After dying young in her prime, the master of the Xuanmen sect, Yan Jiu, transmigrated to a parallel world and became an unfortunate soul whose luck had been stolen. She inexplicably bound herself ...
System: [Host?]
Yan Jiu pressed the stopper in the middle of the pool and watched the water flow down: "It would be best if Heaven were on my side."
System: [Heaven is naturally on the side of justice!]
Yan Jiu smiled but didn't say anything.
When the door is opened.
They happened to run into Chu Chu, who was blushing.
Yan Jiu smiled: "Why are you doing something stupid so early in the morning?"
Chu Chu whispered something in Yan Jiu's ear.
Yan Jiu deliberately spoke loudly, "Oh, you're here to borrow a bathroom for Little Feather... um."
Chu Chu, emboldened by his audacity, covered Yan Jiu's mouth with the clothes in his hand, and then, his face flushed and neck thick, asked if there was anything wrong.
Yan Jiu squinted and nodded.
Pointing to a cabinet in the bedroom.
Chu Chu retrieved a package at the speed of an 800-meter sprint, begging for mercy and thanking him as he ran away.
Yan Jiu leaned against the door.
He watched with amusement as Chu Chu fled in a sorry state.
Today's happiness comes from my silly little brother~
Yan Jiu crossed his arms: "What's there to be ashamed of borrowing sanitary napkins for my future wife?"
System: [...] Maybe he's just an innocent young man who doesn't know the other person is his future wife. He's just shy about how to face Little Feather later.
Chu Chu, who was indeed shy, arrived at the door of the guest room and told the other person that he had left his change of clothes and belongings at the door.
Jian Zhongyu held her phone.
She squatted behind the door with her head down. Her periods were always irregular, so she had forgotten the date. If she had known this day would come, she would have prepared in advance no matter what.
Jian Zhongyu looked at the message he had sent to Yan Jiu.
Still unread and unreplyed.
Jian Zhongyu scratched his head in distress.
If she knew other members of the Chu family, she would never have approached Chu Chu today.
Having lived for over a decade, Jian Zhongyu rarely showed the shyness of a little girl.
When Jian Zhongyu walked out of the room and downstairs, Yan Jiu was the only one on the large living room sofa.
Yan Jiu got up and went to the dining table: "You haven't had lunch yet, have you?"
Jian Zhongyu obediently shook her head: "Teacher."
Yan Jiu glanced at the kitchen: "Is dinner ready?"
Chu Chu shouted, "Alright, alright!"
The second day of the Lantern Festival.
The villa's housekeeper would be going home for the holiday, so the task of cooking was solemnly entrusted to Chu Chu.
Chu Chu brought out a bowl of brown sugar poached eggs and handed it to Jian Zhongyu first, before bringing out the other dishes.
Yan Jiu stopped Jian Zhongyu, who was getting up to help Chu Chu carry the dishes: "You don't need to help him. He said himself that he is using his labor to earn his life's value and pocket money."
Jian Zhongyu: "..." She really wanted to give the Chu family's tutor a thumbs up.