123: Chapter 123 Ding-dong, I have a secret...

11:55 PM.

Yan He yawned and closed TikTok with a satisfied expression.

Tonight, she had successfully connected with a livestreamer she had been following for a long time. The teacher had given her a lot of pertinent advice on marriage, family, and life.

For example, girls should love themselves a bit more.

And if you don't spend your husband's money, there will be someone else outside to spend it for you.

Don't think about how to save money; money isn't made by saving. Buy what you need to buy.

It just so happened that the host's shop had a facial mask set priced at 3,999 yuan. It claimed to effectively improve skin conditions and had benefits like antioxidant and anti-aging properties. Everyone who used it said it was great, so Yan He bought a set directly under the host's recommendation.

Of course, tonight's spending didn't stop there. During the livestream, she felt the host was practically a mentor in her life, a beacon guiding her through the fog. So, when the host mentioned "N-on-one" guidance, she joined the group without hesitation and purchased a one-year "N-on-one" guidance course for 5,888 yuan.

"N-on-one" meant that the "one" was the client herself, while the "N" included the host, a professional emotional analyst, a professional psychological counselor, a legal advisor, and a senior consultant with years of experience in related industries (like matchmaking agencies).

Yan He lay in bed and savored the feeling for a long time before pushing herself up from the mattress. Wearing her floral slippers, she headed out and happened to run into her mother-in-law coming out of the bathroom with a basin.

"Is Hu Zi asleep?"

"Good Grandson just fell asleep. I'm washing his pants for him."

Yan He looked at the plastic basin with disdain. "Mom! I've told you, hand-washing doesn't get them clean, and they get all wrinkled once they dry. Can't you just use the washing machine next time?"

"The washing machine is what doesn't get things clean. Last time I used it, the sleeves were still covered in oil. My grandson wouldn't even wear the clothes I just bought—they were over a hundred yuan each! A few wrinkles are fine; I'll just press them with the iron later."

Yan He curled her lip. "Whatever you say."

Yan He ignored the Old Woman and slipped into the bathroom. Usually, she would have gone straight to sleep, but not today. According to the teacher, a woman must put on a beautiful face before bed so that when she wakes up and looks in the mirror...

"Wow! Which family does this little fairy in the mirror belong to?"

So, she decided that starting tonight, she would put on a beautiful full face of makeup every night before bed.

Splash~

She turned on the faucet. Since it was close to the kitchen, hot water flowed out quickly.

Yan He cupped the hot water and splashed it on her face. Under the rush of the water, the greasy feeling on her face mostly vanished instantly. This further strengthened her belief in the teacher's views, and she unconsciously applied more pressure as she rubbed her face.

After a satisfying scrub, Yan He turned off the faucet. Looking at her rosy-white face in the mirror, which seemed several years younger, her girlish heart was instantly stirred. She couldn't help but ask the mirror playfully, "Magic mirror, magic mirror, tell me, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

Then, Yan He immediately changed her tone and said in a high-pitched, pinched voice, "You! It's you!"

"Hehe~ Really?" Yan He instantly switched roles, making a lotus finger gesture and daintily covering the corner of her mouth with a non-existent sleeve.

The next second, Yan He switched back to the "Magic Mirror" and replied with a look of sincerity, "Yes, Master. You are the most beautiful woman in the world I have ever seen."

Hahahaha~

A burst of incredibly eerie laughter escaped the bathroom and soon echoed throughout the house. The Old Woman, who was hanging clothes on the balcony, heard the sound and her hand trembled. If she hadn't developed good reflexes from years of scrambling for eggs, she would have nearly been hit in the head by the falling drying rod.

The Old Woman stared at the smooth, mirror-like clean floor and shook her head, sighing with regret. "Sigh! It's a pity such a clean place is in the wrong spot."

If she could find such a smooth and clean place outside, she would definitely lie down and never get up.

On the other side, while Yan He was sighing at the mirror about how she could only admire her own beauty, some strange sounds suddenly drifted into her ears.

"Ding-dong, I have a secret."

"Let me tell it to you quietly."

"Welcome to the entrance of heaven."

"Ding-dong, someone is ringing the doorbell."

"Who is outside?"

"Treating a prank like a game."

Yan He held her breath and tilted her head; the voice became clearer and clearer.

