As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to Shen Qingling with a beaming smile, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons: "Little crazy girl, want to join in? I guarantee it's more fun than playing chess, and it'll be super exciting!"
She emphasized the word "battle" with particular ambiguity. Shen Qingling, who was wiping his mouth with a tissue, paused, glanced at her, and without saying a word, stood up and picked up his empty bowl.
This dismissive attitude infuriated Gu Ximan so much that she almost jumped up. Just as she was about to speak and continue to provoke him, she received a light tap on the back of the head.
"Stop fooling around." Luo Shuning withdrew her hand, her fingers still cool from washing the fruit. "Let Xiaobao rest properly. Even an iron man would ruin his health if he worked like this non-stop."
Her tone wasn't harsh, but it carried a gentle strength that left no room for argument. Gu Ximan immediately wilted and slumped back into her chair.
"Actually..." Gu Luo had just put down his chopsticks when he subconsciously wanted to pat his chest and say that he was truly indestructible.
It's the kind of exercise where you don't even need to use your hands to lift a barbell.
He was up half the night last night and made a fuss again this morning, but he was still full of energy. However, when he got to the point of speaking, he met Luo Shuning's threatening look, which said, "Try saying another word." He immediately changed his tune and smiled like a docile fox: "Actually, I'm bursting with inspiration right now. I'll go finish writing the song. Xiaoman, Qingling, you two are in charge of washing the dishes. Clear division of labor makes things more efficient."
The current Luo Shuning is not the same Luo Shuning as before; she no longer hides her emotions at all.
Before the two could react, he got up and slipped away, the corner of his white shirt brushing against the tablecloth, looking every bit like a hands-off boss.
"Oh..." Gu Ximan puffed out her cheeks, with some sauce still stuck to her cheeks. She wiped it off and then obediently picked up the bowls and chopsticks on the table and stacked them up.
Luo Shuning cooked a whole table of dishes; she couldn't really just sit back and do nothing. She just muttered, "That brat of a brother just knows how to order people around."
Shen Qingling hesitated for two seconds, watching Gu Ximan clumsily carry the bowl, before finally taking a step forward and reaching out to take half of the bowl and chopsticks. When she touched the warmth of the porcelain bowl, her movements unconsciously became gentler.
Watching the two tidying up on either side, Luo Shuning's lips curled into a slight smile. She rolled up her sleeves, joined in, picked up a tablecloth to wipe the table, and said softly:
“That’s wonderful. We are all sisters who want to marry him. No matter who ends up with him, we should all sincerely wish each other well.”
Gu Ximan paused abruptly, realizing her little scheme had been seen through. She looked up at Luo Shuning and the other woman: "Sister Ning, you little crazy girl, I won't go easy on you! With my abilities, I'll definitely be the one who gets the marriage certificate with him in the end!"
Shen Qingling was rinsing the dishes when she heard this and paused. Water droplets slid down the side of the bowl into the sink. She turned her head and smiled faintly, her peach blossom eyes full of determination: "I should be the one saying this. You won't have a chance."
In my mind, I added—the moment I entered the room, the outcome was already decided. Even if Gu Luo didn't become a live-in son-in-law, he would still marry me.
Watching the two exchange harsh words, Luo Shuning didn't get involved. She simply lowered her head and wiped the table, a faint smile playing on her lips.
She understands the competition in this relationship better than anyone, but rather than competing to win, she should cherish the warmth and harmony between the sisters at this moment.
Of course, obtaining a marriage certificate is also a must.
The sounds of running water and clattering bowls and chopsticks blended together, creating a warmer atmosphere than the earlier argument.
On the other side.
After returning to his room, Gu Luo went straight to his desk, picked up a pen, and began writing the musical score.
Inspiration came flooding in, and the pen flew across the paper. In just a few minutes, the warm images in the lyrics came to life on the page, and the melody of the score was also set.
Then, I pushed aside the pen and paper, opened the computer, logged into the word processing software, and my fingers couldn't stop moving on the keyboard.
I need to finish today's novel chapter quickly so I can have time to play games with my sisters. This game is really addictive once you get the hang of it.
Once Luo Shuning officially debuts, her focus will shift to her career, so she needs to make the most of her time together.
The light from the computer screen shone on his face. As he typed, he couldn't help but recall the crazy scene and the sandwich cookie that Shen Qingling had mentioned, and a slight smile crept onto his lips.
The sound of running water in the sink, Gu Ximan's muttering, Shen Qingling's soft humming, and Luo Shuning's gentle admonitions—these subtle sounds combined to create the life he desired most.
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