Cousin

Around noon, Ling Yun and his daughter finally returned to the villa.

"Grandma, Grandma, I bought you a gift!" The little one ran into the living room as soon as she got out of the car.

"Is this my niece? So cute! Come, Auntie, let me hug you," a white figure rushed over upon hearing the noise.

"Yueyan, she's still young, don't scare my granddaughter," Lin Qiuyan scolded.

"Got it, Auntie," Lin Yueyan pouted dismissively, pinching the little one's cheek.

"Grandma, who is this auntie? And stop pinching my cheek, we're not close." The little head tilted, looking incredibly cute.

"This is your father's cousin, your Aunt Yueyan," Lin Qiuyan squatted down and patted her head.

"Oh, did Aunt Yueyan bring Qianqian a gift?"

"Ah, I was in a bit of a rush when I came and didn't know I had a little niece. I didn't bring anything, but I'll make it up to you next time," Lin Yueyan said, scratching her head a little embarrassed.

"Okay, but you have to remember, or Qianqian won't talk to you anymore," she turned her head and pouted.

Lin Qiuyan chuckled beside them, finding her granddaughter a real treasure.

"Mom, who's here?" Ling Yun's voice arrived before he entered.

"Oh, it's Yueyan, your third uncle's daughter. Do you remember her?"

"Oh. That chubby girl? I remember." Ling Yun entered the living room carrying a large pile of things. Seeing his cousin, he thought, 'Girls really do change as they grow up.' Her formerly chubby figure was gone, replaced by that of a standard beauty.

"Hmph, stinky cousin, you dare call me fat? Auntie, look at him, he's bullying me," she said, acting spoiled towards Lin Qiuyan.

"Alright, you're both grown up, arguing as soon as you meet," Lin Qiuyan said, exasperated.

"Tell me, Mom, why is Yueyan here?"

Ling Yun remembered that although his maternal grandfather strictly forbade his family from contacting his mother, his uncles would secretly visit Ling Yun, sometimes giving him money. However, his stubborn mother refused it. His third uncle, in particular, had always been very good to him.

Lin Qiuyan explained truthfully, "Oh, it's like this. Your cousin was a student at my high school. She just graduated and got into Jiangbei University. School starts in a little over ten days. She heard I was here last night and came to visit."

"Oh, so Mom wasn't going out today because she was waiting for her? Mom, you could have just said so, and we could have picked her up together."

"I was afraid you wouldn't have time. Anyway, it's good I'm not going out; I can revise student assignments."

"Grandma, I bought you a gift! This is money Qianqian earned by being cute!"

The little one said this as she took a pillow from Ling Yun and handed it to Lin Qiuyan, her face full of pride, seemingly waiting for praise.

Lin Qiuyan smiled and said, "Oh, my little granddaughter, you know how to be filial! Tell Grandma quickly, how did you earn money by being cute?"

Lin Yueyan was also curious and pricked up her ears to listen.

The little one then recounted her day of busking.

Ling Yun went into the kitchen to start cooking at this moment.

Zhou Hongqi, an internet celebrity, had accumulated over a hundred thousand followers by consistently posting emotional quotes and short essays online. While shopping this time, she inadvertently heard Ling Yun singing and naturally recorded it.

Still on her way, she isolated the part where Ling Yun was singing and posted it directly to Weibo, with the title "#Jiangbei City's Current Wandering God of Song, here is the link to the God of Song's performance..."

As a prominent internet figure, Zhou Hongqi naturally had a large following, many of whom constantly paid attention to her. When they saw Zhou Hongqi post a new Weibo, many immediately clicked on it.

Some didn't even look before clicking directly into the comments.

"Haha, I'm first! But this time it's not quotes, it's a video?"

"Which God of Song went to Jiangbei? Could it be the Zhang God of Song?"

"Doesn't matter, this old man will watch first!"

"Sounds good, sounds good, please tell me the song title."

"Share."

"I can't take it anymore, it reminded me of my first love."

"Wow, my male god, he's handsome and sings so well," commented a fangirl.

Soon, the likes, comments, and even reposts on this Weibo began to skyrocket crazily. The topic gradually climbed into the top twenty of Weibo's trending list.

Moreover, it seemed to have created a public effect, leading to an ever-increasing number of reposts.

After hearing Qianqian talk about busking, Lin Qiuyan was fine, but Lin Yueyan was astonished. When did her cousin become so talented, earning over nine thousand yuan by singing just two songs?

She had initially wondered how her cousin lived in a luxurious villa and why her aunt looked so much younger after only a short time apart, almost unrecognizable. Her skin was so fair it made even her, a youthful beauty, jealous. Now, it made sense. Her cousin must have bought very expensive cosmetics. The key question was, what song was he singing?

With questions in her mind, she opened Weibo on her phone. The screen was filled with information about the "Wandering God of Song," accompanied by videos.

"Quick, look, look! It's cousin! And my niece! Auntie, look!" Lin Yueyan excitedly showed them the video.

Although the video was only a segment, they could still hear that the song was incredibly beautiful.

"Aunt Yueyan, was Qianqian amazing?"

Lin Yueyan looked at Qianqian in the video and said, "Aiya, Qianqian is too cute!" She then kissed her.

Lunch was ready, and the aroma wafted from the kitchen.

"Auntie, I'm not talking to you anymore," the little one said, her eyes fixed on the kitchen.

"What is it?" Lin Yueyan wondered, confused.

But the little guy didn't answer her. He just walked to the stairs and called out, "Little Tiger, time to eat!"

With a "swish-swish," a little puppy came running down.

"Pant, pant."

"Pant, pant."

Lin Yueyan absolutely adored pets. Seeing such a tiny, adorable, and dopey puppy, she was smitten and refused to let go.

Ling Yun came out of the kitchen with dishes. "Mm, Qianqian, Mom, cousin, Little Tiger, come eat!"

"Wow, stinky cousin, you made all this? Amazing, it looks so good."

"Auntie, hurry up and eat, or Little Tiger will eat it all," Little Qian Qian reminded him.

Lin Yueyan, however, didn't pay it any mind. How much could an underage puppy eat? But the next moment, she was proven wrong.

What was all this? It was too delicious. This was the first meal she'd eaten in eighteen years that was this good. Lin Yueyan couldn't stop eating.

"Ah, this is so wonderful. How great would it be if I could eat such delicious food every day?" Lin Yueyan thought truthfully.