The Romance Extras Turned Out to Be a Yuri Story - Chapter 13

Zhang Qiu had just gone out to take a call. When she returned, she saw Lin Xiangdong and Lin Luoluo snatching something from each other.

The brother and sister were roughhousing. Seeing Lin Luoluo’s flushed cheeks, she turned to Mu Yunchun, who was drinking alone on the side, and asked, “What happened?”

Mu Yunchun rested his chin on one hand, his peach-blossom eyes blinking charmingly as he smiled with a lazy elegance. “Luoluo’s drunk.”

“Drunk?” Zhang Qiu looked suspiciously at the bottle Lin Xiangdong had just snatched away. It was rice wine, only one percent alcohol. Luoluo had just finished two cups—when Zhang Qiu went out, she was pouring her third. Was her tolerance really this low?

Lin Xiangdong set down the bottle, pressing a hand to his forehead as he looked at the drunk slumped in her chair.

He had only looked away for a moment, and she’d gotten drunk already. He really didn’t dare let her drink unsupervised. How had she managed to survive abroad?

The blush on Lin Luoluo’s cheeks spread down her neck. She looked all soft and pink, like a ripe peach, tender and juicy. Glaring angrily at Lin Xiangdong, she grabbed the corner of Zhang Qiu’s clothes and pointed at him, stammering as she tattled:

“Y-you look, look at him—he’s stealing, stealing my stuff! Wuu!”

Lin Xiangdong sighed helplessly. “You can’t drink anymore. You’re drunk.”

“I can still drink! I’m not dr-drunk.”

“Then straighten your tongue and try saying that to me again.”

Luoluo tried for a while, tongue heavy and slurred, until she ended up crying in frustration. She twisted around and burrowed into Zhang Qiu’s arms, fake-crying.

Lin Xiangdong, laughing and crying at once, tried to pull her away. “Don’t bother other people.”

Luoluo refused to listen, clutching Zhang Qiu’s clothes pitifully, her eyes red at the corners. “Sister, he’s bullying me.”

She even deliberately choked up, tattling in front of her brother.

“He called me fat, and he won’t let me drink!”

Fuming, she declared, “This brother is no good! I’m going to throw him away in the trash can!”

“Hey! I’m standing right here!” Lin Xiangdong was exasperated. Mu Yunchun, watching from the side, laughed so hard he almost fell over.

Luoluo rested her head lightly on Zhang Qiu’s shoulder, clutching her clothes tightly, unwilling to let go.

Zhang Qiu patted her fluffy hair and humored her. “Alright, let’s throw him in the trash can.”

“Zhang Qiu, you—” Lin Xiangdong sighed. “Alright, hand her over to me.”

He tried prying open Luoluo’s fingers. She was drunk, with no real strength, so her grip loosened easily. She toppled toward him, but her soft watery eyes stayed locked on Zhang Qiu, full of reluctant attachment.

Zhang Qiu’s heart softened. “Let me try.”

She caught Luoluo’s hand as it reached toward her again. The moment their skin touched, Luoluo broke free of Lin Xiangdong’s grip and dove into Zhang Qiu’s arms like a moth to a flame.

Like a swallow returning to the forest, a tired bird returning to its nest.

Zhang Qiu lowered her head, smiling faintly at the girl in her arms.

Watching, Mu Yunchun suddenly frowned. He felt an odd illusion, as though the two girls were far too close, almost inseparable.

But this was normal between girls.

Relaxing, he reassured himself.

Lin Xiangdong apologized, “Looks like this meal is over. I’ll treat you next time.”

Mu Yunchun raised his glass in understanding.

Zhang Qiu added, “I should get going too. I still have things this afternoon, sorry.”

Holding the soft Luoluo, she said to Lin Xiangdong, “I remember you live nearby. I’ll go with you and help send her home.”

“Thanks.”

The two of them left the private room together. The hotpot still boiled, steam rising and blurring Mu Yunchun’s face. He could only shake his head with a rueful smile.

He had wanted a date with Zhang Qiu alone. So much for that.

A drunk person was unreasonable. Lin Xiangdong tried to take Luoluo himself so as not to trouble Zhang Qiu, but she refused to let him touch her. If he tried, she cried and fell against Zhang Qiu instead, even clutching at her chest to complain.

“Bad guy, I hate him.”

Lin Xiangdong’s face darkened. “Lin Luoluo, tell me clearly—who’s the bad guy?”

“I’m your brother, alright?!”

Luoluo ignored him. When he tugged again, she clung tighter to Zhang Qiu. Annoyed, she stopped pretending to cry, turned to him and said word by word:

“I’m your brother. You have to listen to me.”

“You’re whose brother?” Lin Xiangdong laughed angrily. “Let go of Zhang Qiu! What do you look like clinging to her?”

“N-no, I won’t.” Her soft, drawn-out tone sounded like she was acting spoiled, full of disgust for her own brother.

“Fragrant,” Luoluo giggled, burying her face into Zhang Qiu’s shoulder and inhaling deeply. Then she looked at Lin Xiangdong and wrinkled her nose. “You stink.”

She even sighed, brows furrowed tightly as if seeing something filthy.

“You little—!” Lin Xiangdong nearly exploded. “I showered today, alright?!”

Zhang Qiu stifled a laugh. “Let me handle it.”

Lin Xiangdong let go, watching helplessly as the drunken girl followed Zhang Qiu docilely.

Strangely enough, under Zhang Qiu’s care, Luoluo wasn’t rebellious at all.

Zhang Qiu coaxed her, “Let’s go home and drink. Too many people here.”

Luoluo stared at her face, silly smile spreading, nodding eagerly—so easy to trick.

