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Chapter 2.1
The main point is he should treat my sister well
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“Eh? You seem to be pretty happy ever since you returned yesterday,” said Mu Zibei coldly. He had been sitting in front of her reading a book, and stopped to comment.
Bo Ziren put down the book she had been reading as well.
“Do I?”
“Yes.”
Mu Zibei nodded intently and tried to probe the story out of her.
“Can you tell me who you ate out with?”
She had returned late last night, but her mother and Uncle Mo hadn’t said anything and had only looked at her quietly. But Mu Zibei, who was always blunt with his words, had already asked her about her outing several times that morning.
“It was just a friend.”
Bo Ziren refused to admit that it had actually been Cheng Jingbo.
“I understand. Everything starts with friendship.”
Bo Ziren knew her brother held a strange old spirit within him. She smiled faintly and said nothing more.
Mu Zibei closed his book and sat down beside her. He cupped his hands around his face and sighed.
“In this family, I can only talk to you about emotional issues. Mom and Dad are too terrifying, and Mu Zidong is too childish.”
“…..”
“I wonder if I will meet someone I like in the future.”
“Yes. You’re still so young. You’ll meet many people in the future.”
Mu Zibei frowned and wrinkled his brow a couple of times, before finally acquiescing.
“Yes,” he said.
Bo Ziren breathed a sigh of relief.
“Now it’s your turn. Mu Zibei faced her. “Who is he?” he asked.
Bo Ziren had no choice but to lower her eyes back to her book and continue reading.
Mu Zibei contented himself by immersing his mind into an imagined, future brother-in-law.
“The brother-in-law must be very cool,” he muttered to himself. “He will play games with me and have a good temper. He will let me bully him, but he won’t be allowed to bully me. He won’t smoke because I hate the smell of cigarettes, and I wish my father would stop smoking, but I can’t nag him about it. He must also be very handsome so your baby will come out beautiful…”
Bo Ziren felt her temper begin to rise.
“The most important point though is that he should treat my sister well.”
Bo Ziren raised her eyes to look at Mu Zibei, and feeling moved by this last sentence, reached out to tousle his hair.
“Beibei,” Liu Xinyu said, pushing the door open. “It’s almost time. Hurry up and get ready. Daddy is waiting to take you to the training center,” she urged.
Mu Zibei stood up and ran to his room to get his school bag ready.
Liu Xinyu looked after him indulgently, before turning to her daughter, her eyes dimming. After a slight hesitation, she said, “If you will be coming home late again, remember to call me in advance.”
“Alright. I’ll remember.”
“Then I won’t disturb you.”
Liu Xinyu gently pulled the door closed.
Bo Ziren sat in her room quietly and let her mind wander back, recalling the details of last night’s meeting with him in the Hidden Black Mysteries. As she had followed behind him, her attention had been wholly focused on the hand he’d held. The terrifying plaster waxes around them hadn’t alarmed her as she’d stared down at their hands. She had been more afraid in that instance of revealing her feelings about him, than any scary figures around them.
She didn’t dare express her feelings to him and let him know she liked him. She didn’t possess any confidence to speak the words out loud.
Ever since she’d been young, whether she was happy or sad, delighted or disappointed, all of her emotions had always been quietly placed in a small little box inside her, never to be revealed to anyone else.
She also didn’t dare imagine any future scenarios. Her current situation was enough for her. At least she could have him by her side, lovingly read the books he recommended, listen to him speak as they wandered the streets together, give him chocolates, and hold his hand in the dark as they headed for the bright exit. She also loved his name and felt her chest blossom with a warm feeling every time she read it.
This was enough. She couldn’t imagine anything more.
She’d read a Japanese novel a while back, that had once been popular among thousands of teenagers, with a scene about how it felt to like a person. The main character had said that having feelings for a person was like walking alone in a spring field, then suddenly happening upon a cute, little bear in front of you, inviting you to roll around and play together. The situation would be too hard to refuse, and you would undoubtedly agree to play with it.
Although she knew every person’s likes weren’t the same, there was one feature she shared with that character. She was more than willing to walk over to him and experience his world by his side.
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A few days later, Dr. Chen Zhe returned from his business trip and met with Bo Ziren again. During this meeting, he found that she had slightly changed.
After chatting with her for more than half an hour, he tried to broach a topic that she preferred not to touch.
“When you were young, did your parents ever hit you?”
“No.”
“What about throwing a tantrum at you?”
“A few times.”
“What was the reason?”
Bo Ziren went silent as the memories began to replay in her mind. One winter, her father had fallen ill and refused to take his medicine, preferring instead to hide in his room like a child in a daze. She had inadvertently entered at one point and found herself faced with a shocking scene. He’d been holding a thin blade inside a cluster of flames, then quickly slid it sharply across his arm in a thin scratch with a muffled groan. His expression changed briefly into one of bliss and a strange smile appeared on his handsome face. She had then asked, with fear in her voice, what he was doing. His nervous breakdown exposed, he’d turned towards her with pain in his eyes and began having a panic attack. He begged her to leave him alone, and the next time she saw him, he’d told her to let him go.
Chen Zhe noticed that she did not react to the story she’d just told. She also didn’t seem to have heard his question.
“I don’t know why he was angry. I actually don’t know him well. He’d rarely ever been home,” she said.
“Then do you know the real reason for your parents’ divorce?” he asked again.
“They got separated because of their bad personalities,” Bo Ziren said, then stopped and looked up at him.
“Doctor Chen, I remember you asked me about this last time.”
“Just confirming.” Dr. Chen touched his forehead and said, “Let’s discuss this now. You don’t even talk to your mother, which is very strange. Don’t you want to get close to her?”
“I’m an adult, so I can’t always be by her side like when I was a kid.”
“Is that all? Suppose you hug her, how would she react?”
“I haven’t tried.”
“You can make a guess.”
“She might be a little nervous.”
“Nervous? Is she afraid of you?”
“I don’t know, but she sometimes hides from me.”
Chen Zhe looked thoughtfully down at the now still hourglass and smiled.
“It’s time.”
Bo Ziren thanked him, and as she stood up, Chen Zhe told her, “Lastly, I would like to wish you a good date today.”
She looked at him speechlessly, and quickly clarified, “I don’t have a date.”
Chen Zhe picked up his phone and confidently waved at her.
“Teacher Cheng texted me to ask when our session would be finished. He can’t wait to see you.”
“……..”
“I lied. He didn’t text me.”
Chen Zhe put his phone down.
“I just made an educated guess since you wore a dress today. It’s very eye-catching.”