Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 423: Yu Xia~

Reply? That’s impossible.

Asking her to write something like "Dear, I’m crazy about you" or "I love you like a mouse loves rice, nibbling and nibbling at you," is something she’d never do in her lifetime.

But Xie Qingci got interested and really started writing a second letter.

On the night before wrapping up, he insisted on holding her hand to write the first few lines together.

"Starting today, I’ll write you a few love letters every month and put them in our blue box. How about it?"

Yu Xia was shaking all over, couldn’t hold the pen steadily, looking at the couple of crooked lines she wrote, her face flushed, she paid no heed to asking him whether it was okay, only grit her teeth and scolded him.

"You’re going to kill me, Xie Qingci!"

"Going to die, under a peony, even as a ghost, there’s romance."

After finally finishing the love letter, Yu Xia furiously ran off, and up until he was ready to leave the next day, she played deaf and blind, ignoring him.

Sometimes Xie Qingci is just a shameless lazybones, keeping a half-meter distance from her, lazily trailing behind like a sunbathing cat; even though he could reach out and catch her in a single step, he just hovered behind, verbally pleading for mercy.

"Sister."

"Sister—"

"Don’t ignore me, or I’ll throw the suitcase and hug you."

"The luggage is so heavy, I can’t lift it."

"Really not going to talk to me? I’m sorry, the weather’s so nice, don’t be angry."

"Yu Xia—Yu Xia—slow down."

"Yu Xia—can we hold hands?"

"Yu Xia—"

Mr. Yang got a headache hearing this, with goosebumps rising all over, a chill breeze blew, and he couldn’t help rubbing his hands.

Yu Xia saw it, turned around, and glared at Xie Qingci: "So much nonsense, you can’t even carry a suitcase, are you Lin Daiyu?"

The trip also included Yu Yue, his assistant, and manager. All the calling out, weren’t they annoyed with others overhearing?

Despite the glare, Xie Qingci was still laughing, took a step forward, grabbed her hand, refusing to let go no matter how much she struggled.

"Now I have the strength."

Yu Xia: "...Childish!"

Mr. Yang: Ugh, it’s too sickly sweet, can’t stand it, someone save him.

On the highway just outside the suburbs, they got in the car, Yu Yue sat alone on the left of the back seat, Yu Xia was pulled close by Xie Qingci, his mischievous paw kept pinching her.

Mr. Yang glanced through the rearview mirror, seeing Xie Qingci lounging bonelessly against Yu Xia, the whole person like a cat living in spring, wanting to wrap the bristling cat next to him in his fur, best if he could open wide and swallow them, not a trace of the lethargy from days before.

It was a sight that jarred him each time, really made him want to dismantle the rearview mirror.

What followed was a long journey; in a warm space, it’s easy for people to doze off.

Xie Qingci, well-placated, closed his eyes and didn’t make a sound. Yu Xia begrudgingly leaned to rest her eyes, Yu Yue on her left was also teetering on the edge of sleep.

Sleepiness is contagious, and except for the driver, everyone in the car was drowsy.

Until the silence was broken by a vibrating sound from a smartwatch.

Yu Yue didn’t even open his eyes, slid a finger to answer the call, and softly mumbled, "Hello."

Then came Yue Ling’s gentle voice: "Yu Yue, where are you guys?"

"In the car, Mom. With Aunt and Brother."

Yue Ling probably paused to recall that this "Brother" referred to Xie Qingci, then asked, "Where are you going? You’re not causing trouble for your aunt, right? What’s your aunt doing?"

Yu Yue struggled to open an eye, glanced over, and replied, "Aunt and Brother are sleeping together."

Yue Ling: "?!"

Yu Xia was startled awake by this remark, grabbed his hand, and spoke into the smartwatch: "Sister-in-law, don’t listen to his nonsense. It’s just that Xie Qingci finished filming and we’re heading back from the set. Do you need anything?"

"Oh, nothing much, just wondering when you’ll be back."

"The day after tomorrow, I guess. I’ll drive back." As she spoke, she couldn’t resist yawning.

The Xie Qingci who was lying against her squeezed closer as she dodged twice but he kept at it, looking up she discovered he did it on purpose, staring at her, chin gesturing towards the smartwatch.

What about me, he mouthed silently.

She opened her mouth, didn’t have time to think how to address it, but Yu Yue thoughtfully brought up his consequence position.

"Mom, if Aunt and I both go back, can we bring Brother along?"

Xie Qingci smiled, looking at him with an expression of relief, as if saying, "It was worth playing along with you."

Yue Ling listened, neither found it strange nor awkward, still so gently, "You can, only if your aunt agrees."

Yu Yue: "Then Aunt agrees, they surely can’t bear to part."

"...Little kid knows nothing, "Sister-in-law, New Year’s Day, isn’t it inappropriate?"

Bringing a boyfriend home for New Year, isn’t that like a precursor to tying the knot? And besides, Xie Qingci ought to go spend time with his parents too.

"Whether it’s suitable, you two should decide, your brother and I are okay with whatever you choose."

She looked towards Xie Qingci.

"You’re not going back to your parents?"

Xie Qingci nonchalantly said, "They are even busier than me, they haven’t even told me if they’ll be back. Besides, accompanying you makes them happier."

"...Okay then. Sister-in-law, I’ll bring him home with me the day after tomorrow."

"Alright, just don’t tell your brother yet."

The call ended, and Xie Qingci cheerfully got closer. Just when she was about to express something, Mr. Yang in the front passenger seat turned around with eyes that spoke volumes.

After hesitating for half a minute, he finally asked, "Are you going back together for the New Year?"

In the last half of the year, they’ve been in the media spotlight, paparazzi have been shadowing them. If they get caught visiting family together, won’t it be splashed over the media with "wedding imminent" or "speedy marriage" titles?

His words carried a tinge of disapproval, but Yu Xia spoke up to defend the decision.

"Don’t worry, Mr. Yang, the truth is the truth. They can talk, but we won’t dissect our lives for them to see."

Xie Qingci nodded along, like an unquestioning newlywed.

Mr. Yang was merely advising and couldn’t decide for them. Seeing them so firm, he said no more: "Alright, you two manage it yourselves."

Another dozy stretch ensued until they finally reached home.

Xie Qingci shamelessly brought his luggage along, following Yu Xia, clearly with no intention of heading to his own place.

The assistant and Mr. Yang exchanged glances; might as well enjoy the holidays sooner too.

...

Yu Xia and Yu Yue woke up from their nap, the kitchen was bubbling with soup, aroma and warmth filled the space.

Xie Qingci was on the sofa, a book on his lap, fiddling with his phone.

She yawned, eyes bleary, asked, "What are you doing?"

Xie Qingci waved his phone: "Posting on Weibo."

"Wrap-up post? Didn’t you post it earlier?"

She knelt on one knee at the edge of the sofa, leaned over to take a look.

[Xie Qingci v: Returning home/image]

The photo was of her kitchen, his silhouette reflected off the shiny fridge.