lerbook Chapter 215 That's Not Right
Chapter 215 That's Not Right
Chapter 215 That's Not Right
Undeterred by the prospect of getting a tan, Yu Huan sat in the blazing sun, letting the sunlight bathe her, and chatted with Little Potato for a while.
The main purpose was to ease her anxiety, and then, based on her recent diligent performance, offer some encouragement and positive reinforcement.
Yu Huan saw the enthusiasm in her words and had just put down her phone when her mother-in-law called.
They said they wanted him to come over for dinner, and then they would watch the movie together.
Yu Huan, thinking of Yu Chengcheng, who was a burden, politely declined, citing that she was in her hometown.
Ms. Wu listened intently to the phone call, her scissors pausing slightly as she snipped, before she asked softly, "Huanhuan, we'll have dinner at 4:30. How about you and Chengzi go to the city earlier?"
Yu Huan pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."
Clouds fly and the sun moves.
After dinner, Yu Huan quietly told Teacher Wu, who was washing chopsticks in the sink, to watch Happy Camp that night, as her daughter-in-law would be on this episode.
Teacher Wu couldn't help but smile and nod repeatedly.
After a quick tidying up, he waved goodbye to Yu Chengcheng and his family and got into the car.
Yu Huan started the BMW, turned the steering wheel to the right, slowly reversed onto the road, then shifted into drive and gently pressed the accelerator.
The car's speed gradually increased to 60 mph.
Yu Chengcheng fiddled with her phone, connecting it to the car's Bluetooth.
She suddenly spoke up, "Brother Huan, you're so calm and low-key. You've become famous online but you don't say a word at home, or share your joy or anything."
Yu Huan smiled, one hand on the steering wheel and the other pulling down the sun visor: "This is called being humble and composed. Learn from your brother."
The guitar intro to "It's You" echoed through the train carriage.
Yu Huan felt completely refreshed after eating and drinking his fill.
"Not elated by external gains, nor saddened by personal losses." Yu Chengcheng turned to her eldest cousin and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Yu Zhongyan!"
Yu Huan couldn't help but laugh out loud. Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind, and she said, "Orange, can you check the ranking of this song for me?"
"My own affairs are insignificant, but my idol's affairs are of utmost importance," Yu Chengcheng joked, giving a thumbs up and grinning, "Brother Huan, you truly live up to your reputation!"
Yu Huan's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.
Although Yu Chengcheng wasn't a blabbermouth, she still held back from telling her that he wasn't just a fan of Lin Su's husband, but also her real husband.
After all, he had just put on a show.
Oh well, never mind.
Yu Chengcheng lowered her head and focused on swiping the screen on her phone.
After careful consideration, she slowly began to speak:
"Tencent Music's Mainland China Chart and Hot Songs Chart are updated every Thursday, while the New Songs Chart and Popular Chart are updated daily, but they only count the effective plays within the past seven days. Not to mention that it's extremely difficult for a new song to chart on its first day, these charts aren't updated until 8 AM—"
This means that, according to the rules, it is not possible to be listed at this time.
"Understood." Yu Huan nodded slightly.
Yu Chengcheng suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Lin Su's new album was released at 7:30 this morning, and the title track 'It's You' has already surpassed 200,000 favorites and has over 5,000 comments!"
"Really? Okay, okay!"
Yu Huan nodded repeatedly, her face beaming with joy.
It's really outrageous!
He couldn't help but clap his hands and stomp his feet, and even accidentally punched the horn.
The little BMW swayed slightly from side to side as a result.
Yu Chengcheng hurriedly grabbed the car roof handle and reminded him, "Hey! Drive carefully! I know that it's exciting for fans when their idol's popularity soars and their career is successful, but do you have to be this excited?"
"If I don't get excited, wouldn't that bury my status as a male fan?" Yu Huan retorted.
Yu Chengcheng was immediately speechless.
My older cousin is obsessed with his idol; he's actually projecting himself into the role of Lin Su's husband.
The orange glow of the setting sun cast a warm glow on Yu Huan's profile as he intently stared at the road, speeding through the city in his BMW.
Yu Chengcheng was looking down at her phone when she suddenly clicked her tongue in amazement and said:
"A popular influencer with 700,000 followers posted a picture and text about my senior, Gao Xiaosong, which were screenshots from his TV shows. He said that Bharata is the most peaceful country, it doesn't need police officers because almost no one commits crimes, and even theft is rare. Unlike people in Beijing and Shanghai who are always in a hurry—"
Yu Huan briefly interrupted her: "Your senior, Gao Xiaosong, really does like to engage in historical nihilism."
Although Gao Xiaosong is incredibly talented, he squandered his potential.
He comes from a highly educated family; his grandfather was the principal of Wudaokou School, and he himself dropped out of Wudaokou School and failed the entrance exam for Beijing Film Academy.
From public intellectual to public enemy, and finally to being subjected to iron fists and banned across the entire internet.
Yu Chengcheng nodded and continued her topic: "As a result, your two emojis were pushed to the top. The first one is 'You're so right!', which has over 10,000 likes, and 'You're right!' is in second place."
Yu Huan smiled and said, "That's good. It shows that the masses are not so easily fooled."
But Yu Chengcheng sighed and said, "Look, the masses are using you as a weapon to attack public intellectuals. With such high popularity, it would be a waste if you didn't seize the opportunity."
