Chapter 106 Her shameless behavior made Ling Yue want to kill her.

"Stomach cancer?!"

After hearing Ling Yue's explanation, Song Xinyao's face turned pale with fright.

At the same time, all sorts of strange thoughts popped into her head.

Forming an outrageous idea:

"Then, how are you doing now? You... you wouldn't be..." Her mouth slowly rounded into an 'O', "splurging money like crazy at the very end of your life so you won't have any regrets left?"

Ling Yue was speechless.

"Is there a whole Tomato Novel living inside your head?"

Song Xinyao scratched her head and probed cautiously, "So, are you recovered now?"

Ling Yue stirred the toppings in her cup. "I'm still in the recovery period, so there are many dietary restrictions. I can't eat spicy, oily, or raw and cold foods."

"It's good as long as you can eat. I'll have my dad make braised beef, no spice." Song Xinyao breathed a sigh of relief.

She couldn't stop staring at Ling Yue's face; four words described it: radiant and glowing.

She didn't seem like someone tormented by illness.

Ling Yue felt inexplicably like a monkey in a zoo.

She coughed lightly and tapped the phone on the table. "Send me your home address."

Song Xinyao did as she was told.

Ling Yue clicked on the address. A route was mapped out; it was only a 15-minute walk from this snack shop.

It was quite close.

"I'll walk you home first. It's not safe for you to walk alone at night."

Just then, the shop owner was cleaning the counters, looking ready to close at any moment. Ling Yue glanced at the clock and saw it was already ten o'clock.

"It's fine, I have to go back and help my younger sister pack up the stall.

This is an Influencer Street, there are plenty of people along the way." Song Xinyao declined and reminded Ling Yue, "Go back and rest early. Just show up tomorrow, don't bring any gifts."

"Mind your own business," Ling Yue said bluntly.

Song Xinyao's eyes widened. "You've really changed."

Changing is good, changing is wonderful!

What's the point of being timid and subservient all day?

Knowing how to talk back and roast people means getting bullied less.

The past three years must have been very hard for her.

For a taciturn person to suddenly become articulate and even crack jokes, she must have experienced a devastating blow.

Actually, Song Xinyao still had many questions she hadn't asked, such as Ling Yue and her family, or her and Mao Wenjie.

But Ling Yue didn't bring them up, presumably because they had all become unimportant past history.

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Since she was going to an old classmate's house, there wasn't much need for formality.

Ling Yue chose a casual outfit and went with light makeup. Her hair wasn't styled, just left to fall naturally over her shoulders. She didn't wear expensive jewelry, only a watch worth hundreds of thousands.

"I'll just take A-Lan with me today. The rest of you stay home and organize the things I bought from the night market yesterday. It's best to pack them in boxes."

Ling Yue put on her shoes and spoke to Qu Shu and the others waiting nearby.

"What about me?" Master Qin raised his hand like an elementary student.

Ling Yue reached out her hand, and Xie Minmin handed the bag to her. "You rest at the hotel."

Ling Yue left, with Zang Lanyi driving.

Liang Hanlin and the others followed at a discreet distance.

Song Xinyao's home was in an alley that cars couldn't enter.

Zang Lanyi was wandering around the entrance of the alley looking for a parking spot when she saw Song Xinyao running out in her pajamas.

Following the direction she pointed, Zang Lanyi finally found an open-air parking lot and parked the car.

Seeing the car parked, Song Xinyao jogged forward. "I just woke up and came out to check, and you happened to arrive.

If this isn't fate, then what is love~"

Spouting cheesy lines first thing in the morning.

Ling Yue gave her a speechless roll of the eyes and stayed seated. "Come and get the things."

"Huh?" Song Xinyao looked toward the trunk. "Didn't I tell you not to buy anything? If you're going to be this polite, I'm gonna have to pummel you."

Ling Yue automatically ignored her internet slang and started moving the prepared gifts from the seat next to her.

Zang Lanyi got out of the car and jogged over, saying hurriedly, "Let me do it!"

Ling Yue decisively got out of the car.

There weren't many things, just six or seven bags scattered about.

