Rebirth: The Comeback of the Girl-Chapter 813 - 812: Beyond Redemption

Mrs. Han, who had been peeking through the door crack, came out the moment Zhen Yu hung up the phone.

No choice! She had to be fast!

What if her elder son came out of the bathroom faster than she did? She feared she wouldn’t have the chance to appear...

"Ah, Auntie!"

No matter how embarrassed she felt inside, Zhen Yu still had to greet Mrs. Han proactively.

Luckily, Mrs. Han, being a married and middle-aged woman, was quite open-minded about relationships between men and women.

So she had already put the previous incident out of her mind and didn’t take it to heart at all!

At that moment, hearing Zhen Yu speaking to her, she quickly responded, "Oh! I heard the phone ringing and thought I’d come out to check."

"Oh! It was my phone." Zhen Yu admitted, "It was about a competition I participated in, notifying me to attend the next round."

Mrs. Han: "Oh! A competition! That’s good! It helps build character and win awards! Work hard, I’m going to prepare dinner now!"

Zhen Yu quickly got up, "Auntie, let me help you!"

"No need! Just sit tight!" Mrs. Han pushed Zhen Yu back down with a pat, "You haven’t fully recovered from your cold yet! You have classes tomorrow! Just stay put and rest! I’m usually idle, and cooking three meals a day doesn’t tire me out! Watch some TV, and when Jiaoyang comes back, you both can discuss the Hanfu photoshoot for tonight!"

"Oh! Right! The photoshoot!"

Zhen Yu suddenly remembered, Mrs. Han mentioned earlier in the day that they booked a photographer yesterday to come over tonight.

So, she did not insist on helping Mrs. Han, instead sat back on the sofa, picked up her phone and called the photographer...

——

When Han Mingyue came out of the bathroom, he saw Zhen Yu still on the phone.

He sat next to her, and only then did she finally end the call and hang up the phone.

"What call lasted so long?" Han Mingyue casually asked out of curiosity.

And Zhen Yu actually answered, "Photographer! I was negotiating, to see if someone could help do makeup for your brother."

Han Mingyue was stunned! Because he remembered Zhen Yu had already saved the photographer’s number in her contacts and had called before.

So he instinctively asked again, "Hmm? Then the previous unknown number..."

"Oh, that! That was from the Calligraphy and Painting Competition, notifying me about next Saturday’s next round," Zhen Yu said casually.

Han Mingyue nodded, indicating he understood.

Then they shifted the conversation to discussing returning to school after dinner and preparing for upcoming studies.

After all, New Year’s Day was approaching, and soon it would be time for the end-of-term exams in the first semester of freshman year...

When Han Jiayang returned home, he saw his brother and Zhen Yu sitting very close on the sofa! Their legs were touching! Face to face!

As he stood by the front door, he could only see the back of his brother’s head, and Zhen Yu’s big eyes...

"Ahem!" Unable to stop his thoughts from wandering, Han Jiayang gave a heavy cough! As a reminder.

Moreover, his healthy, wheat-colored face turned a suspicious shade of red.

Zhen Yu blinked, and her eyes suddenly lit up in understanding, realizing what the scene must have looked like.

It was likely that from Han Jiayang’s angle, the way she and Han Mingyue looked must have been like a scene in a movie! Hence the misunderstanding!

——

Zhen Yu felt a bit embarrassed but still explained, "You little brat, what nonsense are you imagining? I was just talking with your brother!"

"Oh oh oh! Talking, huh, keep talking! I’ll go wash my hands first."

Han Jiayang didn’t dare to make eye contact with Zhen Yu, quickly agreeing and disappeared into the bathroom.

Zhen Yu: "..."

What? Why can’t she seem to clarify this misunderstanding, and why does it feel like it’s getting worse?!

And Han Mingyue, seated sideways on the sofa, had been facing away from the door! So even now he still didn’t understand what had happened between his brother and Zhen Yu...

After glancing at his brother a few times, he turned back to Zhen Yu, asking, "What’s up with him?"

Zhen Yu’s face instantly turned crimson upon hearing his question!

What’s up? What’s up? You still have the cheek to ask me what’s up?!

First it was Aunt Han, now it’s Han Jiayang!

Zhen Yu felt after today, her ’reckless’ image, in the eyes of the Han Family, would be impossible to clear—even if she jumped into the Yellow River!

"Xiao Yu? You..."

Han Mingyue worriedly stared at Zhen Yu’s flushed face, afraid the capillaries on her face might burst out at any moment and bleed! The thought of such a terrifying scene made Han Mingyue quickly decide to physically cool her down.

But as he continued, Han Mingyue unknowingly squeezed Zhen Yu’s cheeks from the sides and gave them a gentle rub...

——

As he rubbed, Han Mingyue thought to himself, "Her little face normally doesn’t seem that big! Why is it so soft and smooth when I hold it? It makes me want to pinch it..."

Zhen Yu: "???"

Are you thinking about something nonsensical... Let go already!

Feeling that Han Mingyue was about to pinch her cheeks, Zhen Yu immediately shook her head, shaking his hands off!

Then widened her eyes and asked, "What are you doing? Treating me like I’m a three-year-old?!"

"Ha! Haha..." Han Mingyue was amused by her pouty face, "Not three years old? Then thirteen? Or twenty-three?"

"Thirty-three!" Zhen Yu half-jokingly emphasized with a pout!

Han Mingyue laughed and shook his head, "How could that be? More like thirty-three bucks!"

"Why not?! What if I really am thirty-three years old now?" Somehow, Zhen Yu suddenly thought of her combined age from her past and current life.

Thinking about it, it really is around thirty-three...

"If you really were thirty-three now..." Han Mingyue looked dreamily at a point in the air, clearly pondering how to answer Zhen Yu’s question.

Then, after a short pause, Zhen Yu heard him calmly say, "Then I would be thirty-four by now! We should already be married, and even have kids! If it’s a daughter, hopefully she’d look like you! If it’s a son, he wouldn’t look bad like me either. Their name would surely be wonderful! Because I am certain, before our child was born, I would have already been very attentive in naming them..."