The next day, Qin Luo was woken up by his little aunt. He had originally intended to wake up early, but he had underestimated the temptation of a gentle nest and simply couldn’t get out of bed.
After breakfast, Jiang Qing’e, dressed in a white professional suit, took a pair of white high heels from the shoe cabinet and pulled on her stockings. After bending over to put on her heels, she looked back at the teenager who was still eating.
“Luo Luo, Jingyu will be over to pick you up. Remember not to be late for class.”
“Got it.”
Qin Luo nodded. Luckily, his aunt had woken him up, or he likely would have missed his morning class, which happened to have a quiz today. If it were just a regular lecture, he could have asked his best friend to sign in for him.
His aunt’s office had a back door that led directly to the living area. As he was eating, the doorbell rang.
Ding-dong—
Qin Luo got up to open the door, and a cold, lovely face came into view. A long, white dress hugged her graceful, tall figure.
“I’m so hungry, puppy. Is there any breakfast left?”
Bai Jingyu reached out to rub her slender waist, her gaze drifting over Qin Luo’s shoulder to the breakfast on the dining table.
She walked straight inside, brushed her skirt aside, sat down elegantly, and picked up a bowl of porridge to begin eating.
Seeing this, Qin Luo said dissatisfiedly, “Bai Jingyu, that’s my bowl. If you want to eat, go get your own.”
“Go get a bowl and serve me some more food.”
Qin Luo was speechless.
There was nothing he could do; he had no way of dealing with her. He glared at the woman in front of him, grabbed a new bowl, and returned to continue eating.
Watching his huffy expression, Bai Jingyu found it rather amusing. She loved seeing this puppy clearly annoyed yet unable to do anything about her.
“Your sister is beautiful beyond compare. Countless people outside would do anything to treat me to a meal. Puppy, you should be grateful that I’m using your bowl.”
Qin Luo opened his mouth to retort, but for a moment, he couldn’t find the words.
Because it was true.
Ever since they were young, his sister had been incredibly beautiful. People would often make inquiries, and upon learning he was Bai Jingyu’s brother, they would try to get close to her through him.
Snacks and gifts were common, and some people even offered him money directly.
When he brought these things to his sister, she would tell him to keep them and do whatever he wanted with them.
During that time, Qin Luo’s life was incredibly comfortable — he had delicious food every day without spending a cent, and he even had a side income of pocket money.
Until one time, a senior mysteriously told him that he would take him to a “place where he could become an adult,” promising him that he would love it.
The result was his sister grabbing him by the ear and dragging him back.
As for that senior, he heard later that the guy had moved away.
That night was one of the darkest experiences of his life.
The door had been kicked open, and he had seen his sister rushing in, surrounded by a dark aura — one second he was being “gently enticed,” and the next, he was nearly traumatized for life.
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After breakfast, Qin Luo prepared to head to school.
Bai Jingyu linked her arm with his as they walked onto campus, drawing countless envious gazes along the way.
Truth be told — it felt pretty good.
However, his sister couldn’t follow him into the classroom, so she found an empty room to wait for him until his class ended.
As soon as he entered his own classroom, Yang Cong spotted him and immediately pulled him over.
“Qin Luo, it’s such a pity you weren’t at school last night. You missed a great show.”
“A show? What kind of show?”
“Do you know Song Shaomeng?”
“I’ve heard of him. His dad is a prominent entrepreneur, and his family is very rich. What about him?”
In the past, Qin Luo might have felt a bit of envy when mentioning Song Shaomeng. But now —
Heh, his aunt was a CEO; people like that didn’t mean much anymore.
“Song Shaomeng is dead. They found him in the woods on the back hill.”
“What? Dead?!”
Qin Luo couldn’t help but exclaim. Seeing the entire class look his way, he quickly lowered his head.
“Keep your voice down.” Yang Cong pulled out his phone and opened a photo. “When he was found, his pants were gone. Do you think he went to the woods with a girlfriend and died of overexertion? A romantic way to go, right?”
“It’s possible,” another friend chimed in.
The whole class knew Song Shaomeng was a notorious playboy who changed girlfriends every few days.
He was famous among the boys for being rich, having good grades, and being handsome, which made him very popular with the girls.
Yang Cong lowered his voice further. “I heard that when he was found, his whole body was as soft as if he had no bones, but that part of him… was still hard, pointing straight up at the sky.”
“For real?” Huang Yiming asked skeptically. “Can that happen to a dead person?”
“That’s why they say it’s eerie. Maybe he had some kind of special constitution.”
At this point, Yang Cong patted Qin Luo’s shoulder and said earnestly:
“Qin Luo, look, being single too long causes problems, but having a girlfriend too often causes problems too. Your girlfriend is so beautiful and has such a great body; take care of your health.”
Qin Luo: “…”
He looked at Yang Cong’s “I understand” expression and rolled his eyes.
“Get lost. I told you, she’s my sister.”
“I get it, I get it.”
“You don’t get anything!”
Qin Luo didn’t bother explaining anymore — the more he explained, the worse it sounded.
“Did his parents come to the school to demand an explanation?”
“The school can’t take the blame for this. It was strictly a personal action. It’s not like the school can come out and say: ‘Everyone, please exercise restraint and be careful not to overdo it into the afterlife.'”
“True.”
Qin Luo asked Yang Cong to send him the photo via Bluetooth.
After all, a life was lost; this kind of thing definitely wouldn’t be circulating through official channels.
After receiving the photo, although the sensitive areas were censored, he still noticed a long, slender white hair in the blurred region.
The other end of the hair wasn’t covered; it was perfectly straight, without a single curve.
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