"Okay, I agree, I agree!" Zhou Yue, who had been coming over for meals every day recently, nodded vigorously. The results of her recent freeloading were obvious; her face had gotten even rounder.
"You guys are just trying to annoy me." Qin Xiaoyu glanced at Zhou Yue's waist and whispered, "Sis, are you pregnant?"
"What is it?" Zhou Yue's loud voice rang out, and the girls next to her giggled and walked away.
"You mean that? No. My mother-in-law asks about it every day, it's so annoying." Zhou Yue's eyes darkened, she didn't want to bring it up again.
"Let's just take my goddaughter back and report!" Zhou Yue turned around, picked up her little sister, and kissed her left and right. The little sister was a bit of a germaphobe; she would even wipe away Qin Xiaoyu's kisses, but she didn't dislike Zhou Yue at all, and even pouted her little lips to actively respond to her kisses.
"Oh dear, my dear mother is getting jealous!" Qin Xiaoyu exclaimed, half-jokingly. Hanhan quickly ran over, stood on tiptoe, and kissed her on the cheek.
"What should I do? I love both of your kids. Give them to me, and I'll have a son and a daughter!" Zhou Yue exclaimed. She always referred to herself as Hanhan and Xiaomei's godmother. Knowing her decisive nature, Qin Xiaoyu didn't argue with her.
"You'd never guess who my little sister looks like." Zhou Yue hugged her little sister and examined her closely.
"Who does she look like? She certainly doesn't look like me." Qin Xiaoyu had also thought about this question. There was no doubt that Hanhan looked like her, but her younger sister didn't look like her, nor did she look like Tang Wenzhi. Everyone says that girls resemble their aunts, but she didn't look like Tang Wenwen at all.
“He looks like my younger brother.” It took Qin Xiaoyu a while to connect Tang Yue’s words with Zhou Xing’s, and she couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Zhou Xing looked like this when he was a child, chubby and with big round eyes. He got uglier and uglier as he grew up. His face was always cold and sullen, and he looked like he deserved to be punched."
Zhou Yue's description was spot on. Qin Xiaoyu genuinely laughed this time, indicating that she wasn't the only one who wanted to beat up Zhou Xing.
"Is it because your mother spoils you?"
"Yes, how did you know? My dad dotes on me, so my mom spoils me rotten."
"But he doesn't seem to be very close to your mother."
“He’s not close to anyone. He’s always been proud and has a strong sense of self-esteem. He never backs down…” Zhou Yue stopped, staring at the door in surprise, and stammered, “Zhou Xing?”
"Yes, I'm here for a haircut." Zhou Xing said, glancing at Qin Xiaoyu.
"You should have come a long time ago! What kind of haircut was that last time! People who don't know you know you're my brother, but people who don't know you think you're my uncle," Zhou Yue said irritably.
"Come over here, wash your hair first." Qin Xiaoyu beckoned Zhou Xing over. Zhou Xing remembered how she had tossed him around with hot and cold water last time, and felt a little scared.
Qin Xiaoyu washed his hair herself and gave him a massage. Considering he had helped take care of the child last time, she couldn't go too far.
Without asking, Qin Xiaoyu knew what hairstyle he wanted and immediately started working on it. Seeing Zhou Yue take the two children out to play, Zhou Xing suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Have you seen Tang Wenwen lately?"
"No, she seems very busy. What's wrong?" Qin Xiaoyu knew the importance of the matter. No wonder Zhou Xing took the initiative to come to get a haircut. He had something to say.
"Did you know that she and Jing Tian got back together?"
“I heard her say during the Chinese New Year that Jingtian contacted her while she was away studying. I tried to persuade her, but it was no use. I just let her be.”
"Hehe, but Bai Weiwei is now Jing Tian's fiancée, everyone in the industry knows that. My mom even mentioned it when she came home last time..."
Qin Xiaoyu's hand trembled, and the electric clippers went out of control with a hiss, shaving a row of hair down the right side of Zhou Xing's hair.
