What exactly is the relationship between my Aunt Qin and this Director-General?
In his previous life, he and his sister hadn’t come to Nest One at this time, but back then, Qin Wuyue did leave for a while. Thinking about it now, she must have come to attend this celebration.
“By the way,” Qin Wuyue, who was walking ahead, suddenly turned back, smiling at the two of them with an expression that was anything but innocent.
Her gaze finally landed on Lan Lan, whose expression had grown stiff. “Xiaoyu and Yanran have a really good relationship. Sooner or later, they’ll be a couple.”
Lin Yu: “……?”
What does that mean? Why don’t I know about this? Wait, why are you deliberately telling her? What’s the connection between her and Yanran?
Just as he was wondering this and slowly turned to look at Director-General Lan, she also looked over at him.
But this time, unlike before, it was Lan Lan who looked away, her face even a bit pale, as if she had realized something unpleasant.
“Oh hahahahaha~”
Seeing her reaction, Qin Wuyue let out a perfectly villainous laugh, satisfied.
“Director-General Lan,” Lin Yu’s mouth twitched, “are you alright?”
“I’m… I’m fine……”
Lin Yu didn’t ask her what her relationship with Xia Yanran was, feeling that even if he did, she probably wouldn’t say.
Besides, he knew very well that he was not on equal footing with this person; even if something awkward had happened, it wouldn’t change anything. Acting too familiar might even displease her.
A friend’s friend is not necessarily a friend—such is the truth.
They arrived at the changing room door.
“You two go in,” Lan Lan looked at Lin Yu, all traces of awkwardness gone from her eyes—no wonder she could be Director-General.
“Your sister is inside too. She should be done changing. You’ll go to the banquet together in a moment.”
Qin Wuyue added from the side, “What? You’re not coming with us? Still going to wear that?”
“I’m used to it. I’m not comfortable in anything else.”
“Tch, boring. Just look at you—do you even look like a woman? Xiaoyu, let’s go.” With that, Qin Wuyue pushed open the door and walked in.
Lin Yu nodded apologetically at her and followed inside.
Watching the door close, Lan Lan shook her head with a soft sigh and silently walked away.
After Lin Yu entered, before he could even take in the changing room’s decor, he heard his sister’s slightly bashful voice at his ear.
“Xiaoyu, you’re here. What do you think of your sister like this… am I pretty?”
He looked up. Lin Mowei was standing in front of the mirror. The luxurious pearl-white gown outlined her graceful figure, its skirt trailing on the ground like flowing starlight.
Silver threads and scattered gems traced a subtle halo around her, setting off skin as smooth as jade. Her long hair was elegantly coiled up, exposing her beautiful neckline, a star-shaped hair ornament quietly glittering amid her locks.
Her carefully designed makeup was just right—delicate brows, creamy skin, and lips tinted with a soft cherry pink, adding a breathtaking touch of gentleness to her already stunning beauty.
She gazed at Lin Yu, her eyes tinged with shyness, yet more than that, brimming with eager anticipation. Her gaze, shimmering with shifting light, was more radiant than any gem.
She simply stood there, and the luxurious changing room, the dazzling display of dresses—at her appearance, all faded into a dim, blurry background.
All the light, all the color, seemed born only to accentuate her alone.
Lin Yu’s eyes widened slightly; this was the first time he’d seen his sister dressed like this.
Pretty?
He felt that, at this moment, the word was woefully inadequate for his sister. Simply calling her pretty would be an insult to Lin Mowei—no words could do justice to her presence now.
Yet, though she was dazzling, Lin Yu, shielded by the filter of familial love, didn’t feel his heart skip a beat.
He walked up, gave his sister a thumbs-up, and said, “You look great, Sis.”
Even Qin Wuyue, standing nearby, was shocked by this comment. Is this kid blind or what?
You call that “great”? That’s way beyond “great,” okay?
Even she, upon entering, had been momentarily transfixed. As a woman herself, she understood Lin Mowei’s allure at this moment—so much so that even her own confidence wavered with a tinge of jealousy.
