Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 668 - 648: An Encounter in a Narrow Path, He Juncai (7)
"Hey, I just don’t believe it, listen to this riddle: Mary’s father has 5 daughters, the first is Nana, the second Nene, the third Nini, the fourth Nono, what’s the name of the fifth daughter?"
"Mary, of course."
He Wenyu slumped onto the sofa in defeat, "Why do I feel like my intelligence has just been trampled on?"
Luo Qianqian still had a clueless expression, but after thinking for a long time eventually said, "...Could it be a brain-teaser?"
The young people around her couldn’t stop laughing, it was a case of two extremes, one got everything wrong, the other got everything right.
"Then I’ll ask you, ’What character do you get when you remove one stroke from the character for ’dog’?" Luo Qianqian blinked, her face full of slyness.
"Isn’t that obvious, it’s ’big’."
Luo Qianqian pursed her lips, "You should really go back and review the brain-teasers from first and second grade more often." After saying that, she turned and went back to her room. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
"Ah? Is that wrong?" He Wenyu was baffled by Luo Qianqian’s remark, "If you remove a stroke from ’dog’, isn’t it ’big’, or perhaps ’too’?"
"It’s ’person’, sister." The young man sighed as he watched Jimo Cheng also head back to his room, feeling a bit ridiculed. Why did it seem like he was being looked down on?
"...To remove ’one stroke’, Luo Qianqian, you’ve become tricky." He Wenyu didn’t get it until he heard the answer, hopping mad, but then he nodded with satisfaction, "Well then, I’ll be troubling you."
When Lin Jiayou came back, he saw a strange young man talking to He Wenyu about something, looking equally confused. What was going on? He had only stepped out for a moment, and when he came back there was an extra person. And that person didn’t seem to be Qianqian’s brother at all.
"Where’s Qianqian?" Lin Jiayou asked, turning to He Wenyu.
"She should be taking a shower."
He Wenyu curved his lips into a smile, "Come here, Brother Jiayou, I have a task for you."
"What is it?" Lin Jiayou, sitting on the sofa opposite them, grabbed a bottled water from the table and gulped down a big mouthful, nearly finishing half the bottle in one go, "You better not ask me to run errands, I’m already tired to death."
"No, no," He Wenyu quickly waved his hand, explaining the deal about asking Lin Jiayou to be a decoy.
"Ah, that makes sense, I’ll get on board with that after I give my dad a heads-up, otherwise he’ll definitely mess it up for you," Lin Jiayou said as soon as he heard it, agreeing immediately.
"Ah right, and there’s Uncle Lin, the big bug, who occasionally comes up with very correct suggestions," He Wenyu nodded repeatedly. Uncle Lin often interfered or gave He Jun constructive and rational advice.
"Isn’t it wrong to say that correct suggestions at this time are not quite right?" Lin Jiayou’s forehead began to perspire as he looked at He Wenyu with a face full of resignation.
By then, Luo Qianqian had come out, drying her hair, "Xiao Yu, don’t we have a hairdryer in our room?"
He Wenyu looked lost, she never used that stuff, how would she know?
"We even have those things?" Lin Jiayou was just as bewildered, but why go through such a complicated method for something that could be solved with a few swipes of a towel on his short hair? He only blew it dry before going out on a date, hoping the hairdryer would make him look a bit more handsome, it was purely for a bit of psychological comfort, after all.
"Come here," Jimo Cheng opened the door, "You can use the hairdryer in my room; don’t catch a cold." Then, he walked out, "What are you thinking about now?"
He Wenyu shared his thoughts with Jimo Cheng.
Luo Qianqian entered Jimo Cheng’s room with an unperturbed face, walked into the bathroom calmly, picked up the hairdryer, and was surprised by the tidy state of Jimo Cheng’s room. Although the layout was the same, she had to admit his room felt different—unless one considered the big box. When had that box arrived? Initially, he had only brought a small suitcase.
Inside the opened box were neatly folded clothes.
No wonder Jimo Cheng was seen wearing different clothes every day. Luo Qianqian had an epiphany and looked again at the hairdryer in her hand, which seemed not to belong to the hotel.
A boy carrying so many things with him—wasn’t that a bit too delicate? She looked at the facial cleanser, moisturizing lotion, and skin cream displayed on the washstand and found it hard to believe. At most, she would just apply sunblock and moisturizer, so why did Jimo Cheng have so much more???
She glanced aside and saw the hotel’s toiletries untouched, replaced by his personal grooming products.
"Could it be a case of germophobia?" Luo Qianqian muttered to herself while drying her hair.
The next second, a hand took the hairdryer from her and began gently drying her hair.
Luo Qianqian clearly saw Jimo Cheng’s chin in the mirror and realized she... was so short...
Feeling her strands becoming dry under those gentle hands, Luo Qianqian had to admit that she was a sloppy piggy girl compared to Jimo Cheng.
"If you dry it like that, your hair will become frizzy," Jimo Cheng put down the hairdryer, gently combed Luo Qianqian’s hair with his fingers, and smiled at their reflection, "Jin Yue needs to grow taller quickly."
"Brother, stop teasing me..." Luo Qianqian’s face was full of grievance. She was already short and now she was being made fun of. Without a mirror, she hadn’t realized that she only came up to Jimo Cheng’s chest; her height was just perfect for being an armrest.
"Hehe, oh, hand me that white bottle," Jimo Cheng looked at Luo Qianqian’s eyes in the mirror and pointed to the array of bottles and jars beside her.
Luo Qianqian’s face grew slightly hot under the gaze of Jimo Cheng in the mirror while she accurately handed him the small bottle.
Jimo Cheng took the small bottle, sprayed twice on Luo Qianqian’s head, and gently combed through her hair, "Jin Yue’s hair quality is very good, you should take good care of it."
Luo Qianqian watched Jimo Cheng’s actions and glanced at his serious face in the mirror before hesitating and asking, "Brother, do you use all these products every night?"
"These?" Jimo Cheng smiled, "I only use two or three, the rest aren’t prepared for me."
Luo Qianqian was taken aback but didn’t press further, "Brother, are you so skilled because..." you practiced combing Little Dumpling’s fur?
"Is Jin Yue concerned about me?" Jimo Cheng raised an eyebrow and didn’t answer, but the depth in his eyes gave Luo Qianqian her answer.
"You two... can you not... be so... um... like that..." He Wenyu had grown impatient waiting and upon finding the two in such an intimate scene of hair brushing, she felt somewhat embarrassed, but her reason told her she should wake Luo Qianqian up.
Luo Qianqian was startled and quickly ran out of the bathroom with a flushed face, grabbing He Wenyu, "What nonsense are you talking about, it’s not your fault for not drying my hair?"
"My fault, huh?"