His words revealed a deep sense of regret.
"Stay calm and keep a low profile." Yu Huan still insists on these four words.
Yu Chengcheng tried to persuade him with gentle persuasion: "If I were you, I would go straight to Weibo to get verified as soon as I got home and gain a lot of followers."
"Why don't you get your Weibo account verified too?"
"Huh?" Yu Chengcheng looked confused. How did the topic suddenly turn to her? "You can be officially recognized as: Boss Brother's little cousin," Yu Huan joked.
Upon hearing this, Yu Chengcheng rolled her eyes and said, "Go to hell!"
Yu Huan sighed and replied with her previous words: "It would be a real waste if you didn't seize this opportunity."
Yu Chengcheng shook her head and uttered two words firmly: "Magical!"
Yu Huan shrugged: "Who says otherwise?"
With "It's You" playing on repeat, the little BMW sped along without stopping until it finally paused briefly in front of the garage.
Yu Huan took out the house key from his pocket and gave it to Yu Chengcheng. After she got out of the car, he opened the roller shutter door and then steadily backed the little BMW into the garage.
"Brother Huan, this motorcycle is so cool!" Yu Chengcheng stood in front of Lin Yourong's former ride, peeking out curiously.
Yu Huan had wiped the Honda Forsa II so clean that it looked brand new, and the tires showed very little wear.
Back then, Lin Yourong probably only ran around the city a little.
"Isn't it cool! This is your sister-in-law's car, but unfortunately motorcycles are banned in the city now." Yu Huan said, while opening the trunk of the little BMW.
Yu Chengcheng immediately chimed in, "But motorcycles aren't banned in the suburbs or counties!"
Yu Huan paused in her movement, carrying the woven bag, and nodded, saying, "You're right. Next time, we can have Song Nian drive the van over and tow the car to the county. However, this car has been sitting untouched for five or six years and needs a full maintenance check. Also, parts like the battery may need to be replaced."
When Lin Yourong went to the county to play, he would ride this bicycle and take her for a ride whenever he had free time.
The scene was absolutely beautiful.
Yu Chengcheng touched this and looked at that, clicking her tongue and saying, "This motorcycle must be expensive. I bet it would cost at least several hundred dollars."
"I'm not too sure about that either. It's a 250cc mid-displacement engine. Considering it's a Honda, it should be around five liters."
Yu Huan raised her voice as she spoke:
"Stop touching it, come and lend a hand!"
The two cousins made two trips up and down the stairs to carry everything to the terrace, then changed into slippers and slumped onto the sofa.
Of course, it was impossible to give his wife's pink Hello Kitty slippers to his little cousin. Yu Huan had specially bought five new slippers a few days ago, just in case guests came over.
It was 5:30 in the evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the living room through the open kitchen window, bathing the entire space in a warm orange hue.
After resting for a while, Yu Huan got up, turned on the TV, and poured a glass of warm water for each of them.
Immediately, they began planting potted plants on the terrace.
According to the old man, the care methods for Cymbidium ensifolium and Cymbidium goeringii are similar, so six orchids can be planted together in a ceramic pot.
Yu Huan noticed that the spring orchid had already sprouted flower buds and was obviously about to bloom, so she took it out of the woven bag with extra gentleness and care.
With two people working together, the task wasn't too difficult.
Yu Chengcheng was also very quick and efficient. She had experience with potted plants a few days ago and knew exactly how much soil each pot needed.
He held the tea tree steadily with one hand and shoveled soil from the woven bag with the other, appearing quite adept at it.
Seeing this, Yu Huan couldn't help but tease, "Orange, why don't you just become a gardener after you graduate? I think you have a real talent for this field."
"What I call 'doing one thing and mastering it' means being exceptionally capable." Yu Chengcheng turned her head, chin slightly raised, and confidently uttered a single word: "Understand?"
"I understand, yet I don't," Yu Huan replied with a smile.
"Alright, you should understand." Yu Chengcheng said, gently pressing the soil down with a shovel.
After a flurry of activity, a pot of orchids and five pots of blooming tea saplings were all properly placed.
After everything was finished, it was completely dark.
The incandescent light under the doorway just barely dispelled the gloom on the terrace.
The two finished tidying up and returned to the living room.
Yu Huan glanced at the wall clock and sighed, "How come it's only seven o'clock? I thought it was already seven-thirty."
At this moment, time seemed to stretch on endlessly.
"What's wrong?" Yu Chengcheng asked as she leaned back and sank into the sofa.
Yu Huan took out his phone and checked it, only to find that Lin Yourong hadn't sent him any messages.
He then placed it on the coffee table: "My wife is in this episode of 'Hometown'!"
As he spoke, he picked up the remote control and turned up the TV volume. On the screen, Hunan TV was broadcasting CCTV's news program.
Yu Chengcheng shook her head and chuckled, teasingly saying, "Tsk tsk tsk, if you called a female celebrity your wife like that in front of your sister-in-law, she'd probably beat you up pretty badly, right?"
The words floated in the air.
He was suddenly stunned.
This afternoon, I learned my sister-in-law's name. Now, thinking back on it, a question arises in my mind. I mutter to myself, "Wait a minute, my sister-in-law's surname is also Lin, Lin Yourong...?"
The photo frame on Yu Huan's bedside table flashed into my mind.
Her appearance is still very vivid in her memory.
Not right.
It's not right.
(End of this chapter)