Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 424: I’ll Read You a Love Letter

Looking at this picture, it definitely gives off a vibe that’s loaded with the "green tea" effect.

In recent years, many celebrity relationships have been exposed, cohabitation revealed, and even fake relationships used for publicity, all traced back to seemingly normal photos.

Netizens are skilled at looking for clues in photos to get the information they want.

Like certain objects that accidentally appear in the background, later identified as matching a particular celebrity’s style, or unclear reflections showing couple phone cases, matching outfits, or even the silhouette of a second person.

But those are all pretty subtle.

In Xie Qingci’s photo, the reflection in the fridge is crystal clear, the pink and purple casserole is clearly for a girl, and the kitchen layout is different from what was seen during his previous livestream.

It’s as if he didn’t write on Weibo, "This isn’t my house, guess where I am."

She was speechless, glancing at him.

"You’re afraid no one will know you’re at my place."

"Why should I be afraid of others knowing? Is dating and living together illegal?" He tossed his phone aside, extended his arm, and wrapped it around her waist. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Yu Xia quickly pushed him away, glancing to the side.

Yu Yue was sitting considerately on the other side, quite a distance away, munching on an apple, not wavering in his gaze.

After finishing the apple, he wrinkled his nose and sniffed: "Brother, what are you cooking? It smells so good."

"Fish maw chicken soup; it’s too cold outside, your aunt needs something warm to drink."

Yu Yue immediately started to flatter, "Brother, you’re amazing. My dad can’t even cook."

"No, your dad can cook," Yu Xia also took an apple, biting into it, "but only when he was pursuing your mom. Later, because it was really bad, your mom deprived him of the chance to cook. Oh, no, he did do some cooking afterward."

"Huh? What did he cook? I haven’t tasted it."

Yu Xia bit into the apple again, confidently saying: "Like fruit platters, boiled dumplings, steamed buns."

"...I can do that too."

She freed her hand to pat his small shoulder: "Good nephew, your aunt will tell you a life lesson—men need to know how to cook. Only by mastering culinary skills can they be successful. Look, this brother here cooks well, that’s why he could win over a beauty of my level."

Yu Yue frowned in disbelief, maybe wanting to retort, but for his own safety, he dared not speak, turning instead to look at Xie Qingci.

Xie Qingci solemnly nodded: "Your aunt is right."

After speaking, he chuckled, and Yu Xia instantly shot him a glare.

They ate dinner in peace and harmony, and then came the time to allocate rooms.

Yu Yue’s room had been decided beforehand; he had been staying in that small guest room since his arrival.

Besides that, there was one guest room left. Yu Xia pushed Xie Qingci’s things inside, forbidding him from sneaking into the master bedroom.

"You’ll stay here; there’s a painting of peonies in there. Didn’t you want to be the ghost under the peony flowers? I’ll make your wish come true."

Xie Qingci was speechless, slowly turning his head to look at her, sighing for himself.

"Why, even with a girlfriend, must I sleep alone? Have I already lost your interest?"

"Yeah, I’m now devoid of all desires," she said coolly.

"...But I still have feelings and desires."

His actions were swift; he grabbed her waist, lifted her, and headed for the master bedroom door.

Yu Xia was startled, slapped his shoulder and arm, and quietly warned him to lay down arms and surrender without pointless struggle.

Xie Qingci turned a deaf ear, restrained her, entered the master bedroom, locked the door, and tossed her onto the bed.

——Then he took out a love letter that looked strangely familiar.

The first letter was in her hands, so this one must be...

"Xie Qingci, what are you up to?"

"Helping you face the justified exchange of letters between couples."

With a nephew next door, they couldn’t really do anything, so he might as well read the love letter aloud. He unfolded the paper, revealing a mysterious smile upon seeing the first line.

"Wifey — these two words are very clearly written, though a bit shaky. You need more practice."

"...Xie Qingci!" Her face flushed red, straining to kick him.

Xie Qingci halted her movements with his knee and put a finger to his lips, whispering, "Shh, keep it down. Otherwise, I’ll just have to read it louder, my love."

She turned her head away in shame and anger, having no choice but to cover her ears.

Xie Qingci cleared his throat and continued reading: "...In the love letter Gao Junyu wrote to Shi Pingmei, he said, ’I have two worlds, one where everything belongs to you, and I am a captive, even my soul is eternally bound, while in the other, I am not yours, nor my own person but merely a servant of historical duty.’

But in a time of peace, there is no reason in my other world not to belong to you, so everything of mine belongs to you, body and soul, thoughts, pleasures, pains, all originates from you..."

Yu Xia breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, what he read was bearable.

"You’re eavesdropping," Xie Qingci suddenly bent down, gently removing her loosely covered ear, smiling knowingly, "Are you anticipating something else? I’m about to read it."

"No way! You better shut up, I’m telling you, keep your letter away from me."

He shrugged: "I’m afraid that’s not possible. Come on, let me read something nice. Let me see what this word is; it’s scribbled, vaguely recognizable, should be — what is it? Honey, do you want me to stay? I can whisper it, not so loudly."

Yu Xia clutched the pillow, wishing she could smash it into his face, gritting her teeth:

"Stay, stay as long as you want."

Xie Qingci was satisfied.

After the floor lamp went off, they leaned against each other in the warm covers. He nestled by her ear, continuing to read more outrageously, softly and ambiguously.

Listening made Yu Xia curl her toes up tightly.

Such mushy and gross love letters—can a university student, well-rounded in all aspects, really write something like this? Is his mind filled not with higher knowledge but with low-level trash?

The love letters she imagined were all "beneath the trees after dusk, beside the streetlamp, my emotions follow your traces" or something like that, at least with a section of fresh environmental description as a buffer!

Did everything Xie Qingci learned about essays in high school get absorbed into a dog’s belly, with the entire piece filled with raw content?

Next time he writes, he’ll have to write something fresh and pure.

As her mind wandered with these thoughts, the reality was that the warmth under the covers and Xie Qingci’s gentle, magnetic voice encircled her, lulling her into drowsiness.

Before long, Xie Qingci put aside the letter, gave a gentle kiss on her side face, and embraced her as they both fell asleep.

...

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year’s Eve.

When gathering at the end of the year, though there were no elders around and one sibling was busy being a domineering CEO while the other was busy filming continuously, they still managed to overcome all difficulties to come home for the reunion dinner.

Yu Heng was always dedicated to letting her relive the happiness of her childhood. Important festivals and customs were never missed.