comes sibling love; with love, they naturally sleep peacefully together."

She paused, then said, "Brother, we must uphold propriety and respect our ancestors!"

Zhou Xiaobai was stunned and hated himself for being uneducated.

It seems we need to get An Qianqian to speed up her pace and accumulate enough popularity points to exchange for "One-Click Learning" to open her mind, otherwise this pedantry will eventually choke her up.

Although he couldn't understand what Zhou Wenqiong was saying, he argued illogically: "That...that's not right either, anyway, you can sleep over there."

"Sit here, let me tell you another story about 'a sister-in-law drowning and being rescued with a helping hand'... The sage said that special circumstances require flexibility..." Zhou Wenqiong patted the edge of the bed and began to make up a story, full of lies. "What's our situation now? We're so poor that we only have this one quilt. Are you trying to make me freeze to death in the middle of the night?"

As she spoke, she touched her own soft, supple skin and rambled on, "Sister, I'm exposed to the wind and sun outside, and my skin looks as old as tree bark. I need to sleep on a Simmons mattress to nourish it. What are you up to by making me sleep on that wooden bed over there? Are you disgusted with me?"

As if to complement her words, a fitting line suddenly popped up on TV—"I'm already being nice by not disliking you, and you still dislike me?"

Zhou Wenqiong pointed at the television: "See, the television is always right, isn't it?"

Zhou Xiaobai followed her gaze, and the male actor's voice rang out from the television: "I'm not criticizing you, I'm just... giving you a heads-up!"

"puff!"

Zhou Xiaobai was so angry he vomited blood!

Zhou Wenqiong burst into laughter, snatching the blanket from Zhou Xiaobai's hands: "What are you dawdling for? Get in bed! Want to get a beating?"

Zhou Xiaobai was full of resentment and turned to glare fiercely at the troublesome older sister.

Instead of being annoyed, Zhou Wenqiong met his gaze, as if she was determined to fight again.

It's no wonder Zhou Wenqiong insisted on sleeping together; the root of the problem was Zhou Xiaobai—while taking a shower, Zhou Wenqiong noticed a peculiar fragrance on Zhou Xiaobai's body, like the scent of sunshine, warm and comforting that seeped into her heart.

For her, the allure of this scent surpasses that of any top-tier perfume.

Zhou Xiaobai ignored her, his head bowed, inwardly cursing: If we weren't family now, do you think I'd be afraid of you? Once I've taken you in, I'll beat you until you call me "brother"...

The thought had barely formed when the system chimed in, "Oh! You're up to no good! Tsk tsk tsk! If you've got ideas, then hurry up and accumulate popularity points! I support you in dealing with her."

"you--"

Zhou Xiaobai hesitated, not wanting to talk to that idiot system!

For a seven-year-old child, sleep is essential for growth—at this moment, Zhou Xiaobai felt sleepy, so he snapped the light off and groped his way into bed.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, the commotion started again.

Zhou Wenqiong lifted a lock of her long hair and gently brushed it against his face, the ticklish sensation pulling him back from the brink of sleep.

This is clearly because she's got a lot of acting skills, and now she wants to play a mother.

Zhou Xiaobai was furious and could no longer tolerate it, so he decided to stop!

He shrank back, but his eyes showed disdain: This older sister was clearly lacking in composure, far inferior to the Hong Kong female celebrities whose pictures used to adorn the bedsides of orphanages.

He figured he might as well use his popularity points in conjunction with his previous life's cultivation techniques to boost her energy. After all, this amount of popularity points couldn't accomplish anything significant, so he might as well use it up here for now.

Then, a warm current began to flow quietly across Zhou Wenqiong's chest, bringing a strange sense of comfort.

Zhou Wenqiong felt something was strange, but she didn't think about it too deeply.

Gradually, the two drifted off to sleep...

The next day,

Zhou Xiaobai's biological clock woke him up on time.

He brushed the long hair from his face, pushed away the clutches on his body, quietly dressed and got out of bed, then slipped out of the room.

An enticing aroma immediately filled the living room; the old lady's breakfast was already on the table.

Plump, white steamed buns, steaming hot dry noodles, golden-brown poached eggs, and piping hot soy milk.

Needless to say, this was the most lavish breakfast he had ever had in his life.

It feels so different to have a home here.

Zhou Xiaobai felt a warmth in his heart and quietly wiped the corner of his eye.

"Xiaobai, why are you up so early? Did your sister wake you up?" The old lady came up to greet him with a smile.

"No, Aunt Zhou," Zhou Xiaobai replied obediently.

"Go wash up quickly, eat well, and go to school." The old lady couldn't hide her smile. After so many years, how could she not be happy to have her son call her "Mom" so early in the morning?

When Zhou Xiaobai finished washing up and sat down at the dining table, she found that Zhou Wenqiong was already there.

Strangely enough, she slept exceptionally well last night, the most restful sleep she'd had in years.

With plenty of energy, the urge to stay in bed naturally disappears.

She glanced at her chest, then at her smiling mother beside her, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue, leaving only a hesitant expression.

This hearty breakfast made Zhou Xiaobai burp repeatedly.

But Zhou Wenqiong kept feeding Zhou Xiaobai eggs, using the eggs as a gesture of sibling affection.

Zhou Wenqiong finally stopped after the old lady intervened.

Just after finishing her meal, Zhou Wenqiong said to herself, "Come on, I'll take you there. If we run into Qianqian, we can let you two get to know each other first."

These words terrified Zhou Xiaobai; he had to hold on for the last two days no matter what.

He hurriedly refused, saying seriously, "Anyway, we'll see each other the day after tomorrow, so it won't make a difference if it's just a little longer. Besides, you can take me to school after National Day."

After some explanation, Zhou Wenqiong finally gave up her idea of ​​sending him to school.