A Good Bro Should Turn into a Woman for His Bro

You Su was still thinking that He Mingpei seemed quite normal, but he was immediately proven wrong.

He couldn't tell if he was blind or He Mingpei was blind; was he dressed too femininely today?

"Master He, you've misunderstood... Actually, I..."

You Su was about to explain that he was actually a man when he was immediately interrupted by an angry shout.

"Miss You! That's enough!"

You Su was initially taken aback, then winked at He Kongyue, who had spoken.

"I never expected that even now, you'd still say my father misunderstood! Was our heartfelt conversation last night all a lie?! If you didn't want to admit it, why did you agree to come to the He family's house?!"

"I..."

You Su was completely bewildered.

"Moon! How dare you speak like that! Have you forgotten what your father taught you? You must be gentle and courteous towards women."

He Mingpei shouted in a stern voice, and his imposing manner was even stronger than He Kongyue's, despite his hunched posture.

"Father, I didn't mean that. You go in first. Miss You is still a little shy and timid. I'd like to talk to her alone." He Kongyue's voice softened again.

He Mingpei then gave You Su an apologetic smile and said:

"Miss You, don't be frightened. Kongyue is still very gentle. You can talk things out. I'll go inside and wait for you."

You Su could only nod blankly.

After saying this, the old man walked shakily into the ancient courtyard behind him.

Seeing the old man enter, He Kongyue pulled You Su out the door. There were restrictions here, He Kongyue didn't have to worry about He Mingpei overhearing their whispers.

She slowly brought her head close to You Su's ear and whispered:

"Sister You, you have to please her..."

The warm breath exhaled from He Kongyue's sandalwood mouth brushed against You Su's cheek.

Surprisingly, it smells quite good...

You Su felt a strange unease; it was somewhat awkward for two grown men to be whispering so close together.

Especially since she herself has become 'Sister You'...

He quietly moved a little further away, only then remembering the agreement he had made before entering the room to "go with the flow".

Judging from this, He Mingpei has probably really gone mad, as she can actually mistake herself for a woman.

"Brother He, do you want me to dress up as a woman?"

He Kongyue nodded shyly:

"That's right, my father has already recognized you as a woman. If you insist on proving yourself, he might become confused. Once he gets agitated, the consequences are unimaginable."

You Su pursed her lips, still wanting to get to the bottom of it:

Did your father have any difficulty understanding men and women?

"I'm not sure either... Actually, my father is under house arrest here and basically doesn't react to outsiders, but he's particularly interested in you."

Why is that?

"I suspect it's because I've always met with others in the public reception room, but with you, we met in my private study. He must think you're special."

"So that's how it is..."

"Furthermore, my father really wants me to find a dao companion, so he assumed you were a woman I was on good terms with. And your attire today was rather... well... so he prejudicially assumed you were a woman."

Upon hearing this, You Su finally understood He Kongyue.

"So, Brother He, you mean... to go with the flow and let me continue pretending to be a woman, firstly to comply with your father's wishes, and secondly to serve as a shield for your father's pressure to get married?"

"You understand me best. This way, we achieve two goals at once."

How can we kill two birds with one stone?

"Firstly, it will soothe my father's illness, and I won't have to suffer the torment of blind dates he sets for me anymore; secondly, my father will definitely take good care of you, his future daughter-in-law, and you can also build a good relationship with him and get more information about that woman from him. After all, my father has been insane since I can remember, and I know very little about that woman, but my father is different."

He Kongyue's lips curled up; You Su had absolutely no reason to refuse the benefits she offered.

Little did she know that even she couldn't get anything about He Shutong out of this senile old man, so how could You Su possibly get any information?

Upon hearing this, You Su also fell into thought. He Kongyue thought that he was unwilling to pretend to be a woman, so he grabbed You Su's hand.

Feeling the warmth of the large hand in hers, He Kongyue's cheeks flushed even more. Her eyes were filled with helplessness and expectation, and she leaned forward slightly, as if silently expressing her plea:

"Please help me, Sister You!"

He Kongyue's hands were unusually soft and supple, suggesting she rarely did heavy work.

