70: Chapter 70 My Sister at Midnight

The massive body of the car model pulled smoothly into the underground garage of Longwan No. 1, the engine cut out, and the world instantly fell silent.

Su Muyang carried his bag into the villa's lobby. Just as he finished changing his shoes, Chunxiao, dressed in a maid's uniform, hurried over, carrying a glass of warm honey water.

"Young Master, you're back."

"Mm." Su Muyang took the water and drank a sip, soothing his throat that had been smoked out from explaining problems to Qin Ya earlier. "Where's Nianyao? Asleep this early?"

Chunxiao took the empty glass, her expression slightly odd, and pointed upstairs: "Miss is in the private cinema on the third floor. However… Young Master, you'd better prepare yourself mentally."

Mentally prepare?

Su Muyang was confused. He handed his bag to Chunxiao and headed upstairs.

Just as he reached the second-floor stairwell, a sporadic "gurgle-gurgle" sound, like someone with thick phlegm stuck in their throat, drifted down through the stair railing. The sound echoed through the spacious mansion, making one's scalp tingle.

Su Muyang rubbed the goosebumps on his arms.

This brat, what kind of mischief is she up to now?

He stepped lightly to the door of the third-floor media room. The door was left ajar, and inside was pitch black, with only the pale, flickering light from the screen.

The hair-raising background music grew louder.

Su Muyang reached out and pushed the door open.

"Ah—!!!"

A shrill scream exploded without warning, its high decibel level nearly blowing the top of Su Muyang's head off.

"Holy shit!" Su Muyang jumped on the spot, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat. "Su Nianyao! Are you sick or something?!"

By the light of the screen, he saw an unidentified object curled up on the top-tier leather sofa in the corner. Su Nianyao was wrapped entirely in a blanket, with only a pair of terrified, wide eyes visible, while she gripped a throw pillow tightly in her hands.

On the screen, a pale-faced little boy was opening his pitch-black mouth wide, making that deadly, strange sound.

《Ju-on》.

Su Muyang turned on the overhead light.

The bright light came on, and the eerie atmosphere instantly dissipated.

Su Nianyao, as if seeing a savior, scrambled from the sofa and lunged at him, grabbing Su Muyang's arm with such force her nails were digging into his flesh.

"Brother! Brother, you're finally back! You scared me to death! That ghost… that ghost looked like it was about to crawl out just now!"

Su Muyang sucked in a breath of cold air in pain and tried to pull his arm away, but the girl's grip was as strong as a crab's claw.

"Are you bored out of your mind?" Su Muyang flicked her forehead in annoyance. "You're terrible at this but you love to play. If you're afraid of ghosts, why watch this kind of movie? Have a death wish?"

"I wanted to build up my courage!" Su Nianyao buried her face in his sleeve, her voice still trembling. "Dad is so rich now, what if someone kidnaps me later? Don't I need to train my psychological resilience?"

"If a kidnapper saw you looking this pathetic, they'd probably return you." Su Muyang rolled his eyes and dragged this human accessory over to the sofa to sit down. "Let go, my arm is going to be ruined."

Su Nianyao not only didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter. The movie was still playing, reaching the classic scene where the female ghost Kayako crawls down the stairs.

Su Nianyao screamed while peeking through her fingers, her whole body trembling, causing Su Muyang to shake along with her.

"Turn it off, turn it off!" Su Muyang couldn't stand the noise attack anymore, grabbed the remote, and pressed the off button.

The world was finally quiet.

Su Nianyao let out a long breath, collapsed onto the sofa, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Alright, go to sleep early." Su Muyang stood up and stretched his arm, which had red marks from her grip. "We have to go to the airport to pick up Mom and Dad tomorrow. Don't have dark circles under your eyes, or Mom will think I'm abusing you."

He turned to leave.

His shirt hem was suddenly grabbed.

Su Muyang turned back and saw Su Nianyao looking up at him pitifully, her big eyes watery, like an abandoned puppy.

"Brother…"

"What? If you want to borrow money, forget it, I don't have any either."

"It's not about money." Su Nianyao bit her lip, hesitated for a long time, then whispered, "That… can you sleep in my room tonight?"

The air suddenly went quiet for three seconds.

Su Muyang was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; he jumped back a large step, his back slamming directly against the doorframe.