But Lin Mowei, hearing this, wasn’t at all displeased. Instead, her heart bloomed with joy—it was worth all the effort she’d put in.
“Thank you, Xiaoyu. I think it’s wonderful too.” A sweet smile blossomed on Lin Mowei’s face.
Qin Wuyue glanced at her again. Seriously? That’s all it takes for you?
If it were me, if this kid didn’t praise me to the heavens, I’d knock him out!
“Teacher, why don’t you pick out a dress too? There are a lot of nice ones here.”
Having been complimented by her brother, Lin Mowei was in a wonderful mood. Even her hostility toward Qin Wuyue had lessened considerably.
“Oh, mm… Yes, let me see.”
Now the pressure inexplicably shifted to Qin Wuyue. She didn’t want to compete with Lin Mowei, but…
If, after she changed, this kid just nodded and said, “Looks nice,”
Wouldn’t that mean she wasn’t as good as her student? Absolutely unacceptable.
Maybe even she didn’t realize it herself: it wasn’t about outshining Lin Mowei, it was about Lin Yu thinking she was outshined by Lin Mowei.
That—was crucial.
What to pick…
Qin Wuyue’s slender fingers slid across a row of dresses before stopping on one.
This is it. People say this color is very elegant—this one will do.
Moments later, the changing curtain was drawn aside.
Lin Yu looked up instinctively, then froze for a split second.
Qin Wuyue walked out gracefully, wearing a deep purple velvet gown. The color was as rich as the night, steeped with a mellow, mysterious glow like aged wine.
The dress featured a body-hugging mermaid cut, perfectly tracing her mature, feminine curves from top to bottom.
Full bust, slender waist, and the skirt only flaring dramatically at the calves.
The design was reserved yet lethal, every curve speaking of the charm honed by years.
Her long hair was loosely pinned up, a few strands lazily draped by her neck, lending her an air of casual allure.
At this moment, Qin Wuyue exuded an overwhelming, mature magnetism, like a flame burning quietly in the dark—dangerous and mesmerizing.
She seemed to idly run her fingers through her hair, yet her gaze swept toward Lin Yu, brow arched slightly, as if silently awaiting his judgment.
The changing room fell silent for a moment. Lin Mowei blinked, inwardly conceding: her teacher, in this moment… truly had stunning presence.
Lin Yu looked at Qin Wuyue for a moment, then, under her gaze, slowly spoke.
“Aunt Qin… you’re beautiful, too.”
He didn’t say “pretty,” nor “great.”
Instead, he used a word more formal, more fitting for the moment—beautiful.
A beauty that carried a sense of distance, one he couldn’t help but admire—more mature.
Hearing this, Qin Wuyue’s barely noticeable tension melted away. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile, chin lifting slightly—like a proud cat being petted just right.
“Not a bad eye.”
Her tone was light and playful; the invisible pressure from before seemed to vanish as she turned back to the mirror, her gaze flickering with self-appreciation.
Lin Mowei watched this, then glanced at her brother, lips pursed silently. She just took his arm, as if silently staking her claim.
Catching the movement in the mirror, Qin Wuyue’s smile deepened.
“All right,” she turned, clapping her hands, her tone returning to its usual teasing lilt, “both beautiful ladies are ready. Our little knight, will you escort us to the banquet hall?”
“Uh… hehe.” Lin Yu didn’t know what to say for a moment.
“Oh, right.” Qin Wuyue smacked her hand and tilted her head at Lin Yu, “Before that, you need to change too. Mowei, bring him here, let’s get him dressed up.”
Lin Mowei blinked, also looking forward to how dashing her brother would look in new clothes, and pulled Lin Yu toward the dressing area.
“Eh? No need, I can just wear anything. You don’t have to help.”
“Why are you whining? Can’t you even appreciate being served? Hurry up and take it off!”
“Hey! Don’t pull my pants! I’ll do it myself!”