Chapter One Hundred and Two: Help Me Take a Photo with My Younger Sister

When Jiang Muting heard this, she was overjoyed. Instinctively, she reached for Wen Yichen’s hand and happily swung it twice, saying, “I knew you were the best.”

The instant her warm little hand closed around his, Wen Yichen’s body tensed. He had already felt a bit cold, but with Jiang Muting holding his hand, his whole body seemed to warm politely at once.

Seeing how happy she was made him happy too. He glanced at Jiang Muting, the corner of his mouth lifting before he quickly restrained the smile, composed his expression again, and looked elsewhere with studied nonchalance. Then he coughed once.

Only then did Jiang Muting realize her reaction had perhaps been a little too much. She stopped, awkwardly tugged at the corners of her mouth, and obediently let go.

“Brother, let me show you around the campus,” Gu Nianxi whispered into Gu Niancheng’s ear. Seeing that he did not answer, she lightly tugged at his sleeve, then looked up at him.

Only then did she notice that her brother’s attention was not on her at all. Gu Niancheng was staring straight ahead, his eyes deep. Following his gaze, Gu Nianxi discovered that he had been looking at Jiang Muting.

“Brother?” Gu Nianxi called out a little louder.

At her voice, Gu Niancheng’s attention was drawn back to her completely. He lowered his head and looked at her, a trace of confusion in his eyes.

“I’ll take you to walk around the school,” Gu Nianxi asked again.

“Okay.” After saying that, Gu Niancheng turned around, and before he did, he did not forget to glance once more at the girl beside the stall.

“Brother,” Gu Nianxi called softly. When Gu Niancheng turned back, she asked carefully, “Do you like Jiang Muting?”

The surroundings were somewhat noisy, and her voice was not loud, but the words landed in Gu Niancheng’s ears like a missed beat. “Nonsense. Don’t talk rubbish.”

Customers came and went at the stall. No one knew how long had passed before Wen Yichen noticed a familiar figure walking slowly toward them.

The nearer that person came, the more Wen Yichen’s heart trembled. By the time the figure was only a few meters away, his already poor expression had worsened.

The one approaching was Wen Yixin.

Wen Yichen knew his brother’s temperament all too well. The moment he saw Wen Yixin, he instinctively turned his face away and leaned back slightly, as if that would make him invisible.

Wen Yichen had barely turned his head before Wen Yixin really failed to notice him. Spotting Jiang Muting instead, Wen Yixin walked up quickly and called, “Little Muting.”

At that call, Wen Yichen’s heart gave a jolt. Little Muting indeed. When he was not around, the tone became so intimate.

“What are you doing here?” Wen Yixin’s voice reached Wen Yichen again.

Wen Yichen stood there with deliberate composure, yet his ears seemed ready to lean toward them. More than once, he also shot glances in Wen Yixin’s direction.

“I’m helping the others manage our class stall.”

“Impressive,” Wen Yixin said, with a note of surprise and praise. Then he raised a hand and affectionately stroked Jiang Muting’s hair.

“Cough.” Wen Yichen coughed on purpose, as if to stop him.

“...”

Hearing the cough, Wen Yixin instinctively looked up and swept his gaze around. Confused, he thought that sound had sounded like Wen Yichen’s, but after looking everywhere, he still could not find him.

After thinking it over for a moment, he gave up on the idea and turned his attention back to Jiang Muting. The girl in front of him was truly adorable, fair and delicate, and very easy to blush. If his younger brother had not claimed her first since childhood, he might well have made a move himself.

“Good luck,” Wen Yixin said as he raised his hand, ready to pinch her cheek.

A crisp slap suddenly reached Jiang Muting’s ears, making her whole body jolt.

Before Wen Yixin could touch Jiang Muting’s face, pain shot through the back of his hand, and he reflexively withdrew it. Being struck for no reason was unpleasant enough; when he followed the direction of the blow and saw the person standing there in women’s clothes with a displeased look on his face, the anger in his heart strangely vanished. In its place came surprise, and beneath that, a little schadenfreude.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, who’s this?” Wen Yixin’s gaze fell entirely on Wen Yichen. It was the first time he had seen his younger brother in women’s clothes, and he had not expected it to look so strangely alluring. That world-weary face matched the current appearance with uncanny harmony, and there was even a hint of languidness in those clear eyes. If his younger brother had been a girl, he would surely have been a rare and exquisite beauty.

Wen Yichen glanced at Wen Yixin but said nothing.

The next second, Wen Yixin pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Muting. “Here, take a picture of me and my little sister.”

Little sister.

Wen Yichen’s mouth twitched. Just as he was about to refuse, Wen Yixin had already moved to stand beside him.

“Wen Yichen, smile a little,” Jiang Muting said, looking at the face in the phone screen that was as expressionless as a statue. She really could not bring herself to keep taking the picture.

Even after that, Wen Yichen gave no response.

A moment later, a large hand sneakily settled at his waist, and a gentle force drew him in. Then Wen Yixin’s voice, lowered to a murmur, brushed his ear. “Smile. Otherwise, if this photo gets shown on the day of your wedding to Jiang Muting, it’ll be so ugly.”

Wen Yichen clearly wanted to retort, but the instant Wen Yixin finished saying “your wedding to Jiang Muting,” every word that had reached his throat was swallowed back down hard.

Thinking of a wedding, Wen Yichen could not help letting out a secret little smile.

But very quickly, he took the smile back, adjusted his expression, and said, “If it’s my wedding to Jiang Muting, why would I put up a photo of you and me?”

“Then I’ll take one of the two of you instead.”

“No.”

“Really no?” Wen Yixin asked softly, lifting the end of the last word slightly, as if missing this photo would mean never being able to take one again.

Wen Yichen hesitated for a long moment, then said quietly, “Yes.”