Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 652 - 632: Safe and Sound

"Senior brother..." After getting into the taxi, Luo Qianqian still looked back to make sure no one was following, a nervous expression covering her face.

Jimo Cheng, sitting beside her, patted her hand, "Don’t worry, your uncle is no ordinary person."

Luo Qianqian, of course, knew this, but couldn’t help feeling uneasy, her heart thumping wildly.

Jimo Cheng’s face showed no ripples of emotion, sitting calmly. As they neared the neighborhood, he finally said, "We’re here. Stop worrying. I promise you’ll get a message from him ensuring his safety before you wake up tomorrow, okay?"

Luo Qianqian nodded, her expression gloomy, but in the next second, she reverted to her usual demeanor, a faint smile playing on her lips, "Don’t tell Xiao Yu or Brother Jiayou about this afternoon’s events."

Although surprised, Jimo Cheng nodded; such a simple request he would not refuse.

After getting out of the car, sure enough, she saw the two of them standing downstairs, anxiously pacing in circles. She felt touched for a moment and waved to them, calling out, "Xiao Yu, Brother Jiayou."

Upon seeing the two of them hurry over, He Wenyu frowned and flicked Luo Qianqian’s forehead, "Coming back this late, were you asking for a spanking?"

With a light smile, Luo Qianqian took He Wenyu’s arm and said nothing.

Lin Jiayou looked towards Jimo Cheng, and Jimo Cheng did the same, only with a smile, meaning he also said nothing. Jiayou sighed slightly—it seemed Qianqian had already said something.

"Where to now?" Lin Jiayou asked, since the two were so obviously evasive, he had no more questions and could only change the subject.

He Wenyu was taken aback and looked towards Lin Jiayou, but all she saw was Lin Jiayou gently shaking his head. She pursed her lips, silent, and continued to look stern at Luo Qianqian.

"Let’s go to grandma’s first, then to mom’s, and then back to the hotel," Luo Qianqian said, pointing to the big package in Jimo Cheng’s arms, "The fruit Uncle sent, I’m going to divide some up. Oh, Xiao Yu, you’d better grab some and take it up to godmother."

He Wenyu certainly knew what fruit it was, having received a bunch herself before they left.

"Okay, sure." Jimo Cheng set down the backpack. Luo Qianqian opened the backpack, used the light from her phone to look inside, and with her jacket scooping up the fruit, she scampered upstairs. The He family’s couple was not home yet, so there was no need to worry about appearances.

Luo Qianqian helped open the door and turn on the lights. He Wenyu calmly placed the fruit and jacket on the coffee table, "Write a note, I’m going to change clothes." The jacket holding the fruit was the hoodie Luo Qianqian had put on later and taken off after getting in the car, since it wasn’t yet cold enough to wear two jackets.

Luo Qianqian casually took paper and pen from under the coffee table—after all, she was familiar with the He family’s home layout, "Write what?"

"Just let them eat the fruit and say we brought it back," He Wenyu called out from the bedroom.

While writing, Luo Qianqian heard He Wenyu ask, "What happened this afternoon? Brother Jiayou mentioned that the internet café has been closed for half a month."

Hearing this, a light bulb went off for Luo Qianqian—right, couldn’t the person behind this just ask the internet café’s owner to find out?

She mumbled a vague response, then looking at the dirty hoodie, she shifted the subject with distaste, "You’ve got to wash this for me."

"Since when have you washed anything yourself?" He Wenyu was instantly displeased. Back when they were kids, Luo Qianqian’s clothes were washed by her godmother and Luo Shufan. She, at most, washed small items like panties and socks, always looking for praise with an ’I did chores, praise me’ attitude. Later when they got a washing machine... she didn’t even wash socks anymore, okay?

Disdainfully putting the fruit into the basket, she casually tossed the clothes into the washing machine. "It’s so obvious that you’re not going to wear these clothes a second time. Why wash them? To send them back to you by express delivery?"

"No..." Luo Qianqian was completely serious. "It’s to give you something to remember me by."

"...Looking at this piece of clothing, I can’t recall even a bit that it’s yours, okay? Besides, do you really think my house lacks any of your things?" he said, glancing at the floor where Luo Qianqian’s personal slippers lay, then in the kitchen at her own bowls and chopsticks, not to mention pajamas and a variety of other items. After all, living just upstairs from one another, it was inevitable to stay over at each other’s places from time to time.

"Hehe... let’s go, let’s go." Luo Qianqian turned off the light and He Wenyu took the keys and locked the door.

Lin Jiayou was driving, and after the four people delivered fruit to both places, they returned to the hotel.

"What are we eating?" He Wenyu asked, looking at the rising elevator. The hotel naturally wasn’t short of food options—there were Chinese, Western, and Japanese restaurants, even revolving ones, not to mention two coffee shops.

"What do you want to eat?" Luo Qianqian looked at He Wenyu and then turned her head to Jimo Cheng with a bit of a smile on her face. "As long as you don’t want to have dessert at dinner time, senior brother probably won’t refuse. Right, senior brother?"

"Dessert after dinner is also possible," He Wenyu quickly raised his hand and said.

Jimo Cheng smiled silently, his gaze resting on Luo Qianqian.

After ordering food and eating in the room, everyone went back to their own rooms to wash up.

Without a word through the night, dawn came, and Luo Qianqian’s phone vibrated once. The slight vibration startled the pensive Luo Qianqian awake, and then she saw the message on her phone. It was indeed Luo Xiying’s safety check message, which made her sigh in relief.

After thinking about it, she also sent a message to Jimo Cheng about the message. She hadn’t expected Jimo Cheng to reply almost instantly: I didn’t lie to you, right? What do you want to eat this morning?

Luo Qianqian felt embarrassed. How did she seem in her fiancé’s eyes? As if all she knew was to eat all day long?

Before she could react further, a second message came in: You have a class reunion today, so it might be better to eat something light, right?

Luo Qianqian was startled; she had nearly forgotten about it because of the busyness of yesterday, but Jimo Cheng remembered. She quickly replied: Senior brother, whatever you want, I’m not picky.

Yet with her hands, she nudged He Wenyu. "Xiao Yu, when is the reunion today?"

"From two in the afternoon until eight at night, don’t wake me up," He Wenyu rolled over, covered his head with a pillow, and continued to sleep.

Luo Qianqian looked helplessly as usual; it was always He Wenyu who woke her up, and she would play hard to get. Why was it reversed today?

But she really did feel a bit sleepy again. Luo Qianqian yawned, hugged her phone, and fell back into a deep sleep.

At this moment, Jimo Cheng had already drawn the curtains and sat up. The morning sunlight fell on his fair skin, making it look somewhat translucent. If it weren’t for the clearly defined abs, no one could believe this to be the body of a boy who seemed so delicate.

But thinking about it, it made sense—if he really was as fragile as he appeared on the surface, how could he have kicked that fat woman away? And how could he have the strength of a Black Belt?

Standing up, he looked at his reflection in the glass and murmured to himself, "Jin Yue, I really wish I had met you sooner." If so, would there be more room for me in your heart?