A Guide to Capturing the Gentle Older Sister - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

The 603 dorm meeting was currently in progress.

“Ahem.” Mi Shushu cleared her throat to preside over the situation.

“Spill it.” Yu Weiwei put on an air of intimidation mixed with bribery.

“Confess quickly, and we’ll go easy on you,” Chen Yan added.

Kuang Yao: “…”

“Sincerity moves even hearts of stone.” A thin pair of lips parted slightly, cleanly spitting out seven words.

The other three fell backward.

“Ah?”

As members of Room 603, the three of them had witnessed the birth of this ill-fated romance the entire way. Now that Kuang Yao had actually gotten what she wished for, they suddenly didn’t know whether they should congratulate her or not.

Kuang Yao had publicly come out of the closet during her freshman year. With her exquisite looks and unique personality, she didn’t lack senior or junior girls pursuing her. But outsiders didn’t know that Kuang Yao’s entire mind and heart were hung up on her “Sister.”

To Room 603, this was completely incomprehensible. Because the other party wasn’t just a straight woman; she was a divorced straight woman with a young child. She had even once been Kuang Yao’s high school teacher.

No matter which way they looked at it, they would have preferred Kuang Yao to fall for anyone else.

“You guys…” Mi Shushu also muttered hesitantly.

“Just wish me well.” For the first time, a trace of exhaustion appeared in Kuang Yao’s wild, untamed eyes. She looked over with a distant gaze, curling the corners of her lips at the three of them.

The three fell silent, then went up one by one to give her a warm hug.

“No matter what, as long as you’re happy.”

“Be happy, okay?”

“Happy for you.”

A moment of warmth flowed between them.

Until Yu Weiwei ruthlessly broke it: “Don’t forget to treat us to a relationship-reveal meal!”

“Right, right, right, seafood! It has to be seafood,” Mi Shushu chimed in.

“Blackmailing me, are you? No seafood, only three-fresh noodle soup,” Kuang Yao retorted coldly.

The four of them started messing around together again.

Yu Weiwei slept for a very long time that afternoon, so she wasn’t very sleepy at night. Sitting up in the middle of the night, she noticed that Kuang Yao’s bed opposite her was empty.

She waited for a moment, then climbed down from her bed without a sound. Taking two cans of beer from the mini-fridge, she gently pushed the door open and went out.

Sure enough, Kuang Yao was out on the small balcony catching the breeze. One leg was draped casually as she let the night wind mess up the hair between her brows. There was a spark of fire at her fingertips, a crimson light glowing silently.

Kuang Yao smoked, but she wasn’t heavily addicted, and she rarely did it in front of her roommates.

Yu Weiwei walked over and sat down beside her, tossing a can of beer into her lap.

“Why can’t you sleep?”

Kuang Yao cracked open the beer: “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Slept too long this afternoon.” Yu Weiwei shook her head, looking at her with a gentle gaze. “Aren’t you happy now that you’ve gotten what you wished for?”

Kuang Yao touched her eyes and smiled: “I am happy.”

Sitting up high, their gaze fell upon the campus night scene. It was exactly three o’clock in the morning—the dead of night. Even the stray cats and dogs on campus were asleep. Only the moonlight poured onto the ground like liquid silver, leaving sparse tree shadows and hazy lamplights.

The night wind traveled from who knows where, carrying the boundless secrets of their youthful years. Crashing right into them on a night like this, it made those secrets impossible to ignore.

Kuang Yao suddenly spoke: “Do you know?”

Yu Weiwei listened: “Mm.”

“She was the one who kept me alive.”

Yu Weiwei knew exactly who that “she” referred to.

“I don’t like guys. I haven’t liked them since the day I was born. Maybe it’s genetic. It’s ridiculous, but they actually thought it was a disease,” Kuang Yao sneered.

“During the summer break that year, I was still at home playing video games when two people came in from outside and took me away.” Kuang Yao took a heavy gulp of beer, her eyes turning bloodshot. “A legal kidnapping inside my own home. Isn’t that ridiculous?”

Yu Weiwei instantly couldn’t say a word. Tears had already flooded her heart. She reached out and tightly grasped Kuang Yao’s hand.

“It’s fine. I reported that place later anyway,” Kuang Yao shrugged easily.

“I sent messages to everyone I knew, but she was the only one who came to save me.”

“A girl who had only been a teacher for a few years, who didn’t know how sinister society could be, and who was filled with absolute passion. You could say she was incredibly foolish.”

“Just because of a distress letter from a problem student, she disguised herself so carefully and thought of every possible way just to save me.”

“That day, the first thing she said when she found me was, ‘Don’t be afraid. Teacher is here. Teacher is taking you home.'”

Speaking up to this point, Kuang Yao turned her head to look at Yu Weiwei, her eyes filled with a tenderness that had never been seen before.

“From that day on, she became my home.”

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