Chapter Seventy: Reunion

Chapter Seventy: Reunion

“Miss Yaya, so beautiful—look, that tall spinning metal wheel over there is the amusement park of K City. It’s called a Ferris wheel. If, on a spring afternoon, you sit inside with someone you love, leisurely basking in the sunlight and admiring the scenery, it’s truly an exquisite experience…”

“Miss Yaya, so beautiful—look, that’s the largest domed theater in K City. Next month, a world-class orchestra will perform there. With your refined temperament, you’d surely love such elegant music.”

“Wow! Miss Yaya, so beautiful…”

Inside a stretched luxury car, Second Young Master Xu was like a bronze cockroach ignited with cosmic energy, bouncing animatedly at Yaya’s side, enthusiastically showering her with compliments, his eyes burning with sparks.

On the seat beside them, Baicai wore a long face, arms crossed, grinding her silver teeth so hard they clicked, her complexion ashen as she watched Second Young Master Xu lavish attention on Yaya…

Though she truly had no interest in this decadent rich boy, still—this scoundrel! Wasn’t he always circling around her before? Now, seeing this girl called Yaya, he was like a fly drawn to cream!

Baicai puffed her cheeks in indignation—there was yet another reason she disliked Yaya: this girl had been cohabiting with Chen Xiao?!

“Miss Yaya, so beautiful—look, that’s the tallest building in town, Double X Tower. The revolving restaurant on top is the most atmospheric and authentic French restaurant in K City. If I ever have the chance to dine there with such a beautiful young lady…”

At last, Second Young Master Xu’s barrage of compliments provoked a response from Yaya—she’d been gazing out the window, her face full of wonder at the scenery whizzing past. For a girl who spent her days indoors, the outside world dazzled her.

“Excuse me…” Yaya’s cheeks flushed as she spoke carefully.

Seeing Second Young Master Xu’s eagerly expectant look, Yaya smiled shyly. “Excuse me, is the egg fried rice at the French restaurant tasty?”

“Egg… fried rice?”

“Yes.” Yaya’s smile was sweet. “Chen Xiao really likes egg fried rice.”

Egg… fried rice…

Second Young Master Xu silently vowed never to eat egg fried rice again in his life.

The car continued down Skeleton Street, quickly finding the “Sunbuck” café—among the few shops on this street, it was easy to locate.

As soon as they stepped inside, they saw Chen Xiao standing in the shop, lost in thought. Yaya, leading the group, spotted Chen Xiao instantly; her eyes lit up with joy, she called out and bounded over, arms flung wide.

“Xiao Wu!”

A more enthusiastic voice rang out behind her, and a shadow streaked past Yaya at lightning speed, rushing up to fiercely hug Chen Xiao’s shoulders!

“Xiao Wu, who would have thought we’d live to see each other again!” Second Young Master Xu grinned mischievously, but his hand, reaching behind Chen Xiao’s back, thumped him twice, leaning in to whisper with a wicked smile, “Good fellow! If the police hadn’t found your family, none of us would’ve known you were playing at keeping a beauty hidden away.”

Earlier, Old Tian had said that after Yaya was taken by the police, she’d met up with Second Young Master Xu and the others. Chen Xiao knew he couldn’t hide Yaya’s existence from his friends. Hearing this half-joking interrogation and feeling the drum-like fists on his back, he could only smile wryly. “Well… she’s just…”

“Xiao Wu! I’m so hurt! After all these years, I never knew you liked the lolita type.” Second Young Master Xu gave Chen Xiao a thumbs up hidden from the others, winking. “You’re something else, brother! Keeping such a rare treasure at home.”

From the back of the shop, the chubby man in an apron appeared, holding a kitchen knife, with fish scales clinging to his face. Seeing the group, his gaze landed on Yaya; his mouth dropped open, his squinty eyes widened, unmoving, staring at her.

The afternoon sunlight poured into the clean café, Yaya standing by the massive floor-to-ceiling window. The sunlight kissed her cheeks, giving her an indescribably fresh air. In the sunlight, she looked like a radiant work of art, her white dress immaculate, seeming as if even she carried the freshness of sunlight.

