Just graduated, the aloof school flower brought the baby to the door? - Chapter 92

Chapter 93: Shu Mengyao Cries, “I’m Going to Turn Into a Panda!

“What a good man.”

Xia Xia found herself bored.

She simply wrote a personalized autograph for Shu Mengyao.

“Thank you for your support. Keep cheering for me, okay?”

Though her words were directed at Shu Mengyao, her gaze kept drifting toward Lin Yang.

A guy this handsome was just too pleasing to the eye—she couldn’t help but steal a few more glances.

“Thank you.”

Shu Mengyao took the book and quickly left the scene.

“I thought you really liked this author. Why didn’t you stay longer?”

Lin Yang pushed the stroller, following Shu Mengyao as she hurried away. Seeing her rush off like this, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I don’t like her anymore!”

“She’s not nice at all!”

Shu Mengyao stopped in her tracks, puffing her cheeks in anger.

Even now, remembering what had just happened made her upset.

Though Xia Xia had been her favorite author—

And she’d been so excited to introduce Lin Yang to her works—

She never expected Xia Xia to barely look at her the entire time.

Her attention had been completely on Lin Yang!

*She* was the fan here!

“Alright, then we won’t like her anymore.”

“There are plenty of sci-fi authors out there—she’s not the only one.”

Hearing Shu Mengyao’s words, Lin Yang simply gazed at her with affection.

He’d always known she was a little jealous at heart.

But every time she got like this, her puffed-up cheeks were just too adorable.

It made him want to pinch them.

And so he did.

Reaching out, he gave her soft cheek a gentle squeeze.

So squishy. Perfect.

“Lin Yang, I’m angry right now!”

Shu Mengyao pursed her lips.

She was trying to be seriously mad, but Lin Yang had the audacity to pinch her face mid-outrage.

He wasn’t respecting her anger at all!

“Alright, alright, don’t be mad.”

“How about I buy you some candied hawthorns?”

Lin Yang’s smile deepened as he took her hand and gave it a little shake, speaking in a coaxing tone.

“Okay!”

“Candied hawthorns.

She’d always wanted to try them as a child.

But whether it was her parents or the nanny, everyone said they were unhealthy.

Every time she passed by a stall, she’d stare longingly—only to grit her teeth and walk away.

After holding back for so long, the craving had faded.

But like so many other lost childhood joys, it had stayed tucked away in a corner of her heart.

Luckily, this supermarket had a candied hawthorn stand.

The prices were steeper than street vendors, but Lin Yang didn’t care.

“Mengyao, pick a flavor.”

He gestured to the dazzling array of options.

Shu Mengyao’s eyes nearly glazed over.

“I want them all!”

After much deliberation, she settled on the classic hawthorn version.

Others might taste better, but this was the flavor of her childhood dreams.

Once purchased, Lin Yang handed her the skewer.

Seeing the eager sparkle in her eyes as she took it, he teased,

“So, not angry anymore?”

He’d expected to have to coax her more—but one candied hawthorn had done the trick.

“Nope!”

“But you’re not allowed to contact her or like her!”

Shu Mengyao nodded firmly, then added with utmost seriousness.

“Why would I contact someone I don’t even like?”

Lin Yang nearly laughed.

If not for Shu Mengyao, he wouldn’t have known this author existed.

“Good!”

With her worries eased, Shu Mengyao found a seat in the supermarket and happily nibbled her treat.

The babies seemed fascinated by the glistening candied fruit.

Their tiny hands kept reaching out, especially when Shu Mengyao dangled it above their stroller—

Their excitement visibly spiked.

“Babies, you’re too little for this.”

“When you’re older, we’ll eat some together.”

Shu Mengyao marveled at how their food curiosity kept growing.

Whenever adults ate something, the twins would watch intently, little hands grasping at the air as if trying to share the meal.

Lin Yang sat nearby, smiling as he watched Shu Mengyao interact with them.

Then—

The familiar mechanical voice echoed in his mind again.

[Ding! First time bringing babies to a book signing. Reward: Miracle Eye Cream and its formula!]

Miracle Eye Cream?

Now this was something new.

Lin Yang checked the system’s description.

The cream could eliminate dark circles—with remarkable effectiveness.

Along with the product itself came its patented formula.

The system really provides everything.

Since the twins were born, late-night feedings and diaper changes had become routine.

Just days ago, Shu Mengyao had been lamenting her worsening dark circles.

This eye cream couldn’t have come at a better time.

And with the formula included?

They might even mass-produce it later for their baby supply store.

Of course, this reward also meant their charitable donation wouldn’t trigger another one—

But Lin Yang didn’t mind.

The donation had been from the heart, a small act of kindness within their means.

And if it brought the babies some good karma, even better.

“Lin Yang, can we go home?”

Shu Mengyao’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

She’d finished her treat, and now the bustling crowd was making her uneasy.

Earlier, her excitement about meeting Xia Xia had overridden her usual discomfort.

Then anger had distracted her from the surroundings.

But in an unfamiliar place with growing crowds, she didn’t want to stay much longer.

“Of course. Let’s go home.”

Lin Yang smiled and nodded.

The car raced back to the villa.

After settling the babies to sleep, Shu Mengyao removed her makeup—

Then sighed at her reflection.

“What’s wrong, Mengyao?”

Lin Yang had just entered when he heard her sigh.

“My dark circles keep getting worse. The babies torture us every night—will I turn into a panda?”

“Lin Yang… will you still want me then?”

She pouted at the horrifying thought of her entire eye area becoming one giant dark ring.

“How could I not?”

“You’d be the cutest panda alive.”

Lin Yang couldn’t help but ruffle her hair affectionately.

“Wahhh, but I’d still be a panda!”

Shu Mengyao’s face fell further.

*Was she really destined to become a national treasure?*

“Don’t worry. Try this eye cream.”

Seizing the opportunity, Lin Yang pulled the small tube from his pocket.

The packaging was simple—standard eye cream size with a rollerball applicator.

Oddly, there wasn’t even a brand name or design on the box.

What a strange product.