"May I ask who you are...?" Qianxun looked puzzled.
At this moment, Heather propped her head up and rolled her eyes, "Mo Jun Tian, are you asking for a beating?"
Gu Liancheng and Qianxun stared at Heather in disbelief: "You know him?"
That tone clearly said: You know this weirdo??
Qianxun thought that this guy named Mo Jun Tian had a talent for breaking any sad atmosphere automatically. As soon as he showed up, nobody could dwell on gloom anymoreâor rather, they simply forgot about it.
The mood shifted immediately.
Mo Jun Tian greeted them first, "Hello, everyone, Iâm Mo Jun Tian."
"We heard that..." But the real question is, who are you??
Gu Liancheng didnât bother sparing him any dignity. He snarked at Heather, "Where did you pick up such a weirdo? Doesnât really fit your style."
"Donât even bring it up..." Heather looked utterly exasperated, rubbing her forehead, "One drunken nightâ"
"!!!" Gu Liancheng and Qianxun, as perfectly in sync as ever, widened their eyes in shock and stared at Heather, "You..."
Heather suddenly realized something was wrong with her phrasing and awkwardly clarified, "Not the way youâre thinking! You two are hopeless; your minds are constantly in the gutter! What I meant was, I got drunk one night and accidentally adopted him as my little brother, and now I canât shake him off."
"Oh..." They both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sis... Do you have to put it like that? âCanât shake me offâ?"
"Well, what else? You think I begged you to cling to me?"
"Heh! Definitely not!" Mo Jun Tian grinned cheekily. "Actually, Iâm here today because I need something from you, sis. My group of friends says they miss you. Sooo... do you think you could make an appearance and give them a little... âeducationâ?"
"Make an appearance to give them some âeducationâ?" Qianxun honed in on the phrase.
"Oh, that bunch... Theyâre hardcore masochists (M-types). Last time my sis thrashed them horribly, and now theyâre begging for her to come back. If thatâs not M-type behavior, I donât know what is."
"Birds of a feather, huh." Qianxun muttered under her breath.
Mo Jun Tian seemed like the type whoâd get repeatedly kicked out but still shamelessly come crawling backâinfuriatingly persistent.
"So, whatâs going on this time? Did they bully you again?" Heather didnât seem particularly concerned about going to "educate" them again.
Still, since sheâd promised to look out for him before, she had to keep her word.
"Oh no, definitely not! They wouldnât dare bully me anymore. Itâs just that they really miss you and want to learn a thing or two from you."
"Weâll see. At least for today, I absolutely donât have time. I need to spend the day with my Little Qianxun." Heather pulled Qianxun into a hug.
"Wow, whoâs this little cutie? Is she our sister?"
Heather emphasized, "Sorry, but sheâs *my* sister. Sure, youâre my brother too, but this is none of your business, so donât get any funny ideas."
"Even if sheâs not my sister, thatâs negotiable. How aboutâ"
"Ahem." Interrupted by Gu Lianchengâs polite coughâclearly asserting his presence. This guy, was he pretending Gu didnât exist?
Heather chuckled, "Before you try flirting with someoneâs girl, could you at least scope out the situation? Her *husband* is standing right hereâare you suicidal?"
"Ah..." Mo Jun Tian finally realized.
"Hello, Mr. Mo, Iâm Gu Liancheng, Qianxunâs husband. Very, nice, to, meet, you!"
"Ow, ow, ow!" Mo Jun Tian grimaced in pain, "Brother, I was wrong... I wonât flirt with your wife anymore..."
Despite everything, Mo Jun Tian still brought plenty of laughs to the table.
Qianxun burst out laughing and turned to Heather, "Itâs a miracle heâs managed to survive this long."