Going to the Bathroom

That night, Luo Ye arrived at a room.

Fan Jian said, "This is my son's room. It's been empty since he left for work, so you can sleep here."

"Okay, Uncle," Luo Ye said politely.

But Fan Jian frowned.

Uncle?

Who was he calling Uncle?

He turned to look at the room next door, which was where Fan Xinya and Su Baizhou were staying.

Their courtyard had three rooms in total: one for him and his wife, one for his son, and one empty room.

After he brought Fan Xinya back from Hangzhou, she moved into the empty room. Originally, if Su Baizhou came back, she would have stayed in Luo Ye's room. But with Luo Ye here, Su Baizhou could only share a bed with her mother.

The toilet was in the courtyard, so they had to go outside to use it.

Luo Ye was still a little unaccustomed to that.

But when in Rome, do as the Romans did. There was nothing he could do about it.

Yet Fan Jian did not leave. He plopped down on the edge of the kang bed in Luo Ye's room and asked sternly, "Kid, what do you like about my Fanfan?"

Hearing that, Luo Ye put on a serious expression.

He did not dare hide anything from his uncle.

He had already come to his senior sister's home. If he still claimed not to like her, he could guess that his uncle would throw him out the very next second.

Luo Ye was so nervous that he did not notice the form of address at all.

"I don't know!"

Luo Ye answered with great force. Then, seeing Fan Jian's fierce expression, he shrank his neck and said earnestly, "I can't put it into words, but Senior Sister really is outstanding. As long as it has anything to do with her, I like everything about her."

Fan Jian nodded deeply in agreement.

That was right. His Fanfan truly was that outstanding.

But his younger sister's marriage had not been happy, so when it came to his niece's life decisions, he, as her uncle, had to be strict.

"Kid, what does your family do?"

"Huh? My aunt and uncle run a company. They make game software."

"Who asked about your aunt? I'm asking about your parents."

Fan Jian glared at Luo Ye fiercely.

Answering a different question and changing the subject—huge points deducted.

"Parents? I don't have any."

Luo Ye said it calmly. Clearly, he had long gotten used to living without parents since childhood.

"What?" Fan Jian frowned and looked at Luo Ye in confusion.

"I don't have parents. They died in the line of duty before I was old enough to remember."

Looking at the young man's unchanged expression, Fan Jian froze.

How could one make Fan Jian feel unbearably guilty with a single sentence?

Luo Ye had done it.

The moment those words came out, Fan Jian felt as though needles were piercing his heart. It hurt like hell.

He had a child too. He was also a father, so it was easy for him to imagine his own child growing up alone without parents...

But... no.

Fan Jian put on a resolute expression once more.

He could not soften his heart. Fan Xinya's experience was right there before him. No matter how pitiful Luo Ye was, he was still an outsider. Fan Jian had to think for Su Baizhou.

His niece was excellent. He had heard that Jiang University had already recommended her for graduate studies. Soon, the Fan family would have its first graduate student. She was beautiful too, so Fan Jian had high standards for her future boyfriend.

Winning the approval of parents like them was not as simple as playing the victim.

Besides, it was not that he looked down on children without parents, but those who grew up in unhealthy families often had personalities very different from others and could easily clash with people.

He could sympathize with others, but he could not gamble with his own family.

Wait, the kid had not said they passed away. He said they died in the line of duty? What did that mean?

"When you say they died in the line of duty..." Fan Jian asked quietly.

At those words, Luo Ye remembered what his aunt had told him.

His parents had not deliberately abandoned him. They were the people in the world who loved him most.

But things had not gone as hoped. Because of their identities, his father and mother had made too many enemies.

A criminal, seeking revenge against them, attacked Luo Ye when he was only a few months old, along with Luo Ye's mother.

To protect him, both of his parents died in the line of duty.

After hearing the story, Fan Jian burst into tears.

"Damn criminal!"

He punched the edge of the kang bed, then hugged Luo Ye and said solemnly, "Child, from now on, I'm your uncle. I'm your family."

Luo Ye: ...

You were way too emotional.

Luo Ye had earned Fan Jian's approval.

But it was actually useless.

Within this household, Fan Jian ranked only above his son and was not even as important as Da Huang in the courtyard.

Da Huang was an old yellow dog that had been raised for nearly ten years. He guarded the house and courtyard and was incredibly fierce—far more useful than Fan Jian.

After Fan Jian left, Luo Ye lay on the kang bed, staring at the somewhat rough ceiling.

Although it was not as noisy as the city, this place gave people a warm feeling.

Luo Ye began recalling everything he had experienced that day.

The scenes in his mind soon froze on the moment on the bus, when Fairy Senior Sister had leaned against his shoulder.

At that thought, Luo Ye rolled back and forth on the kang bed in excitement, completely unable to calm down.

Fortunately, he had already finished writing that morning's novel update. Otherwise, his readers would have had to suffer today.

Late at night.

Luo Ye was awakened by the urge to pee.

He sat up from the bed in a sleepy daze, then wore a blank expression.

The toilet... where was the toilet?

Luo Ye put on his slippers, opened the door, and walked into the courtyard.

On a rural night without moonlight, it was completely pitch-black.

At that moment, Luo Ye could not see a thing.

He wandered all around the courtyard, searching for the toilet.

Soon, he reached a small dark shack.

Unable to find the light switch, he could only turn on his phone's flashlight.

Looking at the inside of the little dark room and smelling the pungent odor in the air, Luo Ye confirmed that this was the toilet.

After relieving himself, Luo Ye turned off the flashlight and walked out of the toilet.

Just then, a figure walked in and collided with Luo Ye.

Su Baizhou let out a pained cry. Hearing his senior sister's voice, Luo Ye reacted immediately. He stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Su Baizhou's waist. Just as he was about to strike a cool pose, his foot suddenly slipped, and he fell anyway.

But before hitting the ground, he pulled Su Baizhou in front of him, making himself her cushion.

"Senior Sister, are you okay?" Luo Ye asked.

"I'm fine."

Su Baizhou looked at the young man pressed against her. Her tone was neither happy nor sad, but in the dark night, Luo Ye could not see that her face had already turned bright red.

It was too dark to see anything. Only their eyes held the faintest glimmer of light.

They looked at each other instinctively, neither of them saying a word.

Senior Sister's body was soft. She usually wore loose clothing, and only when they were pressed so close did Luo Ye realize that her figure was perfect.

He could clearly feel two rabbits being squashed against his chest, unable to move.

Holding his senior sister's body, Luo Ye had only one thought in his heart.

Happiness...

"Have you held me long enough?"

Although Su Baizhou did not resist, if this continued, she feared she would faint.

For some reason, her face was burning, and her consciousness was almost becoming hazy.