You Su was taken aback by her actions. "Brother He must really want my help... Don't normal men grab the shoulders? Why is he grabbing my hand?"

"There's no need for such formality between Brother He and me." You Su grasped He Kongyue's hand and gently lowered it. "I will cooperate with you."

"Thanks!"

He Kongyue smiled broadly, outshining even the beautiful camellias around her.

You Su still preferred the carefree He Kongyue, so she joked:

"As the saying goes, a true brother is one who becomes his woman when he needs one. Since Brother He has such a need, I, You Su, am duty-bound to oblige."

???

He Kongyue was utterly astonished. Where did this cheesy nonsense come from?

As he spoke, You Su did a gesture that only good buddies would make: he affectionately put his arm around He Kongyue's shoulder and patted it on the shoulder.

He Kongyue leaned her shoulder against You Su's chest, her face flushed red, and she couldn't help but want to shrink back.

He had many friends, but he had never made such intimate gestures before. One reason was that he felt such rough behavior was out of character, and the other was that it would annoy others.

But why don't I feel so averse to him holding me...?

No! It's too close!

He Kongyue quickly woke up, broke free from You Su's embrace, and said in a low voice with a reproach:

"You Su, don't forget you're a woman! What kind of woman hugs a man like that!"

You Su suddenly realized, and then reluctantly withdrew his hand, bowing slightly and saying in a high-pitched voice:

"Then, Young Master He, come and put your arm around me..."

He Kongyue listened to the female voice that You Su had used and found it somewhat convincing, so she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

However, she certainly wouldn't hold You Su like that. The concealment Law Treasure bestowed upon her by the people of the Divine Mountain was so powerful that even Void Glimpse Venerable would find it difficult to see through, unless she actively dispelled it. But this only changed the appearance; the actual tactile sensation remained unchanged.

She always dressed very appropriately to minimize skin exposure. She often wore a bralette underneath, and because of a childhood habit of binding her breasts, she actually had small breasts...

Even though I have small breasts, it's still something I need to be mindful of!

"How can you hug and kiss someone when you first meet your parents? That's so improper!"

At this moment, He Kongyue resembled a stern and serious old man.

"Come in with me."

You Su cleared her throat and then gracefully walked through the gate.

This wasn't the first time he'd dressed as a woman, so he wasn't particularly bothered. In fact, it reminded him of the time he and Miss Xue Ruo had disguised themselves as women and infiltrated the young master's residence at Jade Ring Pool. He never imagined that a skill he thought he'd never need would come in handy now, and his longing for her only intensified.

He Kongyue stared in disbelief at her own bold strides, then at You Su's graceful figure.

Dude, so you've actually been a woman?

"Tone it down! You're walking way more provocatively than my maid!"

He Kongyue felt she couldn't bear to look; she couldn't even tell whether she or You Su was the real woman...

The two hadn't been in the courtyard for long when the door creaked open.

He Mingpei, with a kind smile on her face, stood by the door, presumably having been waiting for the two of them.

"Miss You, please come in quickly. I have prepared some fragrant tea."

"Thank you, Patriarch He."

You Su smiled gently.

Upon entering the room, the first thing you smell is a strong herbal aroma; this elderly man with dementia must spend his days with medication.

After the three of them sat down, He Kongyue thoughtfully poured tea for the two of them.

He Mingpei's gaze darted back and forth between her son and You Su, nodding frequently in satisfaction, her lips curving into a smile that never faded.

"Father..."

He Kongyue frowned and gently reminded her.

He Mingpei then withdrew her slightly offensive gaze and began to chat casually:

"Is this your first time visiting the He family, Miss You?"

"Reporting to Patriarch He, this is the third time."

"This is the third time already?"

He Mingpei didn't seem particularly surprised. He knew exactly how many times You Su had come here. It was precisely because You Su had been able to enter Yue'er's study, which Yue'er never allowed outsiders to enter, that he paid special attention to this person.

"Really, Yue'er, you've come three times already before bringing Miss You to see me. Do you think your father is too ashamed to show his face?"

He Kongyue was somewhat embarrassed. "You're exaggerating, Father..."

