Chapter 200 Aunt Liu, I'm sorry

"Mengyao."

Liu Manqing shook her head. "Feelings are your own business; why do you care what others think? Don't you know Wang Mengmeng's personality? Has she ever spoken well of any guy?"

Li Mengyao: "..."

Li Mengyao's voice remained stiff. "I just had a brain fart at the time, okay? How many times do I have to say it?"

Liu Manqing felt a bit helpless. "I'm not asking you to repeat it; I'm asking you what you plan to do now."

"What do you mean, what do I plan to do?"

"Are you just going to let it go like this?"

Li Mengyao bit her lip and didn't answer.

Liu Manqing looked at her, waited for two seconds, and said, "If you really don't like him anymore, then let it go, but if you still do..."

"So what if I do?"

Li Mengyao interrupted her. "He has so many people around him now—Zhang Wanyue, Wang Mengmeng, Yang Kexin, and the big star Shen Qingci. Does he need me?"

Liu Manqing's voice was calm. "Whether he needs you or not is his business; whether you can let go is yours."

"I can let go."

Li Mengyao said quickly.

Liu Manqing pulled Li Mengyao into her arms and hugged her shoulders.

"Silly child."

She whispered, resting her chin on top of Li Mengyao's head. "When will you learn that if you want something, you have to reach out and grab it yourself? If you don't reach out, how will others know you want it?"

The twilight dimmed a little more, the orange-red turning into a grayish-purple, retreating little by little from the cracks in the treehouse.

Their two shadows merged into one in the twilight.

After a long while, Li Mengyao spoke again. "Anyway, I've completely let go. Yes, I've let go..."

Liu Manqing didn't expose her, just gave a soft "Oh."

"Auntie!"

Li Mengyao suddenly stood up, moving too quickly, and her knee hit a wooden post nearby, making her wince in pain!

"I'm an adult now, so you don't need to worry about my business!"

After saying this, she remembered something, took off her own little vest, and draped it over her aunt.

She headed toward the door, saying as she walked, "Auntie, you haven't rested for two days. You should rest here first, and I... I'll go find Wang Mengmeng!"

Liu Manqing explained, "Mengyao, it wasn't Mengmeng who told me."

"Alright, just get some rest."

Li Mengyao stepped over the threshold, her pace quick. The wooden door wobbled behind her, and the night wind blew in through the cracks, carrying a hint of the cool summer night air.

Liu Manqing let out a long sigh. She was indeed tired; she hadn't closed her eyes for two days.

"This child..."

She leaned against the wall, her head slowly tilting to one side, her breathing gradually deepening. Since there was no one around anyway, she simply hugged her own coat, kept Mengyao's coat draped over her, and laid down directly.

"Patter."

"Patter."

"Patter."

Not long after, the sound of footsteps gradually approached.

Chen Yu finished killing those seaweeds and walked back along the gravel road.

The night was deep, and the moonlight filtered through the gaps in the palm leaves, like scattered silver on the ground.

Shui Bobo was lying on his shoulder, its halo flickering on and off, serving perfectly as a nightlight.

It was just a pity that today's seaweed only provided 6 points of the void index.

But there was nothing to be done about that; the further one went, the harder it was to increase this index.

Chen Yu was all too familiar with this mechanism.

Wasn't the Grand Tutor Container like that too?

But fortunately... this was only the second segment of the Road to Survival; the evil spirits and building materials later on would also erupt.

By then, both the Grand Tutor Container and the void index would take off!

The treehouse was right ahead, the door slightly ajar. Chen Yu pushed the door open, but before he could walk in...

Before his eyes, a beautiful figure was lying on her side.

She was hugging that dark purple coat in her arms, and the shoulder strap of her wine-red slip dress had slipped down, hanging on her arm and revealing a rounded shoulder.

The moonlight fell on her collarbone, and that small patch of skin was translucent, like jade washed by water.

Her legs were curled up, and the hem of her dress had slid up, revealing the mysterious base of her thigh.

Her hair was spread out on the wooden floor, black like spilled ink, gleaming with a faint luster in the moonlight.

Shui Bobo's light mixed with the moonlight, illuminating her face softly. Her eyelashes were long, casting shadows beneath her eyes, her sexy lips slightly pursed, her breathing light and steady.

Chen Yu was stunned, his gaze moving from her ankles to her calves, from her waistline to her shoulders, then he abruptly pulled it back.

"Red Phoenix Tribulation Seat—this Talent must be having an effect."

"I actually had a reaction to Aunt Liu..."

"Gulu?"

Shui Bobo poked its head out from his shoulder and made a soft sound.

Chen Yu raised his hand to cover its mouth. "Shh."

"Gulu?"

The sound squeezed out from between his fingers.

Chen Yu yanked it off his shoulder and threw it outside the door, his movements crisp and decisive.

Shui Bobo flipped twice in the air, landed on the gravel ground outside the treehouse, bounced once, then twice, before it finally tilted its head up, looking at the door that had slammed shut in front of it with a "bang."

"Gulu..."

On the other side, Chen Yu looked at the beautiful figure before him, but his thoughts couldn't stop rewinding.

During the winter break of his freshman year, Li Mengyao dragged him to her aunt's house for dinner.

At that time, her aunt was wearing off-white loungewear, her hair tied up casually. "You must be Xiao Yu, right?"

While helping to chop vegetables, Chen Yu accidentally brushed against the blade and got a cut.

Her aunt turned off the stove, wiped her hands on her apron, and rushed off to find a bandage.

Not long after, her aunt walked over and took his hand.

"Let Auntie see."

Her hands were very warm; Chen Yu still remembers to this day that her fingertips smelled of scallions and ginger.

Her stray hairs hung down from the side of her ears, brushing against the back of his hand, feeling ticklish.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Be careful next time."

"Okay."

Everything happened on a warm afternoon, everything so ordinary.

But Chen Yu was an orphan.

No one had ever cooked for him, no one had ever asked if he was in pain, and no one would ever put down a spatula, turn off the stove, take his hand, and bow their head to bandage it when he got a small cut on the back of his hand.

Especially since the woman doing all this was a famous dancer with unlimited glory outside.

This made it even more unforgettable, at least for Chen Yu.

He shook his head.

Chen Yu pulled himself out of the memory.

Before him was still Aunt Liu lying on her side in the moonlight, her breathing steady, eyelashes trembling slightly, the wine-red skirt spread out on the wooden floor like a flower quietly blooming in the night.

But Chen Yu fell into deep thought again.

Liu Manqing's existence made it extremely difficult for her to become a red luan, harder than any girl before.

Whether it was her status, her personality, her age, or her experience, all of it destined that she wouldn't be as proactive as Wang Mengmeng, nor as trusting as Zhang Wanyue...

Whether it was coercion or intimidation, neither applied to her.

But, even just from the perspective of past feelings, it was impossible for him to kick Liu Manqing off the vehicle.

But if she couldn't become a red luan, then it would be a waste of a spot on the vehicle, violating Chen Yu's original intention. If there was a first time, there would be a second; Chen Yu was determined not to set this precedent.

"Sigh, Aunt Liu, I'm sorry."

"Only by becoming a red luan can you have the value to be on this vehicle."