Tianyun Mountain.
Spring has come, and the golden sun shines its light on everyone, making people feel a little lazy all over.
The black Bentley stopped at the foot of the mountain, and Zhao Yicheng shouldered all the supplies needed for the mountain, leading Xu Yinsheng as they began to climb to the top.
Mobile Phone.
Compared to Zhao Yicheng, who was loaded down with bags, Xu Yinsheng was traveling light—just a charging bank and her mobile phone.
She walked briskly ahead of Zhao Yicheng, turning around as she walked, even stepping backward like a mischievous child.
Half an hour later.
With her hands on her waist, she panted and said, “I can’t do it anymore, I’m exhausted. Are we here to watch the meteor shower or climb a mountain?” Xu Yinsheng struggled up another step.
Tianyun Mountain, being a tourist spot, naturally didn’t have a rugged mountain path, but instead had stairs built at the Government’s expense—roughly estimated to be over ten thousand steps.
Usually, there were cable cars running, but the once-in-five-thousand-years meteor shower meant the crowds were overwhelming.
Besides, perhaps due to years of neglect, the cable car broke down midway during its last run, and the System overloaded and burned out; that couple is still left hanging up there in mid-air.
“There’s a stone over there, have a seat and rest for a while,” Zhao Yicheng said, taking a pad from his backpack and laying it on a rock so Xu Yinsheng could sit and recover.
After her breathing calmed, Zhao Yicheng handed her some water.
The water wasn’t as clear as mineral water, but instead held a mysterious green hue—not from uranium, but because it had a hefty dose of Jadeite Powder.
An anonymous reward question posted on a certain site: How can you get a Gem Dragon Girl who only eats precious metals and jewels to appreciate Modern Cuisine?
Answer: Evenly coat modern food with gem powder.
Xu Yinsheng gulped down over half a bottle. Once she’d recovered, she started to look around at the scenery.
On both sides of the Tianyun Mountain path, the hillsides were planted mostly with peach trees—ten miles of Peach Blossom, one could say.
Only, it wasn’t summer yet but spring, so the spectacular sea of Peach Blossom had not yet appeared. All that could be seen were little buds about to bloom on the branches.
Xu Yinsheng took several shots with her mobile phone to the left and right, then handed the mobile phone to Zhao Yicheng, her intentions clear.
Scissors Hand was essential, of course, and she struck a few more poses, thoroughly satisfying the girlhood dreams she’d missed out on for over twenty years.
“How about a group photo?” Zhao Yicheng suddenly suggested.
“Sure,” Xu Yinsheng glanced at the sparse crowd around them. “But can you find someone to take it for us?” “I brought a camera and a tripod,” Zhao Yicheng replied.
He rummaged in his backpack for a few tripods, set them up on the ground, placed the camera on top, and set a timer.
The two of them stood together: the man was handsome, not very expressive, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised; beside him, the loli flashed a Scissors Hand, cute and cool, one in light gray, the other in soft pink.
The background was a swath of flower buds about to burst open, petals radiant as if they would bloom at any moment.
The shutter clicked, capturing the moment.
“Hey, buddy, could you take a photo for us?” At that moment, a couple came jogging over, the man waving a red ticket. Zhao Yicheng refused the ticket, but cheerfully took a few photos for them.
Afterward, the two packed up and continued their climb to the summit. The journey was a stop-and-go affair; along the way, Xu Yinsheng complained more than once: “My legs are about to fall off,” “Are we climbing a mountain or watching a meteor shower?” “I can’t go on—shouldn’t we just head home?”
As evening fell.
Xu Yinsheng lay in the newly-pitched tent, panting for breath. She was exhausted. After becoming a Gem Dragon Girl, her stamina hadn’t increased—in fact, she was even more tired!
Outside, Zhao Yicheng was setting up the telescope and the barbecue rack. The aroma of rosemary lamb drifted in from outside the tent.
Lamb chop sprinkled with gold flakes must be delicious.
Thinking this, Xu Yinsheng’s fingers twitched in anticipation, and she couldn’t help but swallow.
Just then, two voices—strange yet familiar—wafted into the tent along with the scent of lamb. Curious, Xu Yinsheng sat up and peeked out, meeting three pairs of eyes staring right back at her.
“Hello!” Xu Yinsheng greeted them.
She recognized all three pairs of eyes. Aside from Zhao Yicheng, one was Meng Zijiao—Zhao Yicheng’s aunt, the other was Meng Zixin—Zhao Yicheng’s grandaunt.
Meng Zixin looked at the adorable loli poking out from the tent, unable to resist reaching out and giving her a gentle squeeze. The soft, springy feeling was especially pleasant, not unlike the large plush dolls at home.
Having passed her grad school exams, this trip was meant to be a bit of sightseeing with her second sister—a chance to see the once-in-five-thousand-years meteor shower.
She hadn’t expected to run into A’Cheng, and not just him, but also a little loli by his side.
She’d already heard her sister mention A’Cheng’s issues last time—raising twenty-two little pets at his villa: ice queens, lolis, students, everything under the sun.
All she could say was: worthy son of her brother-in-law—mental quirks and peculiarities run in the bloodline.
Speaking of which, what’s the age for the Sister-in-law Protection Law? Sixteen or eighteen?
Compared to Meng Zixin’s unconcerned manner, Meng Zijiao gave Zhao Yicheng a sharp look and demanded, “Who’s this?”
“Xiao Yin’s other little sister.” Zhao Yicheng rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.
Every time he transformed, it was fine meeting strangers, but when it came to acquaintances, he always had to make up a new identity.
He figured in the eyes of his relatives, he was already branded as a harem king, playboy, womanizer, and someone who mixed with anyone and everyone.
“Xiao Yin went home to deal with something, and since I had nothing to do, I brought her little sister out to see the meteor shower.”
Even Zhao Yicheng didn’t believe this excuse, let alone Meng Zijiao, who’d spent years in the police force. She grabbed Xu Yinsheng and pulled her from the tent.
“Little girl, has A’Cheng done anything to you?” Meng Zijiao sized up Xu Yinsheng from head to toe. Her skin was fair and delicate, and there were no unusual marks on her body. It seemed nothing had happened.
Though she knew her nephew always had mental issues, some things just couldn’t be dismissed as quirks.
The bottom line could slide, but the red line could never be crossed!
Punishments must be given, compensations made!
Faced with the Police Flower’s questioning, Xu Yinsheng looked down, her eyes flickering for a moment. She slipped her right hand casually into her pocket, where she kept a short pencil lead and a small piece of white paper.
“Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy…”
She silently prayed, and got a reply:
Not yet time for the Promise Time.
“He hasn’t done anything, just sometimes hugs me and sleeps with me.” The dragon girl loli looked up, tilting her head, innocent and adorable, with a hazy cluelessness that made people want to scoop her up and squeeze her.
“Big sister, is that against the law too? But I think it’s nice—he’s always really good to us.”
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