Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 19

Yangdi Chu Clan

“Seventh grade?” Looking at the results of the medical report, Chu Jiye was overjoyed. “How did it rise so quickly… Wait, has the lineage identification been redone?”

“Not yet, the sample size is probably still too small.” Chu Qingqing, with her hands behind her back, pretended to be shy and said, “But, fourth grade should be no problem, right?”

Originally, her bloodline talent was a guaranteed fifth grade, with the possibility of reaching fourth grade. Now, being able to reach a guaranteed fourth grade was a qualitative leap, and it was of great significance to the Yangdi Chu Clan.

“Then third grade…” Chu Jiye suddenly thought of something, “Is there a chance of reaching third grade?”

“Father,” Chu Qingqing smiled bitterly, “I just reached ‘guaranteed fourth grade’. Do you think it’s possible to aim for third grade?”

The difference in bloodline concentration between fourth and third grade was tenfold, so it was obviously impossible. Hence, Chu Jiye excitedly rubbed his hands and paced back and forth, saying, “That’s fine too… guaranteed fourth grade is enough, enough…”

In fact, as a middle to upper-tier fourth-grade family, the Yangdi Chu Clan had younger members who were aiming for fourth grade. However, it was Chu Jiye’s lineage that had two sons whose bloodline talents were not very promising.

Now, with the adopted daughter Chu Qingqing reaching fourth grade, it ensured that the power of the next generation of the clan leader would remain in Chu Jiye’s lineage. Even if he stepped down from the position of clan leader in the future, as long as his two sons had their sister’s support, their status in the clan wouldn’t drop.

“Then, Father!” Taking advantage of Chu Jiye’s good mood, Chu Qingqing immediately made a request, “I want to go to the Cheng Clan’s territory tomorrow to train and study with Wang Wanrou. Is that okay?”

“Okay!” Chu Jiye instinctively agreed, then hesitated and asked, “Wang Wanrou… the daughter of Lord Wang, has been living in the Cheng Clan’s territory for so long?”

“Yeah.” Chu Qingqing put all the blame on Wang Wanrou, “As for why she’s staying there, I don’t know. As long as I can study with her, it’s fine.”

“Alright then.” Chu Jiye had no further objections.

After settling things with her father, Miss Qingqing happily returned to her bedroom, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Cheng Jinyang:

“I’ve settled it with my father! I’ll be back tomorrow. Has someone missed me?”

In the Cheng Clan’s territory, the phone on the bedside table suddenly started vibrating.

Cheng Jinyang wanted to grab his phone, but his body was pinned down by his princess sister, unable to move. He stretched his arm towards the bedside table as far as he could, groping in vain for a moment. The princess sister had already grabbed the phone first, held down the power button for a few seconds, and the shutdown music played.

Wait, Sister Xinnan, don’t!

With his mouth blocked, Cheng Jinyang cried out inwardly: What if someone needs to reach me urgently?

However, Sister Xinnan had already tossed the phone onto Xing Yuanzhi’s bed opposite, gently cupped Cheng Jinyang’s face, and continued to passionately kiss his lips, intimately entwining with him.

So Cheng Jinyang’s vision was once again filled with white, gold, and pink.

In the Hongnong Yang Clan’s territory, Yang Siping brought his sister Yang Wangshu to the guest room and comforted her:

“Your bedroom… Father has repurposed it into another room, so you’ll have to make do here for now.”

“No problem.” Yang Wangshu shrugged and typed, “Anyway, he hasn’t acknowledged me as his daughter for a long time.”

“Alright then.” Seeing his sister’s lack of sentimentality, Yang Siping felt a bit sad and couldn’t stay any longer. “If you need anything, just ask the maid outside. I’ve already informed them.”

Covering his face with his sleeve, he quickly left, trying hard not to let the tears in his eyes fall.

Once sure that her brother had left, Yang Wangshu immediately rushed to the desk and turned on the computer.

In the Cheng Clan’s territory, she was forced to go to bed on time every night. Heaven knows how she endured all those days.

Tonight she would stay up all night; the battle was about to begin!

Log in, online, go go go!!!

Little did she know, the battle in the Cheng Clan’s territory had already ended.

Princess Nankang lay beside him, seemingly tired, with her eyes closed, holding Cheng Jinyang tightly like a body pillow.

“Sister Xinnan,” Cheng Jinyang called a few times, seeing she didn’t respond, he thought she might be asleep?

So he wriggled under the blanket, stretched his arm down… and was caught red-handed by Princess Nankang.

“That’s not allowed,” the princess said gently. “Before marriage, kisses and hugs are the limit.”

“Ahem, Sister Xinnan, you misunderstood,” Cheng Jinyang immediately said righteously. “This down comforter we’re sleeping on often has feathers poking out. If we’re not careful, it can easily scratch our skin. I thought I felt one on my thigh, so I put my hand in to pull it out.”

“Oh, I see,” the princess sister thought, with his speed at making up lies, there’s probably no one else like him in the entire Empire.

But I still like him.

So she extended her right hand again, placing it under Cheng Jinyang’s neck, and wrapped her left arm around his waist.

“Let’s sleep like this, okay?” she said gently. “At least for tonight, sister can keep you company.”

“Okay.” Faced with the overwhelming sisterly affection, Cheng Jinyang could only surrender… Or rather, surrender while still armed. What else could he do? Force himself on her? Could he win a fight? Was he prepared to marry a princess?

In these times, a woman’s chastity was highly valued. If she lost it before marriage, she could forget about marrying anyone else and at best, become a concubine.

If he ruined Sister Xinnan’s innocence here, she would have to marry him whether she wanted to or not. Miss Wang and Xiao Li probably wouldn’t mind, but what about Ah Zhi? What about Cui Xiaoniang? What about Qingqing?

To easily change one’s heart, this is something I disdain! Because I, Cheng Jinyang, refuse to be a scumbag!

Sleep!

In the ancestral land of the Qinghe Cui family, Cui Jinqi had just finished her daily reports.

Then she went to the bathroom, filled it with hot water, and comfortably soaked her feet.

I wonder what Jinyang is doing now?

Everyone has left. He must be very lonely, right? Does he miss me?

Hehe.

Thinking of this, Cui Xiaoniang impulsively took out her phone and dialed Cheng Jinyang’s number.

Huh, it’s turned off?

Listening to the voicemail, Cui Jinqi was momentarily stunned, then quickly understood.

I get it!

He misses me terribly but forces himself to accept that I won’t be with him tonight. He turned off his phone to suppress the urge to call me because hearing my voice would only make him miss me more, and he might end up crying in bed!

Oh my, Jinyang is kind of cute.

Fine, I’ll come back to see you tomorrow!

Bear with it for tonight, okay?

After soaking her feet, she returned to her room, took out a brand-new notebook, and sat at her desk.

She opened it to the first page, carefully flattened it, and wrote down her thoughts in neat, elegant handwriting:

Only brief separations can ferment longing into sweet wine, which we can share upon our reunion.