Chapter 27: The Long-Awaited Husband (Day 27)

Xiang Di knew nothing; all she knew was that she hadn't had a chance to say goodbye to Bai Jiangxin before he left.

Xiang Di shrugged. Oh well, we can see each other again tomorrow.

This was the first time in her three years of high school that she and Bai Jiangxin had arranged to meet during the holidays.

Rounding it off, how is this any different from a date? Hehe.

With this thought in mind, Xiang Di walked happily on her way home. After getting on the bus, even though she wasn't listening to music, her body swayed rhythmically from side to side.

Even Liang Qianqian, who was walking home with her, noticed her happiness and asked, "Are you that excited about going to a buffet next week?"

Having long been accustomed to using another excuse to hide her excitement over someone, she nodded to Di: "Yeah, it's a buffet, aren't you looking forward to it?"

"That's true." Liang Qianqian thought about it and agreed. "It's different when you're rich. You can treat people to a buffet that costs several hundred yuan per person without a second thought. Bao'er, do you think the Bentley I saw at school the other day might belong to Zhou Linxiao's family?"

"Maybe." The timing matches up; that day happened to be the day Zhou Linxiao came to school to register.

Liang Qianqian said enviously, "That's great. I'd love to know what it's like to ride to school in a Bentley."

“Then you can just talk to Zhou Linxiao directly,” Xiang Di said. “Tell him you want to experience his Bentley, and he’ll definitely agree.”

Just recently, for some indescribable reason, she became very interested in Bai Jiangxin's Rolls-Royce, so he promised to have his parents drive that car over when the parent-teacher conference was held, so that she could experience what it was like to sit in a Rolls-Royce.

However, Liang Qianqian said, "Ah, isn't that too blunt? I'm embarrassed to say it."

"Is this considered straightforward?"

It's just asking for a ride, not asking for sex.

Liang Qianqian said somewhat shyly, "I was mainly afraid that Zhou Linxiao would think I was unsophisticated, so I wanted to put on a show in front of him."

Xiang Di was stunned for a moment. Could it be that Qianqian was interested in Zhou Linxiao...?

Just as the seed of doubt began to sprout, Liang Qianqian said, "Why don't you come with me to talk to them? If we go together, I won't feel so awkward."

Xiang Di hesitated: "But I'm not interested in Bentleys."

Liang Qianqian: "You're not even interested in Bentley? Then what kind of car are you interested in?"

Without hesitation, Xiang Di replied, "Rolls-Royce."

Liang Qianqian's lips twitched: "Is it because you only recognize the Rolls-Royce brand?"

“I know Ferraris too, okay?” Xiang Di said defiantly. “It’s just that out of all the options, I only need one.”

Liang Qianqian: "...It's just a car, not a person, why are you acting like you're devoted to it?"

Xiang Di pouted and whispered, "I'm equally devoted to cars and people, okay?"

She thinks Bentley cars are great and admires Zhou Linxiao, who owns a Bentley. She doesn't deny that Zhou Linxiao is indeed very handsome, charming, and outstanding, and his penis looks quite large. However, her appreciation for Zhou Linxiao is, overall, quite innocent.

If we're talking about something more, she only has one car and one person: the Rolls-Royce that's perfect for making love in, and the person she most wants to make love with.

Although she's secretly lewd, she's only lewd towards one person!

How can this not be considered being devoted?

Liang Qianqian didn't hear Xiang Di's mutterings, so she took Xiang Di's arm and asked her to go and talk to Zhou Linxiao together.

"Bao'er, you and Zhou Linxiao are deskmates, and you're closer than I am to him. I'm too embarrassed to talk to him alone. Please come with me to talk to him, I'm begging you."

No way! She wants to be a dedicated Rolls-Royce fan, and Xiang Di must maintain her own loyalty, so she said, "You can ask the class monitor to go talk to her with you; they're closer."

Liang Qianqian immediately refused: "I don't want to. If I go to Ye Minjia, he'll laugh me to death and say I'm a country bumpkin."

"A country bumpkin?" Xiang Di looked Liang Qianqian up and down, taking in her long, straight hair and tall figure. She even made her school uniform look like a runway piece. Her backpack was the latest trendy brand, and her shoes were also the latest style. Xiang Di couldn't understand it. "The class monitor said you're country bumpkin?"

"You're so sarcastic, I'll die if I don't insult you every day." Liang Qianqian gritted her teeth. "My idol is such a handsome guy, a one-of-a-kind mixed-race beauty in the idol circle, with an aristocratic air, and he called him Nicholas Zhao Si, I'm speechless."