He widened his eyes, looking at his sister with horror, his hands protecting his chest: "Su Nianyao! Is your brain filled with mush? I'm your own brother! Even though our family is rich now, we don't do that kind of wealthy family incest drama! Do you know that's illegal?!"

Su Nianyao froze for a moment, then realized what he was talking about.

Her face instantly turned as red as a monkey's butt, and she grabbed the throw pillow from the sofa and threw it hard at him.

"Su Muyang! You filthy-minded pervert! What are you thinking?!"

The pillow hit Su Muyang square in the face.

Su Nianyao stamped her feet in anger: "I meant let you sleep on the sofa in my room! Or sleep on the floor! I don't dare sleep alone! That female ghost is spinning in my head, and every time I close my eyes, it's her!"

Su Muyang caught the pillow, let out a sigh of relief, then put on a punchable expression.

"Oh, you scared the hell out of me. I thought you were going to try something on me."

He threw the pillow back, hands in his pockets, looking cold: "Not going. Men and women should keep their distance, even siblings should avoid suspicion. Besides, my bed is 2.8 meters wide, it's so comfortable, and you want me to sleep on your floor? My brain isn't waterlogged."

"Brother! Are you my real brother?!"

"Now you remember to call me brother? Why didn't you think of me as your brother when you were pinching me earlier?" Su Muyang pointed outside the door, "Afraid of ghosts, right? Go find Chunxiao and Qiuyue, let them sleep with you. We have plenty of rooms, and if all else fails, have the bodyguards stand guard at your door."

After saying this, he turned and ran, moving as fast as a rabbit.

"Su Muyang! You heartless jerk! Don't expect me to put in a good word for you in front of Mom!"

Su Nianyao chased after him in a rage, the throw pillows flying out one after another like cannonballs.

"Bang!"

Su Muyang rushed into his room and locked the door behind him.

The pillow hit the door with a dull thud.

"Coward, bleh bleh bleh." Su Muyang shouted through the door, "Go to sleep, you can have anything in your dreams."

Outside the door came the sound of Su Nianyao stomping her feet in a rage. After a while, he heard her stomp back to her own room.

...

Half an hour later.

Su Nianyao lay in the huge circular bathtub, a thick layer of rose petals floating on the water's surface, the air filled with the scent of expensive essential oils.

She held a waterproof phone in her hand, scrolling through funny variety shows to dispel her fear while enjoying a head massage from the maid, Qiuyue.

"Miss, is the water temperature okay?" Qiuyue asked softly.

"Mm, it's good." Su Nianyao hummed comfortably.

The fear from earlier had long been washed away by this luxurious life.

She looked at the brilliant crystal chandelier above her head, then at the sliced imported fruits on the tray beside her, and suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

Before, when showering in the school bathhouse, she had to fight for a showerhead, and the water was sometimes hot and sometimes cold. Now, this life is simply heaven on earth.

"Is this the corruption of capitalism?" Su Nianyao stuffed a cherry into her mouth, mumbling indistinctly, "It's too scary… but I like it."

Just then, her phone vibrated.

It was a WeChat message from Su Muyang.

[Coward, asleep yet?]

Su Nianyao rolled her eyes and replied with a "pig head" emoji.

[Su Muyang: Mom and Dad are coming tomorrow, this is a big deal. Are you prepared to tell on me in front of Mom?]

Su Nianyao looked at this message, the corners of her mouth curling up involuntarily.

Tell on him?

Absolutely.

She was going to report everything Su Muyang had done to bully her over the past few days to her mother, with some added embellishments. But before that, what was more important was how to completely lock this pair of "bickering lovers," her mom and dad, together.

[Su Nianyao: Hmph, you're dead! Tomorrow I'll tell Mom that you've corrupted me and taught me to be extravagant and wasteful, let's see how she deals with you!]

After sending the message, she threw her phone aside, slid into the warm water, and blew a string of bubbles.

It's so good.

Tomorrow, the whole family will be reunited.

If Mom sees this Longwan No. 1, sees this house full of servants, and those surprises Dad prepared for her, I wonder if she'll be scared weak in the knees?

Thinking of this, Su Nianyao couldn't help but laugh out loud, the anticipation in her eyes even more intense than the pool full of roses.