Chapter 006

He Nianzhu tiptoed out of Xu Yirou's bedroom, and as she closed the door, she leaned against the door and slowly let out a sigh of relief.

He easily found his way to Xu Qingyan's study and knocked: "Brother, are you asleep?"

Xu Qingyan opened the door, and the two brothers sat facing each other in the study. He Nianzhu couldn't wait to speak:

"Brother, is Mom's illness cured?"

That's how it seems at the moment.

Xu Qingyan said in a deep voice: "Yesterday I took my mother to the hospital for a physical examination. The report showed that my mother is in good health and there are no signs of cancer at the moment."

He Nianzhu's light brown eyes trembled, and she stood up excitedly: "Really? The cancer is gone?!"

Xu Qingyan's cold, hard facial features softened slightly: "Yes, it's gone."

!!

He Nianzhu paced back and forth in ecstasy, clenching her fists and shouting silently, her heart filled with the exhilarating feeling of seeing the moon after the clouds had parted.

The anxiety that had been hanging over me finally subsided.

After returning home, he kept a close eye on Xu Yirou's physical condition. Seeing that she could jump around, had fair skin with a pinkish tinge, and was full of energy despite her small frame, he began to have a vague guess.

My guess turned out to be right. Thank goodness, my mother's illness was cured without medicine!

He no longer has to worry about or be afraid of losing his mother.

“Ali, Mom’s situation is too unusual. I’m wondering if we should seek help from authoritative institutions to thoroughly investigate the cause.”

As soon as Xu Qingyan finished speaking, He Nianzhu immediately objected loudly: "No, brother, what if those people want to capture Mom and dissect her for research? That's too dangerous. We can't put Mom in danger."

The idea of ​​waking up young again after a nap—a scenario that only exists in myths—becoming a reality would undoubtedly cause a huge sensation in the scientific community.

You can't see into someone's heart. If there's even one person with bad intentions among them, their mother could be at risk of being captured and used for human research at any time!

Xu Qingyan had naturally considered this point as well, but he considered it more comprehensively.

They are neither medical professionals nor scientific researchers. What should they do if their mother has an unexpected condition one day, such as suddenly changing back to her original size, or becoming smaller or larger?

The two brothers frowned, caught in a dilemma.

After a moment of contemplation, He Nianzhu asked about something else: "By the way, does Chengcheng know that her mother has shrunk?"

Xu Qingyan said calmly, "If she knew, there wouldn't just be the two of us in the room now."

"Yeah, never mind, let that girl figure it out herself."

He Nianzhu squinted his eyes with a wicked smile. The three siblings should be all together. Just thinking about how that girl got a little slap on the bottom from her mother made him feel smug.

Back in her room, He Nianzhu logged onto Weibo, pondered for a while, and then typed a line:

[My two favorite idioms now and in the future: a false alarm, a turn of events.]

His Weibo account has 60 million followers, and there are fans and major marketing accounts staking out it 24/7. As soon as a new Weibo post is published, the comments below it snowball.

Fan 1: ddd baby, you finally posted on Weibo!

Fan 2: My brother likes it, and I like it too!

Fan 3: Caught a night owl.

Fan 4: Hmm, could it be that Auntie's condition has improved?

Fan 5: It's difficult... I heard it's late-stage cancer. Even a miracle worker couldn't save someone with late-stage cancer. It's highly likely that it's a final burst of energy before death. I should cherish the time I have to be with my family for the last time.

He Nianzhu's Weibo account is usually managed by a dedicated person, and she rarely posts anything outside of work. She also replies to fans very infrequently. However, this time, she surprisingly replied to a comment under her fourth follower's post:

[Check your private messages.]

Fan 4, who was just surfing in the middle of the night, never expected to receive a reply from the real person. She, who was lazily curled up in bed, suddenly jumped up.

Clutching her phone in disbelief, her mouth agape in an "O" shape.

Holy crap!!! She didn't see it wrong, did she? Her idol replied to her and even sent her a private message!

When I checked the backend again, I was stunned to find that they were asking for her shipping address so they could send her a personally signed document!

Good heavens, am I sure I'm not dreaming?

As a top celebrity, He Nianzhu's autograph is extremely rare and has already fetched astronomical prices on the secondhand market. Isn't that practically equivalent to He Nianzhu giving her a handbag?!

What a joyous occasion! This incredible wealth is finally hers! Waaaaah!

Meanwhile, Fan 4's inbox was flooded with private messages, all asking about the content of He Nianzhu's private messages. Whether they were true fans or haters, they were all scratching their heads with curiosity.

Soon, He Nianzhu's Weibo posts and chat interactions with her fourth fan became trending topics, sparking heated discussions.

At that moment, the agent, Brother Wen, was woken up by a phone call from his assistant. Brother Wen, who was in a bad mood when he woke up, was about to start cursing when the assistant's next words made him suddenly wake up.

He quickly opened the Weibo page, glanced at a few comments, and then called He Nianzhu with a frown.

