Jiang Qiuyi's Weakness Exposed

The dishes were served.

Uncle Jiang put away his documents and turned his attention to the dining table, completely unaware of his daughter's little antics beneath it.

"Chen Wen, you'll be a senior next year. What are your plans?" Uncle Jiang asked as his first question.

"I'll probably look for an internship," Chen Wen answered. Jiang Qiuyi's little foot reached over again, making him pause before adding, "My advisor said there'll be some recommended companies."

"Does your dad not have any arrangements for you?" Uncle Jiang asked after taking a bite of food.

"Him? He probably wants me to join his company after graduation." Chen Wen shook his head, feeling the little foot circle over his thigh. He could not help glancing at Jiang Qiuyi across from him.

Jiang Qiuyi lowered her head and ate her sweet-and-sour ribs, one elbow propped on the table to make it easier for her lower body to exert force. She avoided Chen Wen's gaze.

"I saw your father a few days ago." Uncle Jiang remained utterly oblivious. "He told me that you still have to choose your own path in the future. Don't you have any other ideas?"

"Not for now," Chen Wen said honestly.

If he could, he would have liked to stay home making handicrafts forever. But without a source of income of his own, that was hardly something he could justify.

"You could be a content creator with me~" Jiang Qiuyi interjected from across the table. "I have over a million followers on Bilibili now. Even with just four or five videos a month, I can make over ten thousand yuan."

Jiang Qiuyi's piano videos were not particularly difficult to produce. If she worked full-time, she could put out an episode in a day or two, so her current income did not fully reflect the true earning power of a creator with a million followers.

Even so, that income was already enough for her to live normally in Hu City with plenty left over.

"Chen Wen plays that... what was it... Bili Bili too?" Aunt Lu asked curiously.

"It's Bilibili..." Jiang Qiuyi rolled her eyes.

"Mm." Chen Wen nodded. "I've posted a few videos already, mostly about the handicrafts I make."

Uncle Jiang, sitting beside him, frowned slightly but said nothing.

Aunt Lu, who was more open-minded about such things, continued asking, "Is that so? Qiuyi downloaded it for me, but I hardly ever use it. If I follow you, will I be able to see your videos?"

"Oh, just let me handle that for you." Jiang Qiuyi took her mother's phone, tapped around for a while to follow Chen Wen, then conveniently opened the Interpreter's videos for her to watch.

Aunt Lu fast-forwarded through one of the videos and clicked her tongue in wonder. Patting her daughter on the shoulder, she said, "Chen Wen's stuff is much more interesting than yours. Those songs of yours are so dull to listen to."

Jiang Qiuyi widened her eyes and puffed out her cheeks in protest. Beneath the table, the foot tormenting Chen Wen's thigh became even more energetic.

Chen Wen began to feel a little uncomfortable. He could only prop one elbow on the table to block Uncle Jiang's view while using his other hand to adjust his waistband.

Fortunately, Aunt Lu's attention was on the video, while Uncle Jiang ate with meticulous focus, his eyes never wandering.

Otherwise, if either of them had glanced even slightly beneath the edge of the table, they would definitely have seen something unusual.

More than half an hour later, most of the food on the table had been eaten.

Aunt Lu began nagging again.

"Summer may be hot, but you can't set the air conditioning too low, or you'll catch a cold easily."

"Okaaay~" Jiang Qiuyi replied, though her foot did not stop moving.

"Even after your exams, you need to practice piano every day. And do some yoga too. Look at that little belly of yours."

"Where?!" Jiang Qiuyi protested indignantly. "I'm only around fifty kilos now. How am I fat?"

"Even if you're not fat, you should still exercise. It's good for your health, after all." Aunt Lu instructed her. "You young people just don't take care of yourselves. Once you reach my age, you'll know how hard it gets!"

"Got it." Jiang Qiuyi pouted and stretched out her other foot as well, lifting the leg of Chen Wen's shorts and brushing against his leg hair and skin.

Chen Wen instinctively drew his leg back and looked helplessly at Jiang Qiuyi across from him, only to see her grinning as she winked at him.