Song Xinyao very politely took two bags to carry.

Ling Yue teased her, "Didn't you say you didn't want anything?"

Song Xinyao felt completely deserving. "My bestie bought these for me~ If you're jealous, have your bestie buy some for you too."

That smug look.

Ling Yue really wanted to kill her.

Walking into the bluestone alley, both sides were lined with low residential houses.

Occasionally, someone on an electric scooter would pass by. If she knew them, Song Xinyao would greet them openly and introduce Ling Yue.

When she wasn't greeting people, Song Xinyao grumbled about her dad going out early to buy groceries, making a racket for a while, and how the beef was already braised and waiting for her arrival.

Song Xinyao's voice was gentle and not sharp. Hearing her talk on and on, a trace of warmth inexplicably rose in Ling Yue's heart.

"We're here!"

Ling Yue's thoughts were snapped back by this shout.

She looked around to take in the surroundings.

The house was located at a corner. After going up three steps, they reached the door. Several pots of greenery were placed by the entrance. The breeze caused by their movement swayed the small green leaves back and forth, as if they were greeting Ling Yue.

Pushing open a black wooden door, a courtyard of about fifty square meters came into view, paved with clean granite.

A small vegetable garden had been cleared at the base of the left wall, where scallions and mint were growing.

Behind the door was an electric scooter and a bicycle that looked like it was about to be scrapped.

A laundry sink was built on the right side of the courtyard, with laundry detergent, soap, and other items placed underneath.

A few lines were strung to the right of the sink for hanging clothes, but there was nothing on them now; they must have been cleared away on purpose.

"Our house was renovated three years ago, so problems like the leaking roof and dim lighting that I used to complain about in the dorm are all gone.

I personally participated in choosing the furniture, so you can look forward to it a little~~" Just as Song Xinyao finished her chatter and stepped into the house, she shouted, "Mom, Dad, I've brought Yueyue!"

Good grief!

That loud voice was quite piercing to the ears.

The living room had a bright layout, with the dining room connected to it. The kitchen was hidden behind a transparent sliding door. The home didn't have a specific decor style, but it was very cozy and full of the atmosphere of daily life.

Clatter—the kitchen door was pulled open.

A lean, middle-aged man with a healthy complexion walked out wearing a floral apron. He stared at Ling Yue for a while, then at Zang Lanyi for a while.

Song Xinyao set the gifts on the coffee table. Seeing her dad's expression, she knew he hadn't recognized them.

"This one, this is Ling Yue. Dad, your eyesight is failing you." Song Xinyao walked over to Ling Yue and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Father Song chuckled awkwardly. "Well... I've seen those photos upstairs, she looks different now."

"That's because a girl changes as she grows up; she's become beautiful." The sound of thumping footsteps came from the stairs.

A kind-faced, slightly plump middle-aged woman walked quickly into the living room. She took a steady look at Ling Yue. "The bone structure hasn't changed, but her temperament and appearance have.

She's a total beauty now. The difference from her university days is too great. Even if we passed each other on the street, I probably wouldn't recognize her."

Song Xinyao's personality took after Mother Jiang—blunt and talkative.

During university, Song Xinyao would video call her parents and chat for over two hours at a time.

It often puzzled Ling Yue that she had so much to say to her family.

"Uncle, Auntie," Ling Yue greeted them politely.

Mother Jiang pulled Ling Yue toward the sofa. "Come, come, sit, sit.

Your friend should sit too."

The friend, Zang Lanyi, sat obediently on a single-seater sofa.

There were fruits and snacks already prepared on the table. Mother Jiang greeted the two of them, "Make yourselves at home. Take whatever you want to eat, don't be polite."

"I won't be!" Zang Lanyi chuckled and reached out to grab a handful of walnuts.

She placed two walnuts in her palm and squeezed hard!

Crack, crack, crack—

The walnuts were crushed by her, very thoroughly.

The room fell into a dead silence.

This time it was Ling Yue's turn to laugh awkwardly. "These must be paper-shell walnuts."

Mother Jiang laughed twice, thinking to herself that they really weren't.