The Eve of the New Term

And so, under the sugar-coated bombardment from her eldest uncle's family, Chen Rongrong ultimately decided to move back in with them.

She felt that Liu Mei had a point. She and Zhou Yuwen weren't engaged, much less married, and it didn't look good for them to keep living together.

Besides, the new term was about to start, and there were still plenty of things she needed her eldest uncle's family for. She couldn't really depend on Zhou Yuwen for everything.

She felt somewhat guilty when she told Zhou Yuwen about it. She couldn't help feeling two-faced: she had spoken with such bitter resentment when she left, only to change her attitude as soon as she returned.

She had expected Zhou Yuwen to tease her a little.

Who would have thought that, after hearing her out, Zhou Yuwen would simply nod and say that moving back was the right thing to do?

"They're your family, no matter what."

"No, honey, that's not what I meant. You're the most important person in my life!" Chen Rongrong thought Zhou Yuwen was jealous, so she quickly climbed into his arms to make herself clear.

Zhou Yuwen, however, smiled and said that wasn't what he meant.

He had intended to explain, but the more he tried, the more troublesome it became, so he gave up and helplessly fell silent.

On the night before Chen Rongrong went home, the two of them barely slept. Once she was home, they certainly wouldn't be able to do as they pleased like they did now. In another two weeks, her term would start, and it would be even harder for them to see each other.

So, without waiting for Zhou Yuwen to make a move, Chen Rongrong took the initiative and sat on top of him, giggling as she said she was going to drain him dry that night.

Then they went at it again and again, from nighttime until well into the next day.

Chen Rongrong was still just as tempting, but Zhou Yuwen had been with her like this for two months. To be honest, in his previous life, Chen Rongrong had looked both big and beautiful to him.

In this life, though, he didn't feel quite the same way.

Her dumpling skin had been turned over and over, and there was no telling how many times Zhou Yuwen had played with it.

It was just like that.

That night, the two tried all sorts of positions. Chen Rongrong acted as though they would never see each other again, while Zhou Yuwen said there was really no need for that.

Even if they didn't live together, they could still go out and have fun together during the day.

"But I feel sorry for what I did to you!"

"There's no need for that, either."

It wasn't until six in the morning that they fell fast asleep in each other's arms.

They were so tired that they couldn't even be bothered to bathe. Their bodies were covered in sweat and stuck together, but they didn't care and just lay there on the bed.

A narrow gap showed between the blackout curtains.

The rising sun slipped in through the gap.

The ray of sunlight fell across Zhou Yuwen and Chen Rongrong, their bodies both like works of art.

Zhou Yuwen was strong and sturdy.

Chen Rongrong, meanwhile, had the slender beauty of Yan and the voluptuous beauty of Huan.

Most importantly, the two of them were still joined together, fitting perfectly.

At four in the afternoon, Chen Rongrong took a hot bath, got dressed, and returned to her eldest uncle's home.

During the last two weeks, Chen Rongrong's eldest uncle and his family treated her very well. Her aunt made her favorite dishes almost every day, and on the day the term started, her eldest uncle borrowed a car from a friend, just as her aunt had said he would.

All four members of the family set off together for Jinling to see Chen Rongrong off to school.

During those last two weeks, aside from going home for dinner in the evenings, Chen Rongrong still came to see Zhou Yuwen during the day and spent her time glued to him.

So Zhou Yuwen felt that the night before Chen Rongrong moved out had been a complete waste of energy.

Chen Rongrong, however, pouted in displeasure when she heard that.

She still liked wearing her yoga pants, with a loose T-shirt or long-sleeved top covering her big breasts. When she had nothing else to do, she liked to sit on Zhou Yuwen's lap, wrap her arms around his waist, and ask him, "Is being with me a waste of energy?"

"No, of course not. I was just saying."

Zhou Yuwen put his arm around Chen Rongrong's slim waist and smiled.

"Hmph!"

Chen Rongrong pursed her lips.

Chen Rongrong's term started two days before Zhou Yuwen's, and her family wanted to spend another two days having fun in Jinling, which meant they would leave four or five days before him.

Once Chen Rongrong had left, Zhou Yuwen found himself with some free time.

Even then, Dong Xue still asked Zhou Yuwen to go out with her.

Zhou Yuwen asked, "Rongrong's gone, so what fun would the two of us have?"

"Just because she's gone, there's nothing for us to do?" Dong Xue asked.

Zhou Yuwen said, "I have things to do these next couple of days."

Dong Xue was rather disappointed to receive that message from Zhou Yuwen. From the time they had spent together, she hadn't felt that he was particularly devoted to Chen Rongrong. Who would have thought he had such a strong sense of boundaries?

After waiting three hours and seeing no sign that Zhou Yuwen intended to reply again, Dong Xue added:

"Don't get the wrong idea. I just wanted to ask you out to have some fun."

"Mm."

Zhou Yuwen replied with a single "mm," and after that, there was no word from him.

For two whole months, Zhou Yuwen and Chen Rongrong had been glued to each other nearly every day. He had played with her dumpling skin so much it was practically polished to a patina. Yet after Chen Rongrong left, Zhou Yuwen still felt refreshed, with youth on his side, and not at all tired.

With the new term fast approaching, Zhou Yuwen had a few things to prepare.

He had originally planned to earn money first, then buy his mother a home in their little county town for her retirement once he had achieved financial freedom.

But thanks to the monster stock Tellus A, Zhou Yuwen now had over five million yuan on hand.

At this time, homes in the little county town cost around two thousand yuan per square meter.

Zhou Yuwen decided to buy his mother a hundred-square-meter secondhand apartment to live in first.

The surroundings and basic facilities certainly weren't as good as those in a high-end residential development, but it was still better than the cramped, rundown place they lived in now, which was thirty years old.

Zhou Yuwen didn't discuss the purchase with his mother.

Only after buying it did he take her straight over.

It was furnished and equipped with the latest furniture and appliances.

He showed her around and said, "I just bought this place. You can move in from now on."

His mother was delighted and surprised. She asked Zhou Yuwen in disbelief, "Where did you get the money to buy a home?"

"Didn't I tell you? I earned it writing novels."

The novel Zhou Yuwen had originally written until his sophomore year in his previous life had been completed in the first month after his rebirth. Just as in his previous life, his editor had given him a major front-page recommendation in the first month of summer vacation, and his royalties for that month had shot past eighty thousand yuan!

Zhou Yuwen showed his mother his author dashboard, and she could hardly believe it was real.

Her eighteen-year-old son had earned more in one month from writing novels than she made in two years!

She beamed and said, "If your dad knew you could earn so much money now, he'd regret it to death!"

Zhou Yuwen said, "Why do you care so much about other people?"

"Just live your own life well."

At the end of August, the air already carried a chill that belonged only to autumn.

But once September arrived, the summer heat came surging back, and the blazing sun scorched the skin.

The cicadas in the trees seemed to have suddenly learned when they were going to die, and their cries turned anxious again.