Xinyue Zhilan headache! Xue Hanqin!

26th December, 2031!

"..." 

"..." 

"Xiao Wang, what the hell is going on...? I have guests coming in an hour!" 

Xinyue Zhilan had barely stepped inside when the sheer audacity of her son made her grab her head and sigh. 

Wang Xueying and Wang Mei… the two had developed survival instincts by now. They had seen this play out way too many times over the last month. Their response? 

Eyes glued to the television. Posture straight. Absolute ignorance. 

Yes. Ignore everything. 

Why? 

Because on the couch next to them, two freshly polished young beauties sat stiffly, smiling like nothing was wrong.

But everything was fucking wrong. 

These two? Wenxi and Yue. 

Their faces were subtly flushed, their eyes soft and evasive, like autumn leaves caught in an awkward breeze.

Xinyue Zhilan's gaze flickered. 

Beautiful? Yes.

Lovely? Of course.

BUT WHY THE FUCK WERE THEY HERE?!