"Nianzhu, what was the meaning of that Weibo post you made? What did you send that fan a private message about?"

He Nianzhu raised her narrow eyes slightly, her tone languid, clearly in a good mood: "Nothing much, just celebrating my mother's improved condition, and randomly sending her a signed note."

Thinking that this young master was bored and couldn't sleep at night, and had suddenly decided to cause trouble, Brother Wen, who had already prepared a long speech to persuade him, thought: ...

Wasn't that lady in the late stages of cancer? ...Could she possibly get better?

Brother Wen found it hard to believe, but the other party would never joke about his mother's affairs.

His expression shifted repeatedly, then he coughed twice, cautiously probing, "That's wonderful! May I ask if Madam has started to feel better today?"

He Nianzhu: "A couple of days ago."

No wonder he rushed home overnight after receiving a phone call yesterday.

Brother Wen was quite surprised. As a renowned top agent in the industry, he was very strict in controlling his artists, managing both their work and personal lives. There was no such thing as privacy for the artists in front of him.

But this approach clearly doesn't work for the young master on the other end of the phone.

The entire company belongs to his family; he's just an employee working for them. How could a lowly employee have the right to question the boss's wife's affairs?

Since the landlady fell ill, the young master's temper has worsened. As the landlady's condition deteriorates, she becomes more and more depressed, like a landmine that could explode at any moment, making him live in constant fear.

Over the past six months, numerous negative articles have surfaced alleging that he acted like a diva and had a bad attitude on variety shows.

The boss's wife's condition has improved, so he can now focus on his business without any worries.

Wen Ge perked up: "Then why don't we just share this good news with our fans on Weibo? Since we're celebrating by sending autographs, let's try not to show favoritism and not disappoint our fans."

He Nianzhu refused, saying, "Let's talk about it later."

Now is not the time to make it public. For safety reasons, the mother should not be exposed to the public eye.

*

Having been away from home for two days without seeing Xu Yirou, Xu Niancheng was distracted at work and would often drift off into thought.

Fortunately, her staff and fans in the live stream were very understanding and no one blamed her. After all, it would be difficult for anyone to remain calm when a loved one is bedridden with terminal cancer.

At four in the morning, as soon as the last live stream of the month ended, Xu Niancheng couldn't wait to get up and briefly tell her assistant:

"I'll rest for three days. Call me again if there's anything particularly urgent."

"Okay, Sister Cheng, are you going home now? There are no tickets left at this time."

Xu Niancheng picked up her bag and said without turning her head, "I'm driving."

Her company is not far from Beijing; it only takes three hours to drive there without traffic, which is why she has to rush home under the cover of night.

Xu Niancheng sat in the car, tilted her head back, and drank an iced latte to wash away the fatigue in her body before starting the car.

With a roar from the sports car, the dazzling red color vanished from the street in an instant.

—At seven o'clock in the morning, at the Xu family's residence in Beijing.

Our motherland is a garden, and the flowers in the garden are so beautiful.

The warm sunshine shone on us, and everyone's face was beaming with smiles.

[Hahaha! Wahaha!]

Familiar children's songs were playing loudly on the TV in the living room. Xu Yirou jumped up and down on the sofa with joy, clapping her little hands nonstop.

"Yes, yes, that's how you jump! Erbao jumped so well!"

"Oh dear, Da Bao, you jumped it wrong again! Look at how Er Bao jumps it, and then learn from him!"

The serious and aloof boss in the eyes of his employees, and an untouchable beauty in the eyes of his admirers, Boss Xu Qingyan is gritting his teeth, twisting his stiff body to the rhythm of a children's dance with a sense of utter despair.

At this moment, only that overused meme could express his feelings—

Life is short; it passes in the blink of an eye.

"Brother, just jump around freely, be bold, we're all family."

He Nianzhu's tone was sympathetic, her lips curled into a wild smile, and her eyes gleamed.

Xu Qingyan's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Xu Yirou called out, "Dabao, don't keep such a long face! Try to be happy while dancing, smile like Erbao!"

“...Okay, Mom.”

She silently repeated three times, "Everything is for Mom's happiness, everything is for Mom's happiness." Xu Qingyan took a deep breath and forced a stiff smile onto her face.

The living room was completely filled with cheerful and deafening music, and none of the mother and her two children heard the very faint click of the lock opening in the entryway.

Xu Niancheng, who had been driving for three hours straight, stepped in with weak, languid steps, carrying a handbag and looking utterly exhausted.

Um?

Why is it so noisy in the house? Loud music, even children's songs! Has someone come over or been burgled?

Xu Niancheng paused for a moment, then listened intently to the unusual noises inside the room. Her fatigue lessened somewhat as she changed into slippers and cautiously approached the source of the sound.

Immediately afterwards, she saw a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.

In the open space of the living room, there stood her elder brother—an aloof and otherworldly figure, exuding an air of asceticism, with a perpetually cold and aloof expression.

They were actually dancing with their hips swaying and twisting their waists!

Xu Niancheng: You've had too much to drink?