"That's not how it is, Patriarch He. Actually, Brother He mentioned it to me, but I'm too timid to come see you. I only mustered up the courage to visit you today after making up my mind," You Su said, making excuses for He Kongyue.

He Mingpei nodded with satisfaction. Apart from mistaking You Su for a woman, he really seemed no different from a very old man.

"I was just trying to scare him, I didn't mean to blame him. By the way, Miss You's surname is quite rare, may I ask where your ancestral home is?"

"I am from Chuyun City."

"Chuyun City?" He Mingpei's expression froze slightly, as if recalling where this was. "You mean that city surrounded by mountains on three sides, shrouded in mist and clouds, right?"

"That's right, it's Chuyun City."

"Then Miss You must be very good at eating spicy food?" A glint of shrewdness flashed in He Mingpei's eyes.

Chuyun City is very humid, and everyone loves to eat spicy food to dispel dampness, You Su is no exception.

"It's acceptable," You Su replied modestly, still puzzled.

"Eating spicy food is bad, it makes you feel hot and bothered; eating sour food is good, if you like sour food, you won't get sick," He Mingpei advised with great seriousness.

He Kongyue raised an eyebrow. "This is nothing! They're already talking about sour for boys and spicy for girls?!"

"Dad! Let people eat whatever they want, why are you interfering?"

He Mingpei laughed heartily, "Yue'er is right. It would be best to eat both spicy and sour food, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

You Su smirked, "Thank you for your guidance, Patriarch He. I'm not picky about food."

"That would be perfect!" He Mingpei was very satisfied with You Su's performance. "May I ask how old Miss You is this year?"

"Eighteen years old," You Su answered truthfully.

"Oh my, Yue'er is almost thirty years older than you!" He Mingpei exclaimed. "Don't look down on him!"

He Kongyue's face darkened, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak.

This idiot father of mine, why does he have to bring up age for no reason! Cultivators are quite old, this age difference is nothing at all!

More importantly, we shared the same ideals and had a very pleasant conversation!

"No, Young Master He is in the prime of his life and is the most popular young nobleman in Henggao City. I am just a country bumpkin from a small place. I hope Young Master He doesn't look down on me."

"He dares?!"

He Mingpei slammed his hand on the table, causing the exquisite tea table made of red bloodwood to tremble three times. He then smiled kindly and asked:

"Are Miss You's parents cultivators? What level of cultivation do they possess?"

"Dad, are you going to find out everything about that other family?" He Kongyue rolled her eyes.

"Isn't this all for your own good?!" He Mingpei was so angry that her veins were bulging. "You're just thinking about an old cow eating young grass, haven't you ever considered that you might be older than her father?! How can we talk about marriage without asking you clearly?"

If You Su's parents were ordinary people, this would indeed be a possible phenomenon...

He Kongyue was utterly speechless, her face flushed with a charming blush. "Father, can you please stop worrying so much? I've finally found someone I love, how can I care about so many things?"

"Reporting to Patriarch He, I am an orphan, without father or mother," You Su confessed with a smile.

He Mingpei's face immediately stiffened, and she glared at He Kongyue, as if silently questioning him:

Where did you find this treasure, kid? You have such a sharp eye!

"I apologize for my rudeness, Miss You. My He family never judges people by their background, because no one's birth is superior to ours. Miss You, you've already reached the Spirit Platform Realm at the age of eighteen. Such talent is top-tier even in Henggao City. Anyone who looks down on you is simply blind."

"Miss You is indeed exceptionally talented," He Kongyue echoed in praise.

"Master Xie and Young Master Xie certainly agree." You Su nodded slightly, showing her bashfulness.

"Of course, Miss You, may I ask where you studied? With your talent, you must not be wasted." He Mingpei was very concerned about You Su.

"Father, Miss You is the second disciple of the Lotus Sword Venerable of the Xuanxiao Sect. She comes from a prestigious school and is far more capable than me."

"Lotus Sword Venerable?"

He Mingpei stroked his beard as he recalled that when the Lotus Sword Venerable became famous, it was precisely when he began to go mad, so he only had a vague impression of this Venerable.

"That Miss You is a Sword Cultivator?"

"Just some fancy but ineffective martial arts moves."

