Apologizing to Little Sister

Su Nanxiu sat next to Liu Chang'an, looking at his profile.

His lips were slightly upturned, his nose was handsome, and a few loose strands of hair fell in front of his forehead, making him look more boyish than he did back then, and less tough than he did in his turbulent years.

In university, boys like this are indeed more popular. Su Nanxiu had already noticed that ever since she, Zhu Juntang, and Liu Chang'an stood outside the teaching building, girls had been casting their gazes at him.

There are probably as many girls in this school who have feelings for him as there are sycamore trees on campus.

Su Nanxiu saw the smile on Liu Chang'an's face. He gently shook his head, the curve of his lips very gentle.

Su Nanxiu knew he was looking at Zhu Juntang, probably thinking that the brat was both stupid and funny.

Thinking of Zhu Juntang, Su Nanxiu involuntarily frowned. Confinement seemed to have no effect on her, but Su Nanxiu was unwilling to give up if she didn't punish Zhu Juntang for his nonsense today.

"I heard you've been spying on me?" Liu Chang'an asked suddenly.

Su Nanxiu snapped out of her daze, a look of surprise on her face. "Who told you that?"

"I guessed."

"Nothing of the sort." Su Nanxiu took out a small fan from her cloth bag, shook it, and laughed, "Why would I be spying on you?"

"Carrying a fan even in the dead of winter, your spirit remains unchanged for a hundred years," Liu Chang'an said with a smile.

"What do you mean by 'unchanged for a hundred years'?" Su Nanxiu calmly took out her ID card from her cloth bag and placed it on the edge of the table. "I'm only fourteen years old."

After the conversation ended, Liu Chang'an began to flip through a book.

After class at noon, Liu Chang'an texted Qin Yanan to ask if she had any food.

Qin Yanan replied with only one word, and Liu Chang'an then headed up the mountain.

I don't really want to eat at the cafeteria today because it's been a while since I've tasted Qin Yanan's cooking... although it's very likely that Sister Lan is cooking now.

Upon arriving at Qin Yanan's home, one could only see Sister Lan tending to an orchid in a pool between the bedroom and the living room.

Sister Lan seems to take quite meticulous care of her orchids.

Literati in ancient times often did this. For example, they named the boy who was responsible for grinding ink "Nong Mo", and when he warmed the bed, he might call him "Nong Yu".

Above the pool is a transparent glass panel, through which you can see the blue sky and the starry sky, but in this season and weather, all you can see is drifting mist.

The pond was shallow, with round black and white pebbles at the bottom. Several pots of orchids sat on a floating plate in the center, and a few daffodils had already sprouted flower buds in the water.

"Miss Qin is in the kitchen." Sister Lan was a plump woman, her bare feet stepping in the sink. Perhaps this would remind some novelists and artists who often want to express sorrow of the feeling of secretly watching the neighbor's new bride when they were young, giving them some inspiration to create some plump and voluptuous works.

Liu Chang'an walked towards the kitchen, where Qin Yanan, wearing a short skirt and vest, and an apron, was stir-frying a pot of frogs.

A few beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, and strands of hair swayed as her wrists trembled. Her gentle, domestic demeanor was completely different from her usual self.

"There are frogs to eat!" Liu Chang'an leaned closer.

"Are you Shangguan Dandan?" Qin Yanan asked without turning her head.

"What?"

Qin Yanan didn't explain anything, but the phrase "There's XX to eat" seems to be a common phrasing used by Shangguan Dandan, such as "There are meat buns to eat."

"We're in for a treat today," Liu Chang'an said, patting the girl's butt.

"Sister Lan was busy with those flowers and didn't have time, so I just took over. You just happened to be there at the right time," Qin Yanan explained expressionlessly. It wasn't because he was coming over for dinner that she specially cooked for him.

"What happened last time was due to my lack of consideration," Liu Chang'an apologized, seeing that she was still full of resentment.

Men should be good at apologizing and have the courage to apologize.

Apologizing to your wife is a sign of wisdom in life.

Apologizing to your boss is a sign of maturity.

Apologizing to a friend is a tactful approach.

Apologizing to your lover is a romantic gesture.

Apologizing to your child is a parenting strategy.

Apologizing to his sister—that's the famous love story of the unrelated siblings surnamed Li.

"What is it? I forgot." Qin Yanan's tone remained unchanged, and she even turned her head to give him a stiff smile.

As little girls grow up, they don't accept apologies as easily anymore...

Sigh, Liu Chang'an thought of the little girl from back then. Every time it was time to visit her brother at school, even if she was already grumbling about how she would scold and complain to him when they met because he was late, she would still run and jump towards him as soon as they met.

"It's good that you've forgotten about it." Liu Chang'an was still very happy.

Qin Yanan resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him, because often when a woman is truly angry, she refuses to make eye contact with a man with a blank expression. When she starts rolling her eyes, it means she's willing to make eye contact with you and give you the opportunity to figure out what to do next through your eyes and expression.

Qin Yanan was so angry with him last time that she didn't come to coax him for so long. She only came to him when she wanted to eat his cooking.

Forgive him so easily? He might take advantage of her and become even less considerate of her feelings.

They come from wealthy families, like Zhu Juntang, but under normal circumstances, they all have some special talent in the art of controlling their husbands... No, this isn't the art of controlling husbands, it's the art of controlling older brothers.

Liu Chang'an seemed to have nothing to do, standing in the kitchen watching Qin Yanan cook. Fortunately, Qin Yanan wasn't like some clumsy rich young ladies who, despite their good looks, might turn a steak into a failed barbecue steak or think there were over a hundred steps involved in making instant noodles.

Qin Yanan finished cooking, handed the plates to Liu Chang'an, took off her apron, went back to her room to dry her hair and change her clothes, before sitting back down at the dining table without any hint of unease.

"Knowing you were coming, Miss Qin sent me off to tend the flowers and cooked for me herself. Her cooking skills are far superior to mine." Sister Lan, with the wisdom of an adult, spoke up appropriately to avoid the other person misunderstanding her sentiments.

"Sister Lan, what nonsense are you talking about? You're the one who wanted to grow flowers and asked me to help you." Qin Yanan's cheeks flushed red. She stole a glance at Liu Chang'an and found him looking at her. Instantly, the blush spread from her cheeks to her neck, and she quickly lowered her head to eat her rice.

"Yes, yes." Sister Lan chuckled. It felt so good to be in love... But her own husband was also good. He could satisfy her maternal instincts and sometimes pampered her like a little girl.

"Eat, eat." Liu Chang'an called out. It was rare to have frogs to eat. These frogs were probably farmed, and they tasted better than the ones he used to catch in the fields. After all, wild frogs had a muddy smell that needed to be removed, and adding seasonings inevitably affected the original flavor of the ingredients.

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