"Chen Wen does this part very well." Aunt Lu began holding up someone else's child as an example again. "Look at Chen Wen. He goes out for a morning run every day, right? And from this video, making these handicrafts clearly counts as exercise too."

"When he gets older, he'll definitely be healthier than you."

"You should learn from him more. Stop being so unable to control yourself."

Jiang Qiuyi was dissatisfied. "I go morning running too. Why don't you praise me?"

"Isn't that all thanks to Chen Wen?" Aunt Lu glanced at her daughter, clearly knowing her personality well. "You don't look like someone willing to get up on her own."

Humiliated by her mother like that, Jiang Qiuyi took all her frustration out on Chen Wen.

Her two smooth little feet stepped all over Chen Wen's legs, making the strange feeling inside him grow stronger and stronger.

In the end, Chen Wen could not take it anymore. He still used one elbow to block Uncle Jiang's line of sight, then reached his other hand beneath the table and grabbed one of Jiang Qiuyi's ankles.

Jiang Qiuyi was clearly startled. One foot withdrew, but the ankle of her other foot was firmly held in Chen Wen's palm.

The delicate skin beneath his fingers felt pleasant to hold. As if possessed, Chen Wen used his fingers to tickle Jiang Qiuyi's sole.

Jiang Qiuyi shivered slightly and hurriedly covered it up by taking a drink. Her gaze toward Chen Wen carried a hint of pleading.

Aunt Lu was still beside them, reminding them of this and that, completely unaware of the little fun beneath the table.

At that moment, Uncle Jiang received a call on his phone. He said something, then got up and went outside to answer it.

Now, Chen Wen's hands were completely free, and both could reach beneath the table.

So for the next while, Jiang Qiuyi could only hold back her expression and endure Chen Wen's mischief with her feet. Every time her sole was tickled, she had to make some movement to conceal it.

Those were still manageable.

But when Chen Wen touched the smooth top of her foot, Jiang Qiuyi's expression immediately changed. Her face flushed, and she even let out a soft "Eep."

"What's wrong?" Aunt Lu asked suspiciously.

"My foot, my foot hit the table..." Jiang Qiuyi lowered her head and finally pulled her foot back, reaching down and pretending it hurt a little.

"Are you okay?" Aunt Lu frowned. "You're all grown up, yet you're still so clumsy."

"It was an accident." Jiang Qiuyi complained, shooting a watery-eyed glare at the completely unruffled Chen Wen.

This guy had been getting more and more mischievous lately.

After the little interruption passed, Uncle Jiang soon returned, paid the bill, and prepared to leave.

They rode back to Huajing Garden in the two elders' car. Chen Wen accompanied Jiang Qiuyi in saying goodbye to Uncle Jiang and Aunt Lu at the entrance, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

That night, after showering and lying in bed, Jiang Qiuyi blushed as she smacked Chen Wen with a pillow. "It's all your fault! Can you just touch a girl's feet whenever you want?"

"You started it first—"

"I'm not listening, I'm not listening!"

Watching Jiang Qiuyi throw an unreasonable tantrum, Chen Wen rarely found himself laughing aloud.

While Jiang Qiuyi was shaking her head, Chen Wen stretched out his hand again and caught her ankle.

"Don't!"

"Ugh... R-really, you can't..."

[Plot Notes]: I've always believed that being a straight man or woman is not something people are born with. At least, most people who label themselves "straight" are not truly that straight; they have simply rarely, or never, tried certain things in a relationship. So in the story, Chen Wen will not remain absolutely rigid from beginning to end. His personality will still be straightforward, but when facing Jiang Qiuyi, he may gradually reveal a side different from before. The degree of this change has actually been advancing bit by bit all along. I wonder if you have been able to feel it.

Also, some readers worry that things are already this sweet early on. What will the author write later? Will the plot become repetitive, or even grow tiresome?

I had actually considered this before starting the book. I was also worried that I would not be able to write it for long. Even my editor reminded me that stories where the heroine gives herself away so readily rarely run long. Of course, my editor added afterward that for the current me, producing results first was more important.

But I have given thought to whether I can make this premise last. At present, I have some solutions as well. We'll slowly see how it goes later.

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