Chapter 292: Sister’s Shenanigans

Chapter 292: Sister’s Shenanigans

The afterglow of the sunset.

It bathed Xiao Yu on the balcony.

A gentle haze drifted like wispy clouds into the sky beneath the setting sun.

Suddenly.

Xiao Yu frowned briefly and swiftly stubbed out his cigarette.

Then he turned toward his sister by the floor-to-ceiling window and smiled, “What are you doing out here?”

“Just checking you out,” she replied.

Dressed in comfy loungewear, Mu Qingwu glided to her younger brother’s side. “I didn’t see you just now—I almost thought you’d run away from home.”

“Ha!”

Xiao Yu rolled his eyes. “Don’t come any closer—you trying to give me secondhand smoke?”

“This is our home, after all,” she countered.

Mu Qingwu nestled into her brother’s arms.

“Getting a bit bossy, aren’t we?”

Wrapping an arm around her waist, Xiao Yu teased, “Oh really?”

“Indeed,” she replied.

Playfully, Mu Qingwu pinched his cheek. “Aren’t you a little scared?”

“Scared of what?”

With a wink, Xiao Yu quipped, “You’re not about to turn into some wicked hag and devour me, are you?”

“Not a chance—first you’ve got to behave,” she retorted.

Mu Qingwu beamed, “Are you being good?”

“Of course!”

Xiao Yu nodded in assurance.

“You sure?”

Burying her face in his chest, Mu Qingwu murmured seductively, “I don’t know why, but suddenly I feel a bit chilly.”

Xiao Yu: …

He always thought that in those moments alone together,

when a girl complains about the cold, it’s just her cheeky way to flirt.

And in those moments, their unspoken feelings spark.

When the small lamp was switched off, he muttered, “Oh, for heaven’s sake.”

What do you think?

Instantly understanding, Xiao Yu scooped his sister into his arms and headed for the bedroom…

……

As the neon lights began to glow,

a soft radiance spread through the cozy bedroom.

Meanwhile, Mu Qingwu’s drifting soul—once soaring high—finally returned.

Her delicate, jade-like cheek rested on her brother’s chest as she listened to his steady heartbeat.

Xiao Yu, comfortable and content, closed his eyes while leaning back on the bed.

He thought, “If I can sneak a smoke during blissful moments like these, it’d be just perfect!”

“Little brother,”

Mu Qingwu murmured, “You’ve never told me about Grandma and Grandpa, have you?”

“What would you like to hear about?”

Xiao Yu asked with a smile.

“Like, how did they end up together?”

With dreamy eyes brimming with curiosity, Mu Qingwu added, “But wouldn’t Grandma and Grandpa never share that with you?”

“Haha, you guessed wrong,” Xiao Yu replied.

He burst into an amused laugh. “I actually know their story. Once, after a few too many drinks at Mom’s birthday, she spilled the whole tale of how she and Dad fell in love. But if you want to hear it, there’s only one kiss… oops!”

“Just one. Want one?”

As her lips parted, Mu Qingwu’s eyes sparkled seductively.

The imperious queen was back in action.

“Alright, alright,” she conceded.

Xiao Yu chuckled softly as he snuggled closer in her embrace, half his body soaking in her warmth and sweet scent. “You know, Dad was younger than Mom.”

“Huh?”

Mu Qingwu, both surprised and amused, teased, “Can that even be inherited?”

“Maybe,” he replied.

Shaking his head with a laugh, Xiao Yu continued, “Mom said that back then, in her eyes, Dad was just a kid. She met him at the Provincial Sports School when she was 19. Mom claimed she was smitten by that scruffy kid who transferred from another province.”

“Ha!”

Mu Qingwu giggled, “So impressive that Grandma never even hit Grandpa?”

“No,”

Xiao Yu admitted, momentarily stunned. “Mom said that even though Grandma once clinched the Provincial Sanda title, she couldn’t best Dad in ten moves!”

“What?!”

Mu Qingwu exclaimed, “How could that be?”

“Yeah, how could it be?!”

Whenever he recalled Dad’s timid, almost subservient behavior—making Mom feel like a princess—Xiao Yu even doubted if Mom was exaggerating.

But in truth,

Dad, that gentle soul whose youthful fire had long since faded,

would stand up without hesitation to protect his family from danger.

Even if it meant facing a lion!

“Mom once told me that although Dad could be quite chatty and immature back then… he had a truly romantic side.”

With a smile, Xiao Yu went on, “Dad used to chase Mom around, calling her ‘sister’ all day, buying her flowers, taking her to the movies, and even roller-skating…”

“That was pretty romantic, wasn’t it?” Mu Qingwu laughed.

“Yeah, over twenty years ago it definitely was,” he agreed.

Xiao Yu nodded, smiling, “Mom said that that mischievous little rascal of a Dad swept away the gloom of an oppressive city, giving her a breath of fresh air.”

“Then, Mom spent every day playing with her inner child, her little mischief-maker, with Dad by her side—so she could forget the tension of sports school training—and rediscover her passion for life.”

“The funniest part is, it was Dad, the little kid, who took care of Mom, always finding new ways to cheer her up. With him, Mom could finally let go of her worries.”

“And finally, after Dad’s thirty-first confession, Mom became his ‘second half-price cup.'”

“Back then, Mom even asked Dad, ‘Don’t you think I’m older than you?'”

“Dad just laughed and said, ‘When you’re old, I’ll be old too. How old do you think I am?'”

“In the end, while Mom waited for her little rascal to grow up, Dad went back to Bincheng.”

Saying this, Xiao Yu grinned broadly, “And as you know, Mom defied everyone and moved all the way to Bincheng, living happily ever after with her little rascal—me!”

“So sweet!”

Holding her brother close, Mu Qingwu smiled tenderly, “Just like us!”

“Exactly!”

Gently stroking Xiao Yu’s short hair, Mu Qingwu beamed with pride, “Right?”

“Mm.”

Clinging to his sister, Xiao Yu mumbled,

“And our baby will be proud too!”