301: Chapter 301 I am Yao Yao

"Letter of Repentance"

I am Yaoyao, Brother Ye's good baby.

I have deeply realized my mistakes.

After returning home on the fifth, I was overly immersed in family and friendship, leaving love behind. I allowed my great Brother Ye to be neglected and ignored. I was truly, terribly wrong!

...

Su Ning huddled in the corner of a booth in the KTV room, her brows tightly knit. Her fingers tapped and poked at the phone screen, deleting and revising, then revising and deleting again.

"Little Sister Su, what are you doing? Come on, it's the song you requested~"

A best friend wearing a fuzzy coat leaned in, grinning as she handed the microphone to her. Her gaze accidentally swept across the phone screen, and her eyes instantly widened:

"Holy crap! So much green?! What's going on?!"

Su Ning's face darkened, and she irritably pressed the phone against her chest:

"Go away, go sing! I haven't contacted my boyfriend for five days, and he's throwing a tantrum. I'm in the middle of giving him a profound lecture!"

Her friend suddenly realized, giving a thumbs up with a look of admiration:

"As expected of our goddess, Little Sister Su! Exactly! He needs to be taught a lesson! Being able to date our Little Sister Su is a blessing he earned over eight lifetimes. How dare he give you attitude? He's getting way too ahead of himself!"

"It's fine, just a small issue. A good scolding will fix it."

Su Ning waved her hand, trying her best to maintain her "goddess" composure. "Go back to your fun. Order whatever you want to eat or drink; it's on me tonight!"

"Alright! Little Sister Su is the best!"

The friend giggled and stopped bothering her. "Then hurry over after you're done with the lecture. We'll save your song for you!"

With that, she turned and squeezed back among the other girls swaying to the music, continuing to sing her heart out.

Inside the booth, the music was deafening, colored lights swirled, and the Sisters were laughing and playing together, but Su Ning's mind was no longer on singing at all.

She ruffled her hair and refocused on the screen, continuing to type:

[Brother, I have truly and deeply realized my mistake...]

These past few days, Su Ning had truly indulged in the thrill of "returning home in glory."

From high school classmates to middle school, then elementary school and childhood friends—she didn't miss a single gathering she could connect herself to. If no one organized one, she would secretly nudge a friend to set it up.

Even those family gatherings she used to avoid like the plague—the ones filled with soul-crushing questions like "Found a partner yet?" or "How much do you earn?"—she uncharacteristically took the initiative to attend.

Every day, she wore carefully coordinated Chanel style outfits, carried her gleaming Chanel bag, and walked into various venues with her chin held high. She basked in the envious or surprised looks of former classmates, neighbors, and relatives, listening to compliments like "Little Su has really made it," "She's getting prettier and prettier," and "Where are you making your fortune?" Her vanity was satisfied like never before; she was practically flying high.

But...

As great as it felt...

It seemed she had forgotten about the Big Bro...

Forgetting wouldn't have mattered much, since he seemed to have forgotten her too.

But the problem was, the Big Bro remembered first—and he did so with a solitary, death-scented "?".

Su Ning scrolled up the screen, looking at that question mark that seemed to carry shards of ice. She was panicking inside.

She knew this feeling all too well; it was the precursor to a "Cold War"!

History books describe how terrifying a Cold War is. She'd heard the powerful Soviet Union was dragged down by one—how scary!

From the moment she received that question mark, she had activated her highest-level "mending the fold after the sheep are lost" emergency plan.

Call him? No answer.

WeChat voice call? Still no answer.

That left only one final move: message bombing!

She started spamming him, from acting cute and spoiled to making profound self-reflections, from reminiscing about the past to looking toward the future. She didn't stop for a second, racking her brain to send messages in every way possible.

However, it remained dead silent on the other end of the phone; not a single word was returned.

She even pulled out her ultimate move: revealing the Valentine's Day gift early!

She sent the purchase screenshots directly, trying to use "material goods" to awaken "love," but he remained as steady as Mount Tai, showing no reaction.

Su Ning seriously suspected her number had been blacklisted and her WeChat messages set to "Do Not Disturb."

Otherwise, how could anyone resist Su Xiaoning's sincere self-reflection and tempting gift offensive?

But if...

If he hadn't muted her and he saw it but was intentionally not replying...

As soon as this thought surfaced, Su Ning's heart skipped a beat. She almost booked the earliest flight back to Shengtian on the spot.

If he saw it and ignored it, then it was all over!

She had long suspected that the reason those small gifts could "calm the imperial wrath" was fundamentally because he already knew "Yaoyao" was her. He didn't enjoy the gifts themselves, but rather the frantic, brain-racking reaction he provoked by teasing her!

Now that she wasn't by his side, separated by a phone screen, "physical attacks" like gift-giving naturally became ineffective.

A "gap period" of over ten days...

Would he, out of boredom, wander into other voice chat rooms?

Would he be dazzled by those "seductive vixens" in the Girl Group live stream rooms?

Would he, with a wave of his hand on Valentine's Day, shower someone else with the money that was supposed to be hers?

Would he...

When she excitedly returned to Jindi Shangfeng after the New Year, would she find that everything in 1601 had changed, and a new "good baby" was already living in her bedroom?

The more Su Ning thought about it, the more panicked she became. It felt like she was sitting on nails; she couldn't stay still.

If it weren't for the Sisters sitting on the nearby sofa who worshipped her as a "winner in life," and the fact that the "elegant goddess" persona she'd worked so hard to maintain for days couldn't crumble, she really would have wanted to spin around like a top right then and there.

No! This absolutely cannot be delayed!

Conflicts in a relationship are like diarrhea; the longer you delay, the harder it is to hold in. It must be resolved the same day, never left overnight, or else you'll likely mess the bed!

Su Ning pursed her lips and, hardening her heart, suddenly stood up from the sofa. She shouted at the Sisters who were laughing, playing, and fighting over the microphone:

"The five of you! Get your phones out! Quick! Let me borrow them!"

The five Sisters were stunned and looked at her in unison. "Little Sister Su? What's wrong? What happened?"

Su Ning walked over quickly, too lazy to explain, and reached out. "Don't ask so many questions! Each of you, help me make a call! Right now! Immediately!"

The girls looked at each other, and although they didn't understand, seeing Su Ning's serious expression, they obediently took out their phones and handed them to her.