Xiang Di: "..."

Not wanting her friend to have any regrets during her final years of high school, Xiang Di finally agreed.

I'm sorry, Rolls-Royce, I still love you the most.

"Thank you, my darling!" Liang Qianqian said excitedly, wishing she could kiss Xiang Di's tender cheeks a few times. "You said we're going to a buffet next week. If we tell Zhou Linxiao we'd like to ride in his Bentley, will he pick us up in his Bentley to go to the buffet?"

Liang Qianqian was already lost in her wonderful fantasy of sitting in a Bentley: "Should I dress more formally that day to match that Bentley?"

Xiang Di nodded: "Indeed."

Liang Qianqian: "But if I dress up so formally, I'll stand out too much. Bao'er, you should dress up a bit too."

Xiang Di: "But I'm planning to wear my school uniform."

If Qianqian hadn't brought it up, she really was planning to wear the school uniform. After all, school uniforms are durable and comfortable, and at this stage of life, who has the mind to think about what to wear every day?

Liang Qianqian sighed helplessly: "I only have one day off a week, and I don't have to wear the school uniform. Anyway, I'm going to dress up nicely and dazzle that bastard Ye Minjia so he can stop calling me a country bumpkin."

Xiang Di frowned, his expression suddenly becoming complicated.

Yeah, there's only one day off a week, and we don't have to wear the school uniform; we can wear our own clothes.

And I also have to meet people...

Liang Qianqian: "You agree, right?"

The bus had just arrived at Xiang Di's stop. She quickly stood up, her eyes lighting up as she looked at Liang Qianqian, her tone firm: "Yes, you're right, I definitely need to dress nicely. Bye-bye!"

As Xiang Di ran out of the car, Liang Qianqian suddenly realized that it wouldn't be good for her to look good on her alone, so she quickly opened the car window and spoke to the figure who was running away.

"You have to dress nicely that day too! I can't be the only one who stands out!"

There was no reply, because Xiang Di had completely disappeared.

Liang Qianqian sighed helplessly, thinking that this child was so innocent, kind, and simple. She had such a pure and lovely face, but she didn't know how to use it to dazzle the boys.

-

Xiang Sheng was sitting on the sofa, playing on her phone and waiting for Xiang Di to come home from evening self-study. She was looking down when she suddenly heard the sound of the front door being opened.

"return--"'

Before he could finish the word "了", something flashed past him, opened the door to Xiangdi's room, and then quickly closed it again.

Xiang Sheng sat on the sofa for several seconds, almost thinking that a ghost had entered the house.

Could it really be a ghost?

There was no sound from Xiang Di's room for a long time. After hesitating for a moment, Xiang Sheng walked cautiously to her door, knocked, and asked, "Who's inside?"

"I."

Xiang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the familiar voice; thankfully, it wasn't a ghost.

"Someone chased you all the way to our doorstep? You ran so fast, you were practically a blur."

There was no answer from inside, so Xiang Sheng knocked on the door again, her tone serious: "Did some pervert follow you home?"

"I'm asking you a question. If a stalker follows you home, tell me right now so I can take care of him before he gets away. Don't hide away in fear."

“If there’s no pervert, where does the pervert come from?” Xiang Di said. “I’m changing my clothes, I’ll talk to you later.”

"It's so late, where are you going to change clothes?" Xiang Sheng frowned. "Do you think you can do whatever you want just because Mom and Dad aren't home? Let me tell you, with me here, you'd better behave yourself—"

Before he could finish speaking, the door opened.

"...How do I look in this outfit?"

Xiang Di looked at him nervously, her tone very unnatural.

It's normal for her to feel awkward. Although Xiang Sheng is her own brother, he is still a boy. Since starting junior high school, she has had a clear understanding of the relationship between boys and girls. At that time, Xiang Sheng was in high school, which is also the period when boys start to understand girls. During that time, the two siblings lived under the same roof every day, but they were more like strangers than strangers.

Later, Xiang Sheng went to university, and his monthly living expenses were double what they were in high school. Sometimes when Xiang Di was short of money, she would ask him for some pocket money. Gradually, their sibling relationship was repaired.

However, the repair is limited to continuing to argue, and does not include asking his older brother to help him with his appearance.

I've hardly ever seen her wear anything other than her school uniform, let alone a skirt. Xiang Sheng hesitated for a long time before finally managing to blurt out, "Is spring here?"

Xiang Di: "...Just tell me if it looks good or not."

