DLSRWAR Chapter 25 Don’t get too close to him.

At Grandpa Lu’s house, after spending half the day on homework, it was in the afternoon when Lu Jiawen arrived at the Lu residence, dragging a suitcase behind him.

Grandpa Lu had called him the night before, and Lu Jiawen had booked a flight immediately, flying back from the capital city.

As Ye Hancheng came downstairs to fetch some tea, he spotted a tall and handsome man walking in. His eyebrows arched in surprise.

Aunt He heard the commotion and emerged from the kitchen, her face alight with joy. “Young Master Jiawen, you’re back!”

Lu Jiawen greeted her with a smile. “Aunt He.”

Aunt He assisted Lu Jiawen with his luggage. Noticing a stranger in the house, Lu Jiawen turned to Ye Hancheng with a polite nod. “Hello.”

Aunt He, realizing the two men did not know each other, made the introduction. “This is Ye Hancheng, a classmate of Mianmian’s who is here for tutoring.”

Lu Jiawen asked, “Is Mianmian upstairs?”

Aunt He replied, “She’s in the study upstairs.”

Ye Hancheng cast a disapproving glance at Lu Jiawen, then snorted coldly before turning and heading upstairs with the tea.

Lu Jiawen noticed the displeasure in the young man’s demeanor. “It seems like Mianmian’s classmate isn’t very fond of me.”

Without dwelling on the young man’s attitude, Lu Jiawen asked, “Aunt He, is there any hot water? I’d like to take a shower before seeing Grandpa.”

Back in the study, Ye Hancheng’s expression remained sour.

Qin Yumian glanced at him. “What’s wrong?”

Hadn’t he just gone downstairs to get some tea? Why did he return looking so displeased?

Ye Hancheng grabbed her face, squeezing her slightly chubby cheeks together and making her lips pout.

Qin Yumian: “…”

She felt a bit of an impulse to hit someone.

Ye Hancheng said, “Lu Jiawen is back. You’re not allowed to get too close to him or talk to him more than three sentences.”

Qin Yumian freed her face from his grasp, looking speechless. “Are you being ridiculous?”

Ye Hancheng hurriedly added, “Anyway, you are not allowed to be too close to him.”

Qin Yumian felt that the other party’s behavior resembled someone overly protective of their partner being snatched away by a rival, but since she wasn’t his partner and didn’t like Lu Jiawen, she chalked it up to a mere illusion.

She shot the young man a sidelong glance and responded nonchalantly, “Oh.”

With his wife’s response, Ye Hancheng’s tension eased a bit.

His phone buzzed incessantly in his pocket. He pulled it out to find that Deng Yuanze had added him to a class group chat, and the messages flooding in were from that group.

Little Yang also has six-pack abs: I heard the final exam results are out. When did No. 2 High School become so efficient?

Shang Haojia: Yang Mao, can you get your rumors right? According to what I heard, only the math scores have been released so far.

Deng Yuanze: @Yin Xi, Math class representative, do you have any accurate news?

Yin Xi: Hao Jiajia’s information is accurate. The math scores are indeed out, but Old Lu only told me the pass rate and our class’ ranking in the entire school.

Little Yang also has six-pack abs: Our class’ ranking in the whole school is so obvious—it’s definitely the last place.

Yin Xi: [glasses-pushing up animation] No, our class’ math score ranking is second to last.

Little Yang also has six-pack abs: Second to last? That’s even worse than last place.

After the end-of-term results discussion yielded no new information, the group chat veered into random chatter.

Except for Yang Mao and Hao Jiajia, who were sticking to their stubborn ways, everyone else had changed their nicknames to their real names.

Ye Hancheng scrolled through the list of group members but didn’t see his wife’s name.

He asked in the chat, “Is the sports rep not in the group?”

Deng Yuanze: Brother Han, the sports rep doesn’t have a phone and doesn’t often log onto QQ, so she’s not in the class group.

Ye Hancheng was surprised. In an era where almost everyone had a phone, his wife didn’t have one?!

Ye Hancheng: Does anyone have the sports rep’s QQ number?

Shang Haojia: I do, I do.

Hao Jiajia quickly sent him a string of numbers.

Ye Hancheng: Thanks.

Feeling that mere words of thanks were insufficient, Ye Hancheng immediately followed up with a generous red envelope in the group chat.

Little Yang also has six-pack abs: What the hell?? So much? I actually grabbed over fifty yuan!

Shang Haojia: Oh my god, I got 66.66 [kneeling down to thank the big boss].

Deng Yuanze: Thanks, Brother Han.

Yin Xi: Thanks, Brother Han.

The chat was flooded with messages of “Thank you, Brother Han.”

Ye Hancheng sent Hao Jiajia an exclusive red envelope.

When Hao Jiajia received it and saw the amount, her hand trembled, nearly causing her to drop her phone.

Shang Haojia: Dad! If you need anything in the future, just let me know! Your daughter is ready to go through fire and water for you!!

Little Yang also has six-pack abs: It’s just an exclusive red envelope, and your soul has already been bought off?

Shang Haojia: What do you mean, just an exclusive red envelope? Little Yang, you should check the amount before talking!

Little Yang also has six-pack abs: Tch, I’ll take a look.

Three seconds later.

Little Yang also has six-pack abs: Dad, are you still in need of a son?

Yin Xi: Tsk tsk, you’re all just slaves bought by money, but I’m different. I voluntarily sold myself into slavery.

Shang Haojia: I despise you.

Deng Yuanze: Agreed.

Little Yang also has six-pack abs: +10086.

Big Fatty: Incorrect number, it’s +100 million.

“…”

Ye Hancheng ignored the classmates’ commotion in the group chat and pasted the number Hao Jiajia had sent him into the friend search box.

The search returned a user with an avatar featuring the QQ penguin.

The user seemed to be rarely online, had a low level, with only one star lit up, looking like a secondary account.

The QQ name was simply “Meh”.

Since he wasn’t friends with the user, Ye Hancheng couldn’t view their space but could see their signature.

The signature read: “The future is promising.”

Ye Hancheng thought for a moment and sent a friend request.

As expected, the request was soon swallowed by the void.

Ye Hancheng prodded Qin Yumian’s arm, “Sports rep, what’s your QQ password?”

Qin Yumian raised her head and looked at the young man, puzzled, “What for?”

Ye Hancheng replied, “I want to add you as a QQ friend.”

But his main intention was still to see what his wife’s QQ space was like.

When Ye Hancheng was around thirteen or fourteen, he had lit up all the green and yellow diamonds at the bottom of his homepage.

His QQ space was filled with pretentious and childish posts, a testament to his youthful ignorance—a black history from his younger years.

Qin Yumian said, “I don’t have a phone, so I don’t use QQ often.”

Her QQ account had been set up by Qin Xian after he learned to use the computer.

While flip phones could access QQ, internet usage required a data plan, and Qin “currently very poor” Yumian, wasn’t going to spend money on data. She only used QQ when connecting to someone else’s Wi-Fi.

“Then you should just use my phone from now on,” Ye Hancheng said without hesitation, shoving his phone into Qin Yumian’s hands.

Qin Yumian replied, “…No need.”

Ye Hancheng insisted, “But what if I need to contact you and you don’t have a phone?”

Qin Yumian pushed the phone back towards him, saying, “You won’t have trouble reaching me.”

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#Mini Scene#
Big Orange: Alas, my wife is really too poor right now.

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