"Women cultivate swordsmanship..." He Mingpei tilted her head slightly, her eyes seemingly reminiscing about the past, and sighed softly, "Cultivating swordsmanship is good..."

Is sword repair good?

You Su frowned slightly; this old man didn't seem to be as averse to women practicing swordsmanship as he had expected...

Does that mean He Mingpei didn't actually hate her daughter who ran away from home because of the sword?

You Su suddenly realized that the idea of Mistress returning to the He family might not be a pipe dream.

"Miss You is skilled in both literature and martial arts, and possesses many talents. Compared to her literary talent, her swordsmanship is Lower Vehicle."

He Kongyue changed the subject, not wanting to get entangled with the Lotus Sword Venerable.

"Indeed! Of all the poems and essays Yue'er sent me last time, the one that impressed me the most was 'On the Love of Lotus.' I felt that such a piece should only exist in heaven. Even if Miss You doesn't learn swordsmanship, she will surely attain enlightenment through literature. She is a true talented woman!"

He Mingpei did not hold back in expressing her admiration for You Su.

He was under house arrest here, living in a state of alternation between normalcy and madness. He was not interested in anything outside of himself and could not communicate properly with anyone except He Kongyue. His only preference was to read poetry and prose to console himself.

"Master He, you flatter me! That poem Non-Self written by me, and I You Su, am unworthy of it!"

You Su only sought to spread good literary works, never intending to gain a false reputation through them. Otherwise, he wouldn't have insisted on vindicating Mr. Zhou Dunyi when facing the hostile Fairy Lu during the exam that day.

"Not your doing?"

He Mingpei was initially taken aback, but then her eyes revealed approval:

"This poem is indeed not signed by You Su, but Yue'er told me that Zhou Dunyi might be a pen name of Miss You. Miss You is quite frank; with such a renowned name that will be remembered for all time before you, you remain unmoved, which shows that you have truly lived up to your love for lotus flowers."

"Thank you for the compliment, Patriarch He."

You Su is not one to be modest all the time.

He Mingpei looked her over from every angle and became more and more satisfied, clearly convinced that this was the woman who would become his future daughter-in-law.

But that smile quickly turned into sorrow:

"My lady... have you seen it? Yue'er has found a wonderful dao companion..."

The old man sighed deeply, tears streaming down his face. In his emotional state, he also coughed violently.

Upon seeing this, He Kongyue quickly went to help the old man. She saw that the old man had removed the handkerchief covering his mouth, and the handkerchief was now stained with blood.

"Father, please talk less..."

He Kongyue patted the old man's bony back, her eyes filled with pity.

The old man shakily took out a piece of charcoal from his pocket, his mouth opened and closed, but he could only utter a few sobs.

"Miss You... this is Ink Lake Jade. Carrying it will ward off illness and misfortune. Please accept it since it's our first meeting..."

As he spoke, he stuffed the charcoal into He Kongyue's hand. He Kongyue was taken aback and lamented that her father's consciousness was becoming increasingly confused.

He Mingpei, also known as the Venerable Peiyu, had a spiritual practice closely related to jade. It is said that he once possessed a hundred different kinds of jade. Yet, this jade lover even mistook a piece of charcoal in a stove for precious Ink Lake Jade.

At this point, there was no other way but to reluctantly accept it from You Su.

"Please accept this, Miss You. It's a small token of my father's appreciation."

You Su indeed couldn't discern anything mysterious about the jade, but she still reached out and took it, sincerely thanking it.

"You Su thanks Master He."

He Mingpei leaned halfway down on the tea table, smiling contentedly.

"I'm not feeling well, so I'm afraid I can't accompany Miss You... I'll have Kongyue go out with you to visit my He family and get to know more people. Once I'm feeling better, I'll invite you to come visit again..."

"That's certainly the case. Patriarch He, you should rest. It's You Su who has been bothering you."

You Su quickly stood up. "Then I'll take my leave. Young Master He, you don't need to stay with me. Please stay here and take care of Patriarch He."

"My lady... I miss you so much..."

He Mingpei could no longer hear what others were saying, and was immersed in the longing she had accumulated over a hundred years.

He Kongyue's eyes were also red, but no tears fell.