The little girl had long, loose hair that naturally had a fluffy, wavy shape because she usually tied it up. She wore a light-colored knit sweater with a long skirt that went past her knees, a very gentle and delicate outfit. She was indeed pretty, but Xiang Sheng just couldn't bring herself to praise her.

He's always been sarcastic and has never praised his sister much in his life. If he were to say she's pretty now, he'd be disgusted with himself.

After a long pause, Xiang Sheng finally managed to stammer out, "...Aren't you cold wearing a skirt in this weather?"

Xiang Di: "You have leggings? What do you think?"

"...It's alright."

Xiang Di's face fell instantly.

Just as Xiang Sheng was about to say something to make amends, Xiang Di suddenly hummed again.

"You have absolutely no taste." She looked at him with disdain. "Fine, I'll ask my aunt."

Then he turned around and closed the door again.

Xiang Sheng: "..."

It took him a while to react. He knocked on the door again, his tone quite indignant: "Who doesn't have aesthetic sense? If I didn't have aesthetic sense, would I be an internet celebrity? Would I have so many fans based on my looks? Do you know how many 'carnival' messages I received yesterday?"

"Also, you told me before that the boys in your class are more handsome than me. Where are the photos? Show them to me. You don't want the 2,500 anymore?"

Xiang Di, who was in the room, didn't want to talk to him.

I just said he has no aesthetic sense, and he got so upset. Is it really necessary?

"I'll take the photos for you sooner or later, what's the rush?" Xiang Di retorted. "To put it bluntly, you just lack self-confidence. You know in your heart that an old man who has just graduated from college can't compare to a young, vibrant 18-year-old high school boy, so you're in a hurry."

"Laughable, you think I lack confidence?" Xiang Sheng said. "With my temperament and looks, do you believe that if I strolled around your school, it would cause an uproar, and all the boys would be so ashamed that they would hang themselves?"

Xiang Di was too lazy to pay him any attention.

He didn't actually hang himself, but he certainly caused a minor stir.

The last time Xiang Sheng came to her school to deliver cream puffs, she actually just stood at the school gate for a while during lunch break. Someone happened to take a picture of her and posted it on the school's confession wall.

The original post read: "[Saw a really handsome guy at the school gate at noon today! Anyone know him? Please help! Anonymous, anonymous, anonymous, thank you!]"

Comment 1: [Isn't this Sandman, that popular beauty blogger on Douyin?]

Comment 2: [Holy crap, I followed him on Douyin! I always thought he looked so handsome in his videos because of lighting and filters, but I never imagined he actually looks like this?]

Comment 3: [Oh, was he from our school?]

Comment 4: [It's obviously not him; he wasn't wearing a school uniform, and his profile says he's from a university of science and technology. He's probably here to look for someone at our school.]

Comment 5: [Is his girlfriend at our school?]

Comment 6: [Isn't he single?]

Comment 7: [These days, nine out of ten beauty bloggers are portraying themselves as single, okay? How are we netizens supposed to know if they're actually single?]

Comment 8: [So handsome! He has a Korean comic book vibe.]

Comment 9: [I wonder who looks better standing next to BJX.]

Xiang Di replied to this comment using a secondary account: 【It has to be BJX, okay? Our school heartthrob can't beat a mere internet celebrity? If BJX became an internet celebrity, he'd be way more famous than Sandman, okay?】

Despite her overly ardent and stoic tone, her comment garnered quite a few likes.

Later, someone brought up the mixed-race boy who had just arrived in the senior year. Most people knew there was such a person in the senior year, but they didn't know his name.

The comments section was filled with various analyses, comparing everything from facial features to height and temperament. When Xiang Di saw someone say that Xiang Sheng was actually more handsome than Bai Jiangxin and Zhou Linxiao, he could only sneer. Brainless fan, this is definitely a brainless fan, otherwise how could they be blinded by someone as lowly as Xiang Sheng?

Although she was relentlessly belittling Xiang Sheng in the comments section of the confession wall for Bai Jiangxin's sake, she still felt a little proud when everyone said Xiang Sheng was handsome.

Of course, she would never tell Xiang Sheng, not wanting him to be too smug.

Xiang Sheng called out to him from outside the door for a long time but no one paid any attention. He then threatened her directly: "You brat, you're pretending to be dead, huh? Fine, but your parents won't be able to go to your senior year parent-teacher conference in a while. Your classmates will all think you're an orphan. Don't beg me to go then."

Xiang Di: "Don't worry, I'd rather they think I'm an orphan than have them know you're my brother."