The chubby man was stunned. Dazzled. Dumbfounded. And then… he drooled.

Then… his grip on the kitchen knife loosened unconsciously…

And then—

“Ahhhhh!”

A heartrending scream shattered the joyful reunion, as the chubby man hopped on one foot in a corner, clutching his left foot, a bloody kitchen knife lying on the floor.

From the kitchen, a fiery figure burst forth—Zhu Rong, clad in red leather. It was hard to imagine she’d wear leather in such heat, but perhaps fire manipulators had extraordinary heat resistance.

“Huh?”

Zhu Rong caught sight of Yaya, immediately beaming as she hurried over to inspect her up and down. “Chen Xiao, this must be the blue… girl you’ve been hiding at home?”

Luckily, with guests present, Zhu Rong swallowed the word “blood,” though her excitement was a bit intimidating for Yaya. Yaya, feeling uneasy under her gaze, instinctively hid behind Chen Xiao, lightly tugging his sleeve.

“Ahem.” Chen Xiao forced a smile, clearing his throat. “Let me introduce everyone.”

He pointed to Zhu Rong. “This is Sister Rou.”

He gestured to Second Young Master Xu and Baicai. “My friends, Xu Yifan and Bai… Girl.”

After some thought, he pointed to the chubby man.

The chubby man puffed out his chest excitedly, his gaze full of anticipation as he looked at the extraordinary Yaya.

Zhu Rong waved dismissively. “That guy’s just someone we picked up. He’s our temporary private chef, no need for introductions.”

Then she glared. “Hey, chubby, you look like you have something to say?”

“Uh… Actually, madam, I just remembered the fish still needs gutting…” With that, he hobbled back to the kitchen.

…

After the raucous reunion, everyone sat down to talk. Mentioning Chen Xiao’s solo stand on that day, allowing Baicai and Second Young Master Xu to escape first, Second Young Master Xu dropped his playful demeanor and spoke solemnly, “Xiao Wu, I owe you my life.”

“Well… actually… it’s nothing…” Chen Xiao rubbed his nose.

“I know. The factory exploded afterwards. If I’d stayed, I’d have died.”

Soon, Second Young Master Xu returned to his true nature and shifted the topic to Yaya, stroking his chin as he scrutinized Chen Xiao, laughing. “You really kept it secret. This flower-like little sister, you must have been hiding her at home for quite some time. And… this little sister’s background is strange. If I hadn’t helped, the police would have taken her as an unregistered citizen.”

With the Xu family’s influence in K City, arranging legal identity for Yaya was easy.

“Here, ID card, birth certificate, diploma… even health insurance, I’ve taken care of everything.” Second Young Master Xu produced a pile of documents for Chen Xiao. “But, can you honestly tell us where this little sister came from?”

Chen Xiao looked troubled.

Zhu Rong smiled softly, glancing at Second Young Master Xu. “You’re a Xu family child. Hmph, your father probably doesn’t control you much?”

Despite his usual flirtatiousness, Second Young Master Xu showed none of it in front of the fiery Zhu Rong. He stood respectfully, bowing, every inch the dutiful junior. “Yes. My father instructed me that if I met you and the others today, I must be respectful and follow your lead. Whatever you ask, the Xu family will comply.”

Hearing this, Zhu Rong’s expression grew complex. She was silent for a moment, then sighed. “We’re just retired old folks now, there’s nothing much to instruct. Your father is thoughtful. I find you agreeable, so there’s no need to stand on ceremony. Just be yourself—don’t imitate your father’s hypocritical merchant ways.”

Chen Xiao grew curious—did Second Young Master Xu’s father, Old Xu, truly have some secret connection with the Service Club?

This incident with the Black Knight, plus Old Xu’s previous introduction of Lu Bancheng, seemed to prove it.

But Chen Xiao was not one to pry. These old folks would speak if they wished; if not, asking was pointless. Though their time together hadn’t been long, he’d already learned their ways: what they wanted to say, they’d say. What they didn’t, questions would be futile.

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