Zhang Qiu smiled faintly, carefully supporting her as they descended the stairs.

Halfway down, a sudden voice rang out: “Zhang Qiu?”

Zuo Jinwei had come upstairs with Gu Beichen, running right into Zhang Qiu and Luoluo on their way down.

“What a coincidence! What’s wrong with Luoluo?” Zuo Jinwei feigned surprise, covering her mouth. “Beichen said the External Affairs Department needs sponsors. Don’t tell me you were drinking with clients?”

Gu Beichen’s face immediately darkened.

Zhang Qiu’s good mood evaporated.

Supporting Luoluo, she said flatly, “Move.”

Zuo Jinwei stayed in the way. Zhang Qiu turned sideways to go around, but Gu Beichen grabbed her wrist, pulling Luoluo from her arms.

Zhang Qiu quickly reached out to steady Luoluo before she slipped, her tone cold. “It has nothing to do with you. Let go.”

“Zhang Qiu!” Gu Beichen’s teeth clenched. “You weren’t like this before!”

Zhang Qiu had no patience to argue. Luoluo blinked blearily between them, looking confused.

Controlling her voice, Zhang Qiu said, “Gu Beichen, we’ve broken up. Whatever I do has nothing to do with you.”

“I never agreed!” His grip tightened. “What do you want? I told you, as long as you apologize—”

“Gu Beichen!” Zhang Qiu’s voice sharpened. “Let go.”

Her eyes met his, and he faltered, silenced by the force of her gaze. He released her.

Zhang Qiu held out her hand. “Give her back to me.”

But Gu Beichen still gripped Luoluo’s arm, jaw tight. “Zhang Qiu, Luoluo’s my little sister. You can’t treat her like this. She just came back from abroad, she doesn’t understand how things work here. If you’ve got grievances, take them out on me.”

Zhang Qiu’s lips curved in a faint, mocking smile.

Since when had he been this self-important?

Zuo Jinwei quickly chimed in, “That’s right. Little Luoluo just likes following Beichen around. They’re only siblings—don’t take it the wrong way.”

“Who’s his sister?” drunken Luoluo suddenly piped up, her eyes bright.

“My brother’s right there!” She yanked her hand free and pointed upstairs—where Lin Xiangdong had just arrived, late.

“Huh?” Lin Xiangdong scratched his head. “What are you all crowding here for?”

“Brother!” Luoluo called out.

“Ugh, ancestor, what now?” Lin Xiangdong sighed, coming down.

“He wants, wants—” Luoluo stammered, then turned to Zhang Qiu with a sudden grin, announcing loud and clear:

“—to be your dad!”

Lin Xiangdong froze in shock.

Gu Beichen whipped around to stare at Luoluo.

Zuo Jinwei’s eyes went wide.

Zhang Qiu: …

Quickly, she clapped a hand over Luoluo’s mouth. “Sorry, she’s drunk.”

Lin Xiangdong’s lips twitched. “That’s my buddy you’re talking about.”

“Mmm mmm!” Luoluo struggled under Zhang Qiu’s hand.

Lin Xiangdong eyed Gu Beichen suspiciously, a weird feeling rising in his gut.

Gu Beichen wouldn’t really want to be his dad… right?

Gu Beichen’s face was thunderous. What was he supposed to explain? That he didn’t want to be Lin Xiangdong’s dad? That Zhang Qiu had some ulterior motive taking Luoluo drinking?

The moment Lin Xiangdong appeared, Gu Beichen knew he’d misjudged Zhang Qiu.

With her real brother there, there was no way she’d let Luoluo accompany clients drinking.

Lin Xiangdong waved casually. “Beichen, you here eating too?”

Gu Beichen’s expression eased. “Mm. Discussing some problems with Xiaoxiao’s teacher.”

“Just you two?” Lin Xiangdong glanced at Zuo Jinwei.

Dressed in a white dress, long black hair flowing, she looked demure and gentle. She gave him a small smile and nodded politely.

Lin Xiangdong nodded back and looked away.

He’d heard of this senior before. She was the one tutoring Gu Xiaoxiao.

But Lin Xiangdong had never liked Gu Xiaoxiao—too calculating for someone so young, not half as cute as Luoluo.

Gu Beichen hesitated, but finally gave a nod.

By then Zhang Qiu had already shepherded Luoluo downstairs. Luoluo rested her head on Zhang Qiu’s shoulder, playfully nudging her with her forehead. Zhang Qiu swayed from the pushes, scolding her softly to stand straight. But soon she went limp again, saying she was dizzy, and Zhang Qiu had to support her.

Lin Xiangdong glanced at Zuo Jinwei, tempted to warn Gu Beichen that this senior wasn’t simple, but Luoluo called for him again.

“Lin Xiangdong! Stinky brother!”

He groaned, head aching, and clapped Gu Beichen on the shoulder. “Mu Yunchun’s still upstairs. Luoluo’s drunk, I’ll take her back first.”

Gu Beichen understood, watching as they left with Luoluo.

Once the others were gone, Zuo Jinwei bit her lip and apologized. “Beichen, I didn’t mean anything just now. I know you’re in a cold war with Zhang Qiu—I only wanted to explain for you.”

Gu Beichen only grunted, his expression unreadable.

Her heart skipped. Had her words just backfired?

Forcing herself to calm down, she followed him upstairs.

So what if he figured it out? She had an excuse—she was just trying to help. After all, she’d never confessed her feelings to him.

Meanwhile, back home, Luoluo turned over in bed, muttering to herself:

“Dad’s dad is Grandpa. So… brother’s brother is what? Dad?”

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