“……&*…*&*（”

It's as if he's the only one who can help her attend parent-teacher conferences. Has he forgotten that she also has a younger aunt with whom she gets along very well?

Xiang Di put on her headphones, blocking out Xiang Sheng's emotional outburst, and made a video call to her aunt.

As soon as the video call connected, Xiang Di immediately stood back outside the phone and showed her aunt her outfit.

Before she could even ask, her aunt exclaimed, "Wow, where did this beautiful girl come from?"

Those who study art will definitely have good taste. Xiang Di's aunt is very good at dressing up. She has a model's figure, big and beautiful features, and even without makeup, she looks like she has a heavy makeup filter. If we really talk about aesthetics, how could Xiang Sheng, a mere internet celebrity, possibly compare to her aunt Luo Yayi, who graduated from a professional art academy?

Luo Yayi gave Xiang Di some styling tips, saying that sometimes a good outfit is all about the embellishment of small accessories.

Following her aunt's instructions, Xiang Di looked at herself in the video and suddenly hesitated: "Isn't this a bit exaggerated?"

"It's not an exaggeration, it's just normal outfit for shopping," my aunt said.

"But I'm not going shopping, I just want to go downstairs tomorrow..."

"Then why did you come to me for advice? Did you run into your ex-boyfriend while taking out the trash?" "...I don't have an ex-boyfriend."

"Having no ex-boyfriend means you're a crush?"

As expected of an adult with rich life experience, their insight is spot on.

Seeing Xiang Di remain silent, the aunt suddenly asked, "Naoki-kun?"

Xiang Di only told her aunt about "Naoki-kun's" secret, and she didn't say it explicitly. It was at the beginning of her first year of high school that she mentioned to her aunt that there was a boy in their grade who was very handsome and intelligent, and was practically a real-life version of Naoki-kun.

She said only that much, thinking she hadn't made any mistakes. However, her aunt Luo Yayi was an experienced woman who had watched countless idol dramas and guessed it immediately.

The aunt knew that "Naoki-kun" was the girl's secret feeling, so she didn't ask for details and just kept using "Naoki-kun" as a substitute.

Xiang Di asked in a low voice, "Auntie, do you think I'm being too over-the-top in front of him? Will he realize that I dressed up specifically for him?"

Aunt: "So you mean you don't want him to notice you're dressed up?"

"No, I just wanted to..." Xiang Di hesitated, "to subtly... wow him when he thinks I'm not dressed up, like that..."

My aunt chuckled twice and said, "You're very cunning."

Xiang Di did not deny it.

After all, it's only when you like someone, care about someone, and want that person to see you that you resort to these so-called "scheming" tactics.

-

The next day was Sunday. Early that morning, Xiang Di didn't sleep in. Instead, she got up early, took a shower, changed her clothes, and took out a face cream that was still fresh and applied it to her face.

Finally, I applied a lipstick for a natural look, making sure my face looked completely natural without any makeup. Only then could I confidently continue writing my exam while quietly waiting for Bai Jiangxin to send me a message.

I waited like this until almost 10 o'clock. The cream puffs downstairs were almost ready, and the screen of my phone, which was lying next to me, lit up.

She quickly picked it up, and thankfully, her hopes weren't dashed; it was a message from Bai Jiangxin.

Bai Jiangxin: [I'm almost there.]

A quick reply would seem too eager, so Xiang Di counted in her mind for a minute before replying: 【Okay, I'll come down now.】

Bai Jiangxin: [Hmm.]

Fortunately, Xiang Sheng had stayed up late again last night and was still sleeping in her room, so Xiang Di came out easily.

This was the first time she had worn casual clothes to meet Bai Jiangxin. Yesterday, she and her aunt had discussed for a long time how to dress in a way that was both natural and stunning, and that's how they came up with this outfit.

She always wore her hair up at school, so her aunt suggested that she let it down, as it would give boys a different impression. Also, the school uniforms were all too big and didn't show her figure, so her aunt suggested that she wear something a little more fitted.

As for other adornments, they are unnecessary. A beautiful face, long, flowing hair, and a slender, graceful figure are enough for an eighteen-year-old girl.

Xiang Di stood outside the gate of her residential compound. She guessed that Bai Jiangxin would just take a taxi, so she kept looking at the various cars on the roadside.

Until someone next to her asked, "What are you looking at?"

The moment she turned her head to the side, her long, loose hair was blown by the wind and stubbornly clung to her face, but she quickly tucked it behind her ear and smiled at him.

Bai Jiangxin paused for a moment, lowered his eyes to avoid her face, and then noticed her outfit today.