"Listen, who is crying?"

"Look, who is whispering?"

"There's a pair of eyes outside the window."

"Watching you at every moment."

"Ding-dong, I'm waiting for you here."

"Are you waiting for me?"

"What's the reason for your fear?"

"Ding-dong, where will you hide?"

"Don't even think about escaping."

Meanwhile, having finished hanging the clothes, the Old Woman walked to the bathroom with the plastic basin. Thinking it was getting late and she had to wake up early to prepare breakfast for her Good Grandson, she knocked on the bathroom door.

Knock, knock, knock~

"Yan'er, you..."

Before the Old Woman could finish, a sharp and sustained scream suddenly erupted from the bathroom.

"Ahhhhh! A ghost!"

Clang!

The bathroom door was flung open, and a broad-framed figure instantly bolted out. Without giving the Old Woman any time to react, she knocked her straight onto her backside.

"Ouch~" The Old Woman involuntarily donned a mask of pain.

However, the broad-framed figure didn't stop after hitting the Old Woman. In the blink of an eye, she ran into the bedroom with a thud-thud-thud. With a "bang," the bedroom door was slammed shut.

Seeing her daughter-in-law acting so abnormally, the Old Woman was too shocked to even wail. She stared blankly as Yan He ran into the bedroom and shut the door. After a long while, she finally cried out, "Yan'er, have you gone mad?!"

Clearly, the Old Woman's questioning was destined to go unanswered.

The Old Woman rested for a moment before supporting herself against the wall, gasping from the cold air as she shakily stood up and slowly shuffled to the bedroom door.

Knock, knock, knock~

"Yan'er, what's wrong with you? Say something!"

After a good while, a muffled voice came from inside. "Mom, this house is haunted."

"What?" Hearing this, the Old Woman's body couldn't help but tremble. She looked around with a terrified expression, then reached out and turned the doorknob. With a "creak," the door opened. When the door was pushed open just enough for her to pass through, the Old Woman nimbly slipped into the bedroom.

She quickly scanned the room, her gaze locking onto the bed—more accurately, a small mound in the middle of the bed formed by the quilt.

The small mound would tremble from time to time.

The Old Woman sat shakily on the edge of the bed. While pulling at the quilt with her hands, she asked in a low voice, "Yan'er, what did you say you saw just now?"

The quilt was pulled aside, revealing Yan He hidden inside. Yan He was curled up on her knees with her rear in the air. The moment the quilt was pulled away, her body trembled violently several times. Only then, following the Old Woman's voice, did she fearfully reveal her head.

"Mom! Just now in the bathroom..." A pale-faced Yan He subconsciously swallowed hard. "I heard someone singing in the bathroom."

"What?" The Old Woman's voice suddenly jumped an octave.

At the same time, with a "whoosh," the already sparse color on the Old Woman's face instantly drained away.

In Huaxia, the older people get, the more they believe in such things.

"Mom! It's true, I swear! I definitely heard someone singing in the bathroom just now. The voice seemed to be right by my ear, yet it also felt like it was everywhere in the house." The more she recalled it, the paler Yan He's face became, and soon her color had drained away just like the Old Woman's.

"This... this... what should we do? How about calling Guo Qiang and having him come back?" the Old Woman asked, completely lost.

"No way~" Yan He refused flatly.

Was she joking? If that beast of burden came back, how would she buy cosmetics? How would she do her Ball Exercises? How would she transform into a High-quality Girl?

So, the beast of burden could be fed fodder, but he absolutely could not come back.

Yan He forced herself to calm down and quickly stopped the Old Woman, who was about to get her phone to call her son. "Mom, don't call yet. Maybe I heard wrong. Let's... let's go check the situation again."

Yan He put her slippers back on and pulled the Old Woman along as they shuffled hesitantly to the bathroom. The two of them stayed in the bathroom for ten minutes, but that "strange" singing did not start again.

"That's weird. I clearly heard singing just now. Why is it gone?" Perhaps to prove that she wasn't lying, Yan He even emboldened herself to rummage around, as if she wanted to find the "evidence" all by herself.

After waiting a bit longer and seeing that Yan He's search was fruitless—and had instead turned the tidy bathroom into a mess—the Old Woman quickly spoke up to offer some insincere comfort. "Maybe you've been working too hard lately and just misheard it."

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