When Xia Yao led Lin Xiaojue out of the hospital, it was already approaching noon.
The two of them were now in a family restaurant. The decor was warm and cozy, and the atmosphere everywhere was festive.
“Predecessor, did you know? The steamed eggs here are super famous.”
Xia Yao sat across from her, holding the menu with both hands and pointing at it excitedly.
“Alright, alright. Since the steamed eggs are that good, let’s order them. We’ll eat our fill today before we leave.”
Lin Xiaojue waved her newly purchased phone, which was a popular model on the market.
Although it had cost her nearly 10,000, that amount meant nothing to her now. Because 1,000,000 had suddenly appeared in her account.
Adding in her previous 50,000, she now had 1,050,000!
She was a little rich lady in every sense of the word!
Lin Xiaojue swung her legs happily. Her days of poverty were finally over, and the bright dawn of a new life had arrived.
“Speaking of which, Predecessor, is this money really from a fan’s donation?” Xia Yao asked, still holding the menu with a bit of uncertainty.
“Really, really! Look, this person gave me 2,000 heavenly feather finger-hearts. If the platform didn’t take a fifty-fifty split, I would have 2,000,000 in my pocket!”
Lin Xiaojue cried out in excitement, shoving the donation records on her phone screen in front of Xia Yao.
Banner announcements kept scrolling across the homepage, and the vivid, eye-catching colors took up almost the entire screen.
‘There really are people who donate…’
Xia Yao couldn’t understand this behavior. If someone had money, they should keep it to spend on themselves.
Why would they give it to someone else? Especially this much money. She didn’t know which wealthy young master this was.
Glancing at the screen, Xia Yao memorized the person’s name.
It’s sunny not blue sky.
“Um… Aren’t you worried, Predecessor? Why would someone give you so much money all at once? And if they really have that much, why donate it?”
Xia Yao still couldn’t let it go, her gaze filled with worry as she questioned her. Lin Xiaojue simply waved her hand and flashed a warm smile.
“Heh, Xiao Xia, you don’t understand. Before I retired, I made a lot of money as an idol. I was very popular, you know! Even the current Mundi wouldn’t have much of a chance against me. So, it’s perfectly normal for someone to give me a donation.”
“I suppose so…” Xia Yao replied, recalling the Predecessor’s dazzling figure on the stage.
Back then, the others didn’t have as much energy as the Predecessor. Every day, they were exhausted just from clearing out residual beasts, let alone debuting or doing idol activities.
Steam-drenched dishes were quickly served to the table: crisp and tender stir-fried greens, the steamed eggs Xia Yao had ordered, and braised lion’s head meatballs…
“Now that I think about it, these are all home-cooked dishes.”
Xia Yao looked at the plates on the table, her thoughts drifting. She remembered it used to be like this — everyone would be together in harmony, sitting at one table, serving food to each other, and laughing.
Back then, she would shrink into a small corner and quietly enjoy the lively scene. Although she couldn’t quite fit in, she could feel everyone’s joyful emotions.
It was just that they hadn’t gathered like that for a long time. In Xia Yao’s view, it would be difficult for everyone to ever gather again.
She couldn’t help but place her hand over her chest to feel her fluttering heartbeat.
“Xiao Xia, what’s wrong?”
Lin Xiaojue’s voice pulled her thoughts back to reality. Xia Yao blinked, seeing the black-haired girl looking at her with a face full of confusion.
“Ah, it’s nothing.” Xia Yao pulled the corners of her mouth into a smile. She picked up her chopsticks and said, “Haven’t you started eating yet, Predecessor?”
“Eh? You make me sound like a glutton. Xiao Xia, you’re so mean~”
“Mm, hahaha.”
Xia Yao laughed softly. The sound was very light, and she felt a sense of relief like a spring breeze. Suddenly, her laughter stopped. Her eyes froze slightly as her gaze landed on Lin Xiaojue again.
Lin Xiaojue tilted her head, her black hair cascading down, her bright eyes showing her confusion.
“What is it? Is there something bad on my face?” Lin Xiaojue immediately started rubbing her face.
“Ah, no.”
Xia Yao immediately stopped Lin Xiaojue’s hand.
Their hands were held together, and Lin Xiaojue suddenly revealed a cunning look in her eyes. She quietly shifted her palm, interlocking her fingers with Xia Yao’s.
She moved her face closer.
*Mwah*
A sweet kiss landed on Xia Yao’s lips, leaving her even more dazed. She covered her lips with her other hand in disbelief, her eyes widening as tears welled up in them.
“Predecessor, what does this mean?”
“A kiss. Aren’t you and I lovers? I have to take responsibility for you.”