She wasn't wearing her school uniform.

Bai Jiangxin pursed her lips and said nothing.

Xiang Di was stunned the moment she saw Bai Jiangxin.

He didn't take a taxi; instead, he rode an electric scooter.

"..."

Do people who own a Rolls-Royce also ride electric scooters?

A question popped into Xiang Di's mind, but upon closer inspection, he saw that Xiang Di was dressed in a casual all-black outfit, a loose hoodie and casual pants, with one hand on the handlebars and his long legs on the ground, supporting the electric scooter. Because he had ridden the scooter, he was wearing a hat, revealing only his fair and handsome face.

It turns out that whether a person is handsome or not really has nothing to do with what kind of car they drive.

Oh my god, I'm so lucky! I can actually see Bai Jiangxin riding an electric scooter in his own clothes in this lifetime.

Xiang Di suppressed the frantic excitement in his heart and said, "...I thought you would take a taxi, so I was looking at cars."

"Traffic jams on weekends make riding an electric scooter more convenient," Bai Jiangxin said. "Is parking available at the entrance of your complex?"

"Oh, there are electric car parking spaces over there, not far. You can park there temporarily and charge your car while you're at it. I'll take you there."

After saying that, Xiang Di quickly walked up to him, ready to lead the way.

Feeling embarrassed to let Bai Jiangxin push the small electric stove, she quickened her pace to get ahead of him. Just then, Bai Jiangxin suddenly said, "Come on up."

Come up? Come up where? On his body?

Xiang Di almost blurted it out, but fortunately she wasn't so irrational. She quickly realized that Bai Jiangxin meant for her to get in the car and then he would give her directions.

Xiang Di was wearing a skirt, but fortunately the skirt was long enough that she could sit sideways. However, sitting sideways had a downside: it was easy to lose her balance.

After the electric scooter moved forward a few meters, Bai Jiangxin felt her center of gravity swaying. She preferred to hold onto the back of the scooter rather than hold onto him.

Bai Jiangxin stopped and said, "Hold on to me."

Grab him? Grab him where? Grab him down there?

Xiang Di was truly exasperated with her own brain, which was filled with nothing but lewd thoughts. She said "oh" and carefully grabbed the hem of his hoodie, but only dared to grab it a little bit.

Bai Jiangxin was speechless: "What's the difference between this and not holding on at all? Hold on tight."

Xiang Di said, "Um, I'm afraid I'll wrinkle your clothes."

After all, the hoodie he was wearing looked quite expensive, and the brand seemed to be some kind of luxury brand. Anyway, she saw that Xiang Sheng had clothes from that brand in his shopping cart, which were ridiculously expensive, so Xiang Sheng hadn't been willing to place an order.

Bai Jiangxin was silent for a few seconds, then said, "...Then hold me."

Hug, hug, hug...!

Xiang Di stared incredulously at his waist.

She carefully stretched out her hands, as if handling a rare treasure, and gently wrapped them around Di, but she only dared to wrap them around him; she didn't dare to touch him with her body at all.

Bai Jiangxin looked down at the pair of small hands wrapped around his waist, their fingers intertwined.

It was no use; his hoodie was too thick, and she didn't dare hug him tightly.

Never mind. Turning his gaze away, Bai Jiangxin drove forward to park. When he reached the intersection of a side road, there was a speed bump there to prevent accidents. He slowed down and drove over it, but the electric scooter still bounced a bit.

Xiang Di, who was lost in thought, was completely unaware of what was happening. She was startled and thought she was about to fall. Instinctively, she tightened her grip and pressed herself against him.

Bai Jiangxin's hand on the handlebars tightened instantly, his pupils widening slightly as he was completely stunned.

[Oh my god, my husband's waist is so tight and slim! Not an ounce of fat! My arms are so short, yet I can completely hug him with room to spare. He has such a great waist! I'm drooling!]

[I can't imagine how powerful and strong that waist must be on the bed, Guna La Dark God, woohoo! Male dog waist transformation, electric motor starts, putt putt putt—]

Before the little motor could finish its surge, Xiang Di was startled by the speed bump, and his inner thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

She quickly realized that her face and chest had accidentally pressed against Bai Jiangxin's back, and she quickly moved back to avoid it.

Bai Jiangxin: "..."

It turns out that increasing the contact area of ​​the limbs really does work.

My long-lost husband, my long-lost raunchy words—a day without hearing them feels like three autumns. What a waste of someone's pure and lovely outfit today.

The groundhog is still the same groundhog.

He will spend his life healing from those two short heartfelt words.