Chapter 65: The Tangled Dilemma of Forms of Address

"What is it? Look at how happy you are." The wave of alcohol rushing toward her made her very uncomfortable, and she instinctively turned her head away. "Haha, wait, wait till we get home, I'll tell you properly." Chu Changyun muttered, completely oblivious to the ugly expression on the woman's face beside him. He cupped her face and planted a heavy smack on it.

"Alright, we'll talk at home." When he wasn't looking, she reached up and wiped her face fiercely. She had thought she would have to wait for a while, but unexpectedly, within just two days, he had prepared this so-called home. Men—heh, they really are worthless scum.

"Home, home, hehe!" He muttered to himself with a beaming smile. Once back in the car, he fell fast asleep.

Yu Ying looked at the person lying in the back seat and sneered, "My whole life has been ruined by you, completely ruined." With that, she covered her face with her hands and began to sob softly. After about ten minutes, she took out a tissue, wiped away her tears, and murmured, "The last time I will cry. I will never forgive you, never!" Having collected her thoughts, she regained her usual gentle demeanor, started the engine, and drove toward her destination.

"Uncle?" Chu Yitong stood in her spot. Given his age, her aunt should be quite old by now, yet that person looked to be only in her early twenties. Judging by their intimacy, they didn't look like ordinary friends. How strange!

"Yiyi!" The voice calling out beside her pulled her back to her thoughts, and she lifted her foot to walk toward the car.

"You—"

"Address me properly!"

"Huh?"

"Are you going to keep using 'you' instead of my name?" His burning gaze locked onto her.

"I, cough, Tha—"

"I don't like it."

"Chen—"

"Just that one."

"..." Could she please be allowed to finish a sentence? Fine, whatever. If he wants her to call him that, she'll call him that. Who's afraid of whom? *Hoo*—

"What do you want to ask?"

"Chen, who else is in my uncle's family?" Having finally blurted it out, it didn't feel like such a big deal after all. It was just a form of address, really.

Xie Chenjing's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. "What did you say?"

"Who else is in my uncle's family?" What was wrong with him now?

"Before that, what you said right before that."

"Chen—" What on earth does he want?

"Oh!" He responded softly, shifting his gaze ahead. When she was little, she used to call him Big Brother Chen. As she grew older, she had forgotten that old form of address, but he liked this new one much better.

"Oh?" Where was the answer? Where was the answer to the question she had asked?

"Your aunt, it seems there is also a daughter, a bit older than you." The weather was clearly turning chilly, yet why did he feel exceptionally hot? He reached out to turn on the air conditioning, only to have his hand caught by hers.

"A daughter?" About her age? Could the person from earlier...

"Oh, a daughter."

"Strange!" Their words and actions didn't look at all like how one treats a daughter!

"Something the matter?" He glanced down at his held hand. This was the first time she had taken the initiative to hold his hand, and the corners of his lips couldn't help curving upward. In the past, he was always the one making the move; he had never known he could feel this way.

"Not really!" She hesitated, feeling that it still didn't make sense. She let her hand slip from his, resumed resting her chin in her hand, and clicked her tongue twice. What an irritating feeling; she couldn't make sense of it at all!

She was acting a bit strangely today. Xie Chenjing gave her a couple of worried glances, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what felt off. Just then, his phone rang. "Yeah, what is it?"

"Chenjing, come to the banquet tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?"

"Uh-huh, tomorrow. Bring your little beauty along—banquets require a female companion!" Zhu Yansheng crossed his legs, leisurely sipping his drink.

"Where are you?" The background noise on the other end was truly deafening.

"Ah, at home, of course." He made a shushing gesture and stepped a little to the side.

"We'll talk about tomorrow, tomorrow!" Sure enough, he wasn't the only one there.