She stood up and let out a long sigh of relief, then helped He Mingpei to the bed:

"Let me see you out first."

You Su nodded silently.

The two walked silently out the door, only He Mingpei's mournful cries echoing from inside the room.

You Su was deeply moved. "Your father truly loved your mother very much."

"My father only loved my mother his whole life, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up in this situation." He Kongyue shook her head. "In this light, those who are affectionate may live longer than those who are deeply in love. At least when his wife died, he had other people to keep him company, so he didn't have to contemplate suicide."

"A passionate person is not necessarily unfeeling. The opposite of deep affection should be indifference."

You Su did not agree with the view that being affectionate is the same as being heartless.

He Kongyue glanced at You Su, her eyes conveying a cryptic meaning:

"To be deeply affectionate is so difficult; I hope Miss You can achieve it."

"I will do my utmost." You Su stopped in his tracks. "Brother He, please see me off here. Go back quickly to take care of your father. Just tell the maid how to get out."

"I'm so sorry to have troubled you today, but I'll see you to the gate. My father does this all the time, it's nothing new, and it won't make a difference. Besides, he can sense where we are, and he'll probably be even angrier if he finds out I didn't see you off."

You Su had no choice but to comply, quickening her pace and asking with concern, "Can't medicine cure it?"

He Kongyue shook her head helplessly. "We've tried all sorts of medicine, but a broken heart is hard to cure. Whenever he's overcome with grief, I read him poems mourning his deceased wife. He seems to find solace in those poems, a sense of shared suffering, which helps him calm down a bit."

Upon hearing this, You Su paused for a moment, then found a flat spot nearby and took out Xuan paper and the Purple Pearl Brush that He Kongyue had given him from his Universe Bag.

"Miss You, are you... going to compose a poem for my father?"

He Kongyue looked surprised as she saw You Su preparing to show off his skills.

"I copied the poem, but it was indeed a gift to your father."

"What my father gave you was just a piece of charcoal, not real Ink Lake Jade." He Kongyue felt that exchanging a piece of charcoal for a poem was an exaggeration, "But I will find a way to find a real one to make up for it."

He Kongyue stood beside You Su was bent over writing on the stone platform. Upon hearing this, He Kongyue felt annoyed and subconsciously reached out and slapped He Kongyue's buttocks.

"Brother He, please move aside. How many times do I have to tell you? There's no need for us to be so petty. If you continue like this, I'll really get angry."

You Su withdrew his hand and continued writing, secretly surprised that Brother He's backside was so soft...

He Kongyue stood there dumbfounded, completely stunned.

The You Su wasn't heavy, but that untouched, plump area felt like it was burning with pain...

How dare you?!

He Kongyue clenched her teeth, wanting to lash out, but forcibly held back.

After all, it's normal for brothers to playfully slap each other; it's actually a sign of a close relationship.

If she gets angry about this, wouldn't that just make things worse?

But we can't let him get away with this for nothing...!

What if it becomes a habit?!

"Brother He, it's finished!"

You Su suddenly straightened up, blew on the Xuan paper, and then handed it to He Kongyue.

"This poem is also a lament for my deceased wife; I hope it can help your father."

He Kongyue was interrupted by You Su, and lost all interest in arguing with You Su.

She took the paper and read the words on it.

"Ten years have passed, and we are separated by life and death. I try not to think of you, but I cannot forget. Your lonely grave is a thousand miles away; there is no one to whom I can speak of my sorrow..."

After she finished writing the poem, she stood there stunned, lost in the sorrow it conveyed for a long time before she came to her senses.

In the blink of an eye, I realized that You Su had been gone for quite some time.

He Kongyue pursed her lips. She knew that this poem was enough to surpass all the poems she had recited to He Mingpei before.

The old man, who was ill from missing his deceased wife, would see this poem as a remedy for his pain.

This poem meant more to He Mingpei than charcoal, or even a piece of genuine Ink Lake Jade.

Otherwise, let's just forget about him spanking me...

As long as he doesn't do it again...

The variety of female protagonists needs to be comprehensive. We already have the tomboy with small breasts, and we'll also have the cunning little loli, but she'll be appearing soon.