After reading through the long list of information sent by the system, Ai Cao finally had a more accurate understanding of the "lesbian" concept that Cen Yu had mentioned, one that was more in line with the realities of this world.
But after figuring out what "lesbian" meant, Ai Cao became even more confused.
She did indeed like her mother, who was also a woman; she also cut her hair short, which was very much in line with "lesbian" characteristics; and she didn't like men.
Does that mean her mother wasn't a woman?
What else could it be but a woman?
Although she didn't understand why the system repeatedly prevented her from saying she was a "lesbian," Ai Cao still suppressed the declaration for the time being.
Cen Lan chatted with them for a few more minutes, then tossed Cen Yu a bank card, telling her to find something fun to do. She then instructed Feng An to keep Cen Yu company, and even asked Ai Cao if she wanted to stay with Cen Yu.
Ai Cao thought for a moment and said, "Yes."
Cen Lan smiled and said, "If you want to start your own business, you can use the house I gave you before." She explained this to Ai Cao again in detail, and then shooed the three of them out, saying that she was getting old and needed to rest.
Feng An brought Cen Yu a new fleece-lined black coat and a thick cashmere scarf. Wearing the new clothes, Cen Yu regained her previous pride and looked at the mugwort with her chin held high.
Ai Cao, still wearing a suit, stood beside her, showing no reaction to her swaggering demeanor.
Cen Yu gave a soft hum and wrapped her fleece coat tighter around herself.
Feng An drove. She asked Cen Yu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Where would you like to go, Miss?"
It was already late outside the car. The sky was still grayish-white, and snowflakes fell from the sky, landing on the car windows and then melting inside. The car's heater was on full blast, and a record that Cen Yu had brought back from England was playing.
Cen Yu took a bottle of wine from the front seat, uncorked it, took a sip, and asked, "Are there any bars nearby?"
Feng An nodded. She then looked at Ai Cao sitting in the back seat and asked, "Is there anywhere you'd like to go?"
Ai Cao shook her head: "I'll go with Cen Yu."
Cen Yu snorted again and took a big gulp of wine. She drank it quickly, and an unhealthy flush appeared on her cheeks.
Cen Yu said, "You and Feng An are both lesbians."
There were only the three of them in the car, and she wasn't speaking as softly and cautiously as she had in front of Cen Lan. She lazily placed the wine bottle aside and swayed as she reached for her makeup bag to touch up her makeup. She was a little drunk; her hand holding the eyebrow pencil was unsteady, and she drew a slanted line.
Feng An's voice sounded somewhat helpless: "Miss, I am not a lesbian."
Feng An remained focused on driving, only glancing at Cen Yu once. The road conditions weren't great due to the snow, but fortunately, other cars kept their distance, fearing a collision.
Cen Yu, holding the wine bottle, poked the mugwort with the bottom of the bottle: "Aren't you going to say anything?"
Ai Cao thought for a moment and said, "Am I a lesbian?"
Cen Yu jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She shouted, "I knew it! The moment I saw you, I knew you were a lesbian!"
Feng An glanced at Ai Cao in the rearview mirror and said calmly, "Miss, it's impolite to say that to a guest."
Cen Yu turned her attention to Feng An: "You're a lesbian too! ...How could someone grow up without ever playing with men!"
Feng An sighed softly and said, "Because I am Miss's bodyguard, wherever Miss is, I will be there."
It seemed that Cen Yu was completely dissatisfied with her answer. But at least the Feng case offered an explanation for her behavior—while Ai Cao hadn't said a word yet.
Cen Yu asked Ai Cao again, "So you admit you're a lesbian?"
Ai Cao nodded and said matter-of-factly, "I don't like men, I like my mother, and I have short hair. So I'm a lesbian."
The system emitted a sharp, popping sound.
Cen Yu choked.
She took a few more gulps of wine, her eyes half-open and half-closed, and said, "...So you're a lesbian."
Ai Cao nodded and readily admitted, "Yes, I'm a lesbian." She asked sincerely, "Is there anything wrong with being a lesbian?"
Cen Yu whispered, "You're a lesbian, I need to distance myself from you."
The mugwort asked, "Why?"
Cen Yu's voice gradually grew louder: "Because I'm not a lesbian!"
Ai Cao thought for a moment and said, "Do you like Cen Lan?"
Cen Yu gritted her teeth and reluctantly nodded: "She's my mother, how could I not like her?"
Do you like your dad?
Cen Yu sneered, "Just a useless man who can't do anything right."
“Although you don’t have short hair, since you said that Feng An with long hair is a lesbian…” Ai Cao said seriously, “So you are a lesbian too.”
Cen Yu fell silent.
She shrank back into the passenger seat, clutching the bottle of red wine and muttering to herself.
Cen Yu asked, "So I'm a lesbian too?"
The mugwort nodded earnestly.
Feng An, sitting in the driver's seat, came to Cen Yu's rescue, saying, "Miss isn't a lesbian, she just doesn't like men."
Cen Yu chuckled and repeated her words: "I don't like men."
Feng An nodded: "Miss just doesn't like men, Miss is not a lesbian."
Ai Cao looked at Cen Yu, then at Feng An, and said, "Being a bodyguard is quite tough."
Feng An glanced at the mugwort but said nothing.
She parked the car in the bar's parking lot and then held an umbrella over Cen Yu to shield her from the snow. Cen Yu, her cheeks flushed, clutched the bottle of liquor and whispered to Feng An, "I'm not a lesbian." Feng An escorted Cen Yu into the bar and stood at the entrance shaking the snow off the umbrella.
Ai Cao asked Feng An: "Are you a lesbian?"
Feng An looked at Ai Cao and said, "I am not a lesbian." Her lips curled slightly as she said, "I admire Madam and treat Miss as my own family. I have no romantic feelings for Miss—never before, and never will."
After answering the question, Feng An calmly countered, "Why do you say you're a lesbian? Miss, you're really angry."
Ai Cao blinked blankly and said, "Because I do look like a lesbian."
Feng smiled. She said, "The term 'lesbian' isn't something that can be openly discussed. Please don't say that again next time."
Artemisia nodded and asked, "Then what am I?"
Feng thought for a moment and said, "A non-marriage advocate."
The system reacted quickly and sent Ai Cao content related to the idea of not getting married. Ai Cao looked at it and raised her own question: "It seems that there are both women and men who advocate not getting married. And I'm not necessarily against marriage."
Feng An nodded and said, "But nowadays, not getting married can replace the lesbians that customers keep talking about."
"If I say I'm against marriage, will people stop assuming I like men?" Ai Cao asked.
Feng An smiled again.
She said, "Of course not." She lowered her voice and said, "Men will just think you haven't met the right man who will make you change your mind."
“What if I kill every man I meet?” Ai Cao asked.
Feng An observed the mugwort with a hint of surprise for a few seconds. She mentally reassessed the mugwort's danger level—and its beneficial level for the young lady—and finally said:
"Then you'll be locked up in jail as a madman."
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