Chapter 13: Satire

So, through the rearview mirror, Xie Cheng could only see her constantly tapping fingers and tightly pursed red lips, looking somewhat unhappy.

Strange, very strange indeed.

Xie Cheng's mind was full of question marks when he found out he had to pick up Plague God; his entire body resisted, as countless experiences over the years had taught him.

If this darn girl got into a car with Bo Yan, she would definitely stick around like a plaster that couldn't be shaken off.

Eager to cling to Bo Yan all the time, then chirpily voicing complaints nobody else wanted to hear, whiny and arrogant as well.

With her in the car, it definitely couldn't be this quiet, but … was the sky about to rain blood or what? She was actually … this quiet? This didn't make sense!

If it weren't for that same body still being there, he would have thought she wasn't Yuran anymore.

As he was endlessly complaining inwardly, the phone in Yuran's hand suddenly vibrated and buzzed. Looking at the caller ID, she slightly curled up the corners of her lips and slid to answer.

"Mom!"

"Baby, you have your college entrance exam in a couple of days. Xiaoqi came home today, and I asked him to pick you up from school. Did he get you?" Bo's mom was particularly worried her son might act in defiance of her wishes.

Yuran knew of Bo's mom's worries, and to be fair, if she were in their place, she wouldn't want to pick someone up either, but this attitude of Bo's mom …

She wondered whether the previous Yuran had become like that because of this indulgence or if there was something inherently wrong with Yuran herself.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm in Brother Qi's car right now, we'll be home in about ten minutes!"

"That's good, that's good. We've already prepared a meal at home, baby, with lots of your favorite foods. Oh, what would you like to drink?"

"Thanks, Mom. Whatever you decide is great!"

Bo Yan didn't know when he had opened his eyes, his deep and dark eyes looking sideways. The girl's cherry lips moved gently, her tone carrying a mild coquetry that was soothing, comforting the person on the other end of the phone, smiling as brilliantly as the dawn.

It was apparent; she was really earnest, comfortingly speaking to the person on the phone, her gratitude genuine.

Yuran was entirely engaged in the phone call, not noticing Bo Yan who had already woken up. When she hung up the phone and felt that old, familiar gaze, she looked over to find Bo Yan as he was initially, eyes half-closed, feigning sleep.

Xie Cheng watched in amazement. Was this still … the Plague God he knew?

It must be fake!

…

"Where are you living now?" Yuran, who was clutching her phone ready to continue battling in a game, suddenly heard Bo Yan ask this next to her.

She paused, thinking that Bo Yan was probably worried about being questioned by Bo's mom and not having an answer, she frankly said, "I used the money left by my parents to buy an apartment, low cost yet well-located, convenient for going to school in the future."

"Where?"

"Museli!"

Yuran answered briefly, her tone neither resentful nor apologetic, rather forthright.

After a pause, Bo Yan asked again, "Why don't you live in the apartment we had before?"

Yuran had taken over four of his properties, all in great locations and of high quality, extremely private. Any one of them was way better than Museli.

"That's your house, Brother Qi. What would it look like if I moved in?" As soon as she said it, Yuran regretted her words and raised her eyes intending to explain, but seeing Bo Yan's mocking expression, she immediately dismissed the thought.

Coming from her mouth, the words did carry some irony, considering she was the one who had taken over multiple properties before.