“Aunt Lin, do you usually shop for groceries by yourself?”
I took a bite of green beans—not bad, though not quite to my taste like Su Liumeng’s cooking, but more than enough to fill me up.
“In response to Little Miss, not quite. There are twelve people on the team responsible for your care. I’m in charge of nutrition and daily safety. Someone else buys the groceries—all ingredients are fresh and natural, and there’s no unnecessary handling, to avoid safety risks.”
“As per the Eldest Miss’s orders, there’s also a psychologist and a private doctor for your health, who will check your physical condition every Sunday.”
“The rest of the team lives in the adjacent villa. Only I will personally attend to you.”
Aunt Lin’s words left me stunned for a second.
I could imagine Su Liumeng being thoughtful.
But this level of thoroughness—I’d never even considered it.
She must have accounted for every possible emergency.
“Got it.” My heart was sweet. After responding, I focused on battling the food.
After two big bowls of rice, I finally put down my chopsticks, still wanting more but forcing myself to stop.
It’s not just that I can eat—I can really eat.
If no one stops me, I could easily finish three bowls in one go.
I patted my round belly and left the first-floor living room for the second floor.
There were kitchens and dining rooms on both floors.
Aunt Lin lived in the first-floor maid’s room and usually didn’t disturb me.
Before returning to my bedroom, I left the lights on in the second-floor living room—total darkness makes me feel unsafe, so I just leave the lights on all day and night.
At night, I read for a while before going to bed.
The next day, at noon, Shangguan Xiyue arrived right on time.
I wasn’t good at doing my hair, so I just tied it up in a simple bun. I wore a light blue, waist-length ruqun with a pure white embroidered vintage blouse underneath. The ruqun had long, fitted sleeves—no wide ancient-style cuffs, but improved airplane sleeves.
The blouse was made of 100% soft, close-fitting cotton, and the ruqun itself was top-quality silkworm silk, hand-sewn. It looked thin but wasn’t see-through, with a fairy-like aura.
The two-layered skirt swayed as I moved, the delicate floral pattern making me look like a fairy descending to earth—every movement was captivating.
I adjusted my hair. Though the bun looked simple, there were details to watch for—I failed many times before finally getting it right with practice.
Shangguan Xiyue stared at the pale pink ribbon at the back of my head and sincerely praised, “It really suits your age—youthful and radiant.”
I instinctively touched my belly. Luckily, today’s dress was loose enough that only a slight bump showed from the outside—just looked like I’d eaten too much, no one would guess my real condition.
“What youth—don’t tease me.”
Still, I enjoyed her praise. Holding the corners of my skirt, I twirled in front of her, the outer skirt spinning to reveal the white inner layer. “Kitty, do I look good?”
“Beautiful—like a fairy.”
I pouted. “Su Liumeng had this custom-made for me. I wanted to wear it for her, but summer was so hot, and this has more than one layer—I didn’t want to get roasted, so I put it aside.”
Shaking off my annoyance, I smiled. “It’s fine, I ordered a new one. I’ll wear it for Su Liumeng when she’s back.”
“Mainly, if I don’t wear this one now, it’ll be out of season.” I stared at my dress and muttered unhappily.
I hate wasting things.
Shangguan Xiyue personally drove me.
She listened to my scattered chatter in the back seat—every few words always revolved around one person.
My expression was hard to describe. I looked at Shangguan Xiyue, as if to say: Kitty, I’m so awesome, how come I didn’t know? How did the student council become her one-woman show—she can just hang the Vice President badge on me whenever she wants.
There were already many student council members waiting at the dormitory building, the dorm manager auntie holding a long string of keys.
The grand lineup stunned many junior girls just back from the cafeteria.
This wasn’t just a random spot check—it was the real deal. No one could escape.
Two student council officers stood at the exit like fierce guardians, blocking anyone from sneaking banned appliances back into their dorms.
After the dorm manager knocked, a room on the first floor was opened. Shangguan Xiyue, expressionless, held up her badge and said officially, “Dorm inspection.”
Only she and I went in first; the others waited outside. The intimidating lineup had already scared the senior into a corner—she’d never seen the Chairman lead a dorm inspection in four years at school.
She trembled in the corner. “I—what are you inspecting?”
“Banned appliances. Please cooperate.” Shangguan Xiyue waved, and two female officers came in, opened the cabinets without a word, and pulled out an enormous hair dryer. In another cabinet, they even found a mini mahjong table.
Four girls in the dorm, each with their own tricks—I even saw a hotpot divided pot, an induction cooker, and a small rice cooker. I took a step toward the corner and caught sight of a bag of rice being guarded by the senior.
Even though Su Liumeng had left, her presence lingered everywhere. Shangguan Xiyue listened to my mutterings, the corners of her mouth lifting in a gentle smile.
She could already see how deeply Si Xinyan loved.
Those who love deeply are the easiest to be hurt.
