Uncle and Auntie (Revised)

Liu Yuewang heard the text message tone on the uncle's phone next door, but of course she didn't bother to look at it closely. She had only glanced at it unintentionally while he was reading an online novel; how could she continue looking at someone else's phone screen? Liu Yuewang was a very cultured and polite professional woman.

But he casually turned off his phone screen without any expression, which made Liu Yuewang suspicious. This person must have received some kind of pornographic message, such as a solicitation for prostitution, and was embarrassed to read it in public. Maybe he would secretly read it later.

Liu Yuewang didn't mind; middle-aged men are all lustful. She just unconsciously shifted her position, moving closer to a girl on the other side and further away from the man. Then she took out her phone and sent a message.

"Uncle, let me tell you, the old man next to me is peeking at pornographic content, and he's even peeking at me!"

Just as Liu Yuewang finished sending the message, the middle-aged man next to her had his phone screen light up again, only to quickly turn it off again.

Liu Yuewang felt a bit puzzled by the coincidence; she had just sent two messages, and the person next to her had just received two messages?

Liu Yuewang didn't think much of it, idly looking at her phone, waiting for the other person to reply. This uncle was indeed knowledgeable, but what she hated most was that he never actively replied to messages. Liu Yuewang had read an article on her WeChat Moments that said if your friend cares about you, they will definitely reply to your messages instantly; otherwise, it means they don't take you seriously.

It seems that in that uncle's eyes, I'm just someone to chat with; he'll talk to me when he has time, and he won't bother with me when he doesn't.

Still no reply. Liu Yuewang pursed her lips and took out her phone again.

Liu Chang'an remained calm, because he had turned off his phone, fearing she might send another message and make his phone ring again.

It's one thing, two things, but not three. Three times in a row, he received a message right after she sent it. This is too strange. Even if Liu Yuewang wouldn't go so far as to snatch his phone, it's inevitable that she would stare at him with a probing and questioning look.

This time, Liu Yuewang didn't text Liu Chang'an; instead, she texted An Nuan: "Does Liu Chang'an always reply to your messages instantly?"

An Nuan replied to Liu Yuewang instantly: He doesn't have the mind to play with his phone all the time. He basically won't touch his phone when he's doing something else. He'll only check his phone when he remembers after he's finished. As for replying to messages... it's up to him.

Upon receiving this reply, Liu Yuewang couldn't help but wonder: Was the article on her WeChat Moments inaccurate? Or did Liu Chang'an simply not care about An Nuan?

Thinking of this, Liu Yuewang had another question for the uncle, so she sent him a message: "Uncle, my boyfriend is so slow to reply to my messages. I feel like he doesn't care about me. Other people's boyfriends reply instantly. Do you think I should break up with him?"

After sending the message, Liu Yuewang didn't expect the uncle to answer her quickly. She idly shook her phone and then realized that someone was looking at her.

It turned out that Liu Yuewang had sent two messages and then completely forgot about the middle-aged man next to her. She casually placed her phone on her lap and tapped the screen with one finger to send messages. During this time, an elderly couple boarded the subway. The middle-aged man gave up his seat, and the elderly man let his wife sit down.

The middle-aged man was now staring at Liu Yuewang. Liu Yuewang had already offered her seat, but hadn't noticed. She quickly stood up and gave up her seat, glaring defiantly at the man. Did he think he had some moral superiority just because he offered his seat first?

"Why are you glaring at me?" Liu Chang'an said.

Liu Yuewang was stunned for a moment. She was so beautiful, how dare he casually strike up a conversation with her?

Liu Yuewang disliked talking to strangers, especially middle-aged men who gave her a bad first impression, so she snorted and simply walked to the next carriage, since there were no seats available anyway.

Liu Chang'an watched Liu Yuewang's retreating figure with amusement. Women are truly amazing creatures; look at their multiple faces. If he didn't have an omniscient perspective on Liu Yuewang, how could he have distinguished her disguise from her multiple identities and discovered that they were all the same person?

He's able to play different lives only by utilizing his amazing physical abilities.

Watching Liu Yuewang leave, Liu Chang'an took out his phone, turned it on, and replied to Liu Yuewang's three messages.

"Everyone has their own preferences. The rise of online novels is driven by social demand. I remember that the now-legendary 'Four Great Classical Novels' didn't naturally occupy such a high position. Moreover, the threshold for novel writing has lowered, and all sorts of novel and amazing ideas are shining like stars in the sky. In terms of creativity and the imagination that expresses humanity's strong desire to explore the unknown world, it far surpasses the past. When facing any field, we can simply take the essence and discard the dross."

"How do you know someone is peeking at you if you don't peek at them? Besides, they might just be openly looking at you. After all, you're a super beautiful girl that everyone loves. Being so good-looking is like a scenic view; it's only natural for passersby to stop and admire you."

"Why are you here again? It's about your boyfriend again, and whether you should break up with him. I think when you're actually facing him, he wouldn't be this annoying. Otherwise, you wouldn't be asking me here whether you should break up with him; he would have already broken up with you."

After sending the message, Liu Chang'an waited for her reply. Unlike him, Liu Yuewang very quickly, but she was also easily angered. She would often feel that others were being mean to her, and if they spoke in a bad tone, she would say goodbye and not want to talk to him anymore.

"You... you're yelling at me again! Your tone must have been awful, and your face was all fierce! How am I annoying?"

"You have a really strong imagination; I was clearly speaking in a calm and gentle tone."

"It's fierce, it's fierce!"

"Yes, I'm on the subway. I've arrived at my stop."

Are you taking the subway too?

"Yes."

"No... it can't be that much of a coincidence, can it?"

"What?"

I have a feeling I just saw you.

"No, I only saw a middle-aged woman, not a pretty young girl."

"Heh, I thought the sleazy old man I saw looking at pornographic content was you."

"Hehe, goodbye, it's my turn to be angry today."

Liu Yuewang was also angry. The subway stopped, and she chased after him to the original carriage, but the middle-aged man was no longer in sight. She felt a mix of shyness, anticipation, and nervousness. Could it really be such a coincidence? If it was him... he probably didn't recognize that she wasn't actually An Nuan, right?

No way, there's absolutely no such coincidence. Liu Yuewang suddenly realized with some frustration that no one could possibly mistake her for a middle-aged woman, so there was no such romantic chance encounter.