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Chapter 885: When feelings first blossom at age 646_2

Chapter 885: When feelings first blossom at age 646_2

Indeed.

No one in the entire house would come to disturb the lady’s sweet dreams.

He Junru pushed the door open and walked out.

The curtains in the room were tightly closed, and the room was dimly lit. Yi Hui lay on the soft, large bed with her eyes closed, her hair scattered, not noticing that someone had entered the room, sleeping sweetly.

He Junru walked to the window.

"Swish."

The curtains were drawn.

The bright sunshine suddenly poured in with no obstruction, and Yi Hui’s eyelashes fluttered under the stimulation of the light until she finally opened her eyes.

"Mummy, what are you doing..."

She instinctively thought it was her mother. In the entire house, only the Fourth Mistress would dare to do such a thing. A dark figure stood by the window and a sleepy Yi Hui raised her hand to cover her eyes, and it wasn’t until her eyes gradually adjusted to the brightness that she could clearly see who was standing by the window.

"Sister?"

She looked surprised.

"No wonder your skin is so good."

He Junru laughed.

Yi Hui sat up, even the most beautiful woman’s just-woken face was not very appealing. Yi Hui combed through her messy hair and asked in confusion, "Sister, why did you come so early?"

"Early? You should see what time it is now. In a little while, it will be time for lunch."

"Is it that late?"

He Junru shook her head, "Go wash first."

"You sit for a while then."

Yi Hui threw back the covers, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom. She didn’t keep He Junru waiting long, returning in just about seven or eight minutes.

Her hair was simply hooped up, her face bare, still wearing a flesh-colored silk nightgown.

"Sister, did you want to see me for something?"

She sat down by the bed.

"When did you come back last night?"

Yi Hui found this question a bit strange. "Around eight or nine, why?"

"What did you do last night?"

He Junru continued to ask.

Yi Hui looked puzzled. "Doesn’t sister know? I went to see Jiang Chen."

"And then?"

He Junru’s expression was inscrutable. "What did you two do afterward?"

Yi Hui’s lips moved, but ultimately she said nothing.

He Junru answered her own question. "Did you go to the beach?"

Yi Hui’s gaze flickered, seemingly puzzled how the other knew, then she hummed an affirmation.

"He celebrated my birthday at the beach."

"A beach birthday?"

He Junru chuckled, "Quite romantic, huh?"

"Romantic? That cake was only the size of a palm, and it was even expired!"

"..."

He Junru looked at her. "What’s important is the thought, you were happy, too, weren’t you?"

"Where did you see me being happy?"

"I didn’t see it, but someone else did."

He Junru spoke unhurriedly, "While you were playing at romance, didn’t you notice whether there was anyone else around?"

Yi Hui frowned slightly, sensing something.

"Do you really like Jiang Chen?"

Even if she was slow to catch on, by this time she should have realized. Now fully awake from her just-roused state, Yi Hui tentatively asked, "Sister, did you hear something?"

"Not hear."

He Junru looked at her unblemished face even without makeup. "I saw it with my own eyes."

Yi Hui was taken aback.

"You’re indeed at the age to be in love, but some things should still be initiated by the man, don’t you think?"

What do I think?

Yi Hui looked hesitant. Having reached this point in the conversation, she roughly understood that the other party probably knew everything about what had happened last night.

"...Did Jiang Chen tell you?"

That guy, his mouth shouldn’t be that loose, should it?

"Why would you think he told me? Do you think he would talk to me about such things?"

Yi Hui also felt it was unlikely. "Then, sister, who told you?"

"I never care about what others say. I only believe what I see."

He Junru was no longer beating around the bush. "At that time near you two, there was a reporter. Didn’t you see? If it hadn’t been blocked by the newspaper, the whole of Haojiang would probably be congratulating you now."

A reporter?

At that time, she wasn’t paying attention to such things.

"What did the reporter take pictures of?"

"What do you think?"

He Junru spoke calmly. "The photos were first sent to Auntie’s hands, and Auntie probably wasn’t too happy, so she sent me to talk to you."

Yi Hui was silent.

Looking at her sister who had always been clear-minded and indifferent from a young age, He Junru sighed. "To be honest, Yi Hui, I also didn’t expect that—you guys haven’t known each other for even a month, right?"

A month could be considered subtle.

Actually, speaking,

the two knew each other for barely twenty days.

He Yihui still remained silent.

"What’s wrong?"

He Junru raised her eyebrows, "This isn’t like you. Can’t you admit to what you’ve done?"

"I just don’t know what to say."

He Yihui finally spoke up.

He Junru did not accuse nor advise from the standpoint of family matters but spoke with the softness typical between sisters, "Then tell me, what are you feeling right now?"

"I’m not thinking about anything."

It wasn’t an evasion or a deflection, He Yihui continued, "At that time, I wasn’t thinking about anything."

Not thinking about anything.

So one could say, it was an impulse of the heart?

An instinctual action not influenced by any external factors?

"Have you ever felt this impulse towards other men?"

Impulse.

That summarization by He Junru was quite succinct.

After a moment of silence, He Yihui shook her head and said softly, "Sister, you know I’ve never been in love, I don’t even know how to love."

It might sound unbelievable, but it was indeed the fact.

This daughter of a wealthy casino magnate had never experienced a romance of her own.

It does sound a bit sad.

"Although I haven’t spent much time with him, I feel that he is really different from other men," He Junru nodded.

Different.

That was already considered a commendable trait.

At least it left a unique impression.

Especially in the arena of romance.

Her sister, who never lacked excellent suitors, probably suffered from aesthetic fatigue long ago.

So to attract her, one would need to find a unique approach or, in other words, avoid clichés.

"Does he like you?"

He Junru asked again.

He Yihui paused, then shook her head.

"He doesn’t like you?"

He Junru’s voice carried a hint of surprise.

"Mm. If he liked me, I wouldn’t like him."

He Junru chuckled.

The statement was crude, but the reasoning wasn’t.

Take Guo Anle for example.

If that man acted like young master Guo, this sister likely wouldn’t have any feelings toward him.

"Sister, I don’t think I exactly like him, it’s just that being with him feels comfortable, very relaxing..."

"Even when he was asking you to pay a debt?"

He Junru interjected with a half-smile.

He Yihui paused, then laughed, "That’s why I say, I’ve never met anyone like him before. I find it interesting being with him."

Interesting.

He Yihui ultimately chose this word to describe her feelings.

Today’s social norms are rather progressive, far from the strict morality of feudal times; kissing someone wasn’t a matter earth-shattering.

At that moment, I felt like kissing, so I just did.

"Is it because you’ve just met, that you find it interesting? If time passes, will you still find it interesting?"

He Junru seemed to be asking as well as reminding.

Initial delights are easy, but enduring fondness is hard.

"Who can know the future? People can only feel what they feel in the moment."

He Yihui’s response was much in line with her character and her life philosophy so far.

"Alright."

He Junru smiled, "Hurry and get ready, let’s go have dinner. I’ll go ahead."

He Yihui was caught off guard.

Just leaving like that?

"Sister, aren’t you eating before you go?"

"No."

It seemed He Junru had simply come for a chat and was truly walking away.

"Sister, what will you tell Aunt when you get back?"

He Yihui couldn’t help but ask.

He Junru paused slightly.

"Do you want me to advise you to draw clear boundaries with Jiang Chen, or support you? Your life is your own, to be experienced by yourself."

"I’m leaving."

He Junru walked out of the room, disappearing from He Yihui’s sight.