Shangguan Xiyue suddenly gave a cold laugh—if Su Liumeng ever broke Xin Xin’s heart, she’d give her a piece of her mind, even if it meant going up against a stone with an egg.
Because, even years later, she could never forget—
The look of longing on the girl’s face whenever she mentioned that person.
Shangguan Xiyue’s car stopped outside another dorm.
She explained to me that this was the Foreign Languages College dorm area, with far more girls than boys.
She put a work badge around my neck.
I snuck a peek—my eyes nearly popped out. What? Student Council Vice President???
It even had my name, Si Yixin, on it.
How did I become Vice President?
My expression was hard to describe. I looked at Shangguan Xiyue again, as if to say: Kitty, I’m so awesome, how come I didn’t know? How did the student council become her one-woman show—she can just hang the Vice President badge on me whenever she wants.
There were already many student council members waiting at the dormitory building, the dorm manager auntie holding a long string of keys.
The grand lineup stunned many junior girls just back from the cafeteria.
This wasn’t just a random spot check—it was the real deal. No one could escape.
Two student council officers stood at the exit like fierce guardians, blocking anyone from sneaking banned appliances back into their dorms.
After the dorm manager knocked, a room on the first floor was opened. Shangguan Xiyue, expressionless, held up her badge and said officially, “Dorm inspection.”
Only she and I went in first; the others waited outside. The intimidating lineup had already scared the senior into a corner—she’d never seen the Chairman lead a dorm inspection in four years at school.
She trembled in the corner. “I—what are you inspecting?”
“Banned appliances. Please cooperate.” Shangguan Xiyue waved, and two female officers came in, opened the cabinets without a word, and pulled out an enormous hair dryer. In another cabinet, they even found a mini mahjong table.
Four girls in the dorm, each with their own tricks—I even saw a hotpot divided pot, an induction cooker, and a small rice cooker. I took a step toward the corner and caught sight of a bag of rice being guarded by the senior, its seal already opened.
“……”
What on earth? I was completely dumbfounded.
Are they running a restaurant in this dorm? They even have northeast rice.
The senior smiled sweetly and winked at me, as if hoping to get by with cuteness and protect her last dignity—this bag of rice.
Anyway, if the hair dryer gets confiscated, this bag of rice must not be taken out as a banned item for public shaming.
I pretended not to see the rice bag, when I suddenly heard Shangguan Xiyue say, “Dormitory 101, record the banned appliances and the students’ names.”
She looked at the senior. “You’re a fourth-year now, do I need to remind you? The dorm wiring is fragile. If there’s a fire, who’ll take responsibility?”
The senior put her palms together and bowed repeatedly. “Chairman, it’s my fault. I sincerely repent—please don’t report me or give me a public warning.”
Shangguan Xiyue’s face remained stern.
But seeing her friend’s little tricks, she let a subtle smile slip. “Don’t worry, you won’t be the only one caught today. There’ll be too many for a public notice.”
“Let’s go, next dorm.”
At Dormitory 102, the dorm manager knocked repeatedly.
There was no response, so she took out a key and opened the door.
There were people inside—a fourth-year senior on the balcony, her back to us, tossing something out the window.
Shangguan Xiyue barked, “Stop! What did you throw?”
“Is it a banned appliance?”
“I didn’t throw anything.” The senior spread her hands innocently, her tone shameless. “Even if you’re the student council Chairman, you can’t accuse me without proof, right? And… even if I did throw something, where’s the evidence? You can’t just say it and expect me to confess. Besides, even if someone saw me, as long as there’s no evidence, what can you do?”
She sat elegantly in her chair, crossing her long legs, and said arrogantly, “No one else is here—go ahead and check yourselves.”
A few minutes later.
An officer whispered to Shangguan Xiyue, “The other three all had banned appliances. Only she didn’t.”
Shangguan Xiyue glanced at her, her eyes darkening. “Hope you always follow the rules.”
“Let’s go.”
The group left in a mighty procession.
Shangguan Xiyue whispered in my ear, “A lot of fourth-years are like this—old hands who know every trick. No one can do anything about them, unless you catch them red-handed.”
I clicked my tongue—so this is what university is like.
It’s not just first-year newbies—there are old hands who know every rule, who’ve been here for years. Most of the rules are just to scare freshmen; the school rarely really punishes anyone. Even punishments vary in seriousness and whether they go on your record.
During the inspection, I heard all kinds of juicy gossip and was completely absorbed. Suddenly, a voice sounded in my mind, catching me off guard—then came a surge of joy.
“Mommy.”
“Zhizhi has already said two things to you.”
“Mommy hasn’t listened to Zhizhi at all. Did Zhizhi do something to make Mommy angry?”
Xi Zhiruo’s voice was trembling, as if she’d suffered some great grievance.
Hearing the voice in my mind, my legs went weak—I almost tripped on flat ground.
I wiped away cold sweat that wasn’t even there.
Wait.
Why does this little girl’s tone and way of speaking sound so familiar?