"You!" Zhou Xing roared angrily, his eyes turning red. If Qin Xiaoyu hadn't been a woman, she probably would have been beaten up immediately.
The students inside rushed over upon hearing the commotion, but upon seeing the scene, they all looked at each other in bewilderment and dared not speak.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Qin Xiaoyu apologized repeatedly.
"Would 'sorry' do any good?" Zhou Xing's eyes narrowed, as if he wanted to kill someone.
"It's no use." Qin Xiaoyu obediently shut her mouth and began to redesign her hairstyle.
Can it be repaired?
"I'll give it a try."
"Give it a try?"
"Yeah, are you asking me to try, or someone else to try? If you're asking me to try, then shut up. Let's do it again, there's really no other way." Qin Xiaoyu's anger also flared up. It wasn't his fault; he was the one who insisted on bringing up Tang Wenwen's matter and provoked her.
It really was only Qin Xiaoyu who could handle Zhou Xing; his face turned ashen, and he shut his mouth. Zhou Yue ran back carrying her little sister, glanced at Zhou Xing's appearance, and was also speechless.
"This really isn't my fault..." Qin Xiaoyu said aggrievedly. Seeing Zhou Xing's glare, she could only puff out her cheeks and try to calm herself down.
She slicked back all the hair on both sides of Zhou Xing's head, trimmed the top, and let it fall smoothly. Unlike Jing Tian's mohawk, this hairstyle was cleaner and neater, yet less jarring. He looked infinitely more handsome than when he came in.
Zhou Yue breathed a sigh of relief after seeing her finish cutting the hair.
"Xiaoyu's cooking skills are undeniable, not bad."
"How much?" Zhou Xing's expression improved somewhat, and he took out his wallet.
"Your family members don't need to pay, let's go." Qin Xiaoyu didn't take the ten yuan he offered.
“They are them, and I am me.” Zhou Xing stubbornly put the money on the table, turned around and left.
"This person..." Qin Xiaoyu wanted to pick up the money and chase after him, but Zhou Yue snatched it away.
“If he gives it to me, I’ll take it. Hehe, little sister, let’s go buy some delicious food.” Zhou Yue snatched it first.
"I find the relationship between you two siblings quite amusing." Qin Xiaoyu was amused by Zhou Yue's expression.
“We’re different from other families. The two of us have been enemies since we were little. We were weapons that our parents used to attack each other,” Zhou Yue sighed.
"Why? You never seem to call him by his nickname." Qin Xiaoyu also noticed that Zhou Yue always called Zhou Xing by his given name. Don't family members usually have nicknames or pet names?
“He doesn’t have a nickname. My dad said that boys from military families should be decisive and resolute, and using a nickname would be too effeminate, so he always uses his formal name. But for me, Yueyue, Xiaoyue, Dayueyue, Yueyue Baby… my dad can call me anything he wants, and it makes me cringe.”
"I never knew Uncle was so interesting." Qin Xiaoyu couldn't reconcile Yueyue Baby with Commander Zhou's cold and aloof image.
“My mom has always disliked this. Once, to get back at my dad, she called out ‘Xingxing.’ Zhou Xing turned pale with fright and took a few steps back, not daring to respond. My mom got impatient and called out ‘Xiaoxing.’ Zhou Xing took off running and didn’t turn back no matter how she called him, which made my dad laugh so hard he almost choked. From then on, my mom behaved herself.”
Zhou Yue's words made everyone in the room laugh, and they all doubled over with laughter. Some of the students from the south didn't quite understand and had to chase after the northerners to translate for them.
"Your family is so much fun." Qin Xiaoyu originally had some issues with the Zhou family, always thinking they were high and mighty, but now she realized how adorable they were.
“It’s not always like this. The atmosphere in our family depends on my dad. If he’s happy, everything is fine. If he’s unhappy, the sky will fall. He’s been unhappy these past few days. Haven’t you seen me running around outside every day? Staying at home is like attracting wrath.” Zhou Yue sighed.
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