Four Split Personalities

After all, if it was a normal child with a matching mental and physical age, how could he become such good friends with Motan?

The guy got depressed after being brought back home and discovering he was the rich second generation, which goes to show that the little Yi Dong from back then really wasn’t quite normal. He became a rich second generation and still managed to get depressed.

This simpleton, who always thought his family were big baddies, had always kept a distance from his parents, even running away from home several times. In the end, it was only after Motan’s overt and covert guidance that he gradually let go of his grudge and reconciled with Yi Nan and "Gu Yan Yue," even overspending his allowance for the next month to call Motan, signifying that even after becoming a rich second generation, he would never forget his good brother.

Then...

Motan saved that money, and it still lies in that account to this day. The person in question has said he’s more than happy to save it for his good friend, planning to give it to him when Yi Dong gets married.

This joke has been played by Motan for over a decade, and every time he brings it up, he sounds just like a doting father...

By the way, that sum was exactly a hundred and twenty-six dollars and eighty cents, because Yi Dong’s grandfather always insisted on the feudal thought of "raising boys frugally and girls lavishly." It wasn’t until several years later, under someone’s suggestion and with the threat of cross-dressing, that he let it go.

In summary, due to various reasons, especially since Motan helped Yi Dong resolve his estrangement with his family, he’s always had a good relationship with the Yi Family. He’s often invited over for meals and chats during the holidays.

And this ’Le Le sister next to the big warm pot’ was someone Motan met during his fourth grade in primary school when he went to Yi Dong’s house for New Year’s Eve dinner...

He had a vivid memory of this event for two reasons. On one hand, the girl was really quite ugly as a child, and on the other hand, she was always shivering and clutching a big thermos.

According to Yi Dong’s parents, this ’Le Le’ was "Gu Yan Yue’s" younger brother’s daughter, a few years older than both Motan and Yi Dong, and lived abroad most of the time. She came to visit for the Spring Festival that year. The reason for clutching a big thermos was said to be because the child had a weak constitution and was very susceptible to the cold, so they gave her a hot water bottle to hold.

Although his memory was somewhat hazy, Motan vaguely remembered being scalded by that water bottle by accident at the time, blistering two fingers. Despite Gu Yan Yue immediately treating the burns with an ancestral ointment and explaining it away as ’Tan Jiang’s skin is just too tender,’ Motan always doubted the water bottle Le Le sister held, wearing a little cape, was merely ’warm.’

Of course, it had been a long time since then, and Le Le sister only stayed at the Yi’s house for half a month. The time they spent playing together didn’t even add up to a week, and she never gave her full name, so Motan never linked that player nicknamed ’Yin and Yang Master Gu XiaoLe’ with the Le Le sister from his childhood.

"Le... Le Le sister..."

Coming back to his senses, Motan looked at her in shock, and blurted out without thinking, "It’s true what they say, women do change a lot as they grow up..."

As mentioned before, that little girl was truly exceedingly ugly, very unappealing, all wrinkled and crumpled. In stark contrast stood the tall, delicate-faced, pure and cute beauty before Motan now, practically from a different dimension. Now successfully recalling that Le Le sister of the past, current Motan was quite unable to remain composed.

"Hehe, that’s how all the girls in our family are~"

Gu XiaoLe wasn’t angry but instead proudly puffed out her significant armor in the front, smilingly said, "Gu Yan Yue used to be ugly too when she was younger, uglier than me, and now isn’t she stunningly beautiful? My uncle once said she looked like a monkey when he saw her photos, and yet on their school trip, didn’t he latch onto her right away? Hmm, that just shows you men, you’re all pigs’ trotters."

The corners of Motan’s mouth twitched as he forced a laugh, "Le Le sister, no one’s used the ’pig’s trotters’ jab for twenty years."

"Whatever, only idiots care about the details."

Gu XiaoLe waved her hand dismissively, then suddenly flashed a charming smile, "But, Hei Fan~ Big~ Guy~, what do you think of Xiao Le now? Am I not qualified enough to be a bride yet? Let me tell you, I even toned down my looks in the game. How about it, how about it?"

"A bride?"

Motan paused for a moment, then his face filled with alarm, "Don’t get married so quickly!"

Gu XiaoLe blinked rapidly, "Why not?"

"I... I... Hey! The Shield Warrior on the front line needs to retreat immediately. Just because the enemy’s momentum has slowed doesn’t mean it’s over. They’ll hit hard again once they’ve regrouped, so let’s not waste our strength unnecessarily!"

Motan hesitated for a while, occasionally looking back at the battlefield to give some brief commands, then faced her again with a look of concern, continuing, "I... I’m a bit strapped for cash lately, so if you were to hold the event here, I probably couldn’t contribute much to the gift money right away."

That was indeed the truth, at least under the current condition that he hadn’t considered raising funds through illegal means.

"うるさい!ばか!"

Guxiaole glared at Motan and then lightly coughed twice, bowing slightly, "Well, in any case, I really appreciate you taking care of my good-for-nothing cousin all these years. Please continue to look after him, Tan Jiang."

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Motan scratched his head, "Ahaha, actually, I’ve tricked him quite a few times over the years..."

Guxiaole bowed again, smiling, "Then please keep it up. A child not taught by their parents is a child not properly brought up."

"Le Le sister, stop teasing me."

Motan shrugged with a bitter smile, "I know your Chinese is no worse than mine..."

Guxiaole pursed her lips and lifted her chin with a hum, "Alright then, when do you plan on marrying me?"

"@#￥%&*#@￥?!"

Motan was dumbfounded on the spot; he instinctively took a half step back, "What?!".

Hands on her hips, Guxiaole earnestly repeated, "When do you plan on marrying me?"

Motan panicked, "Why on earth should I marry you?!"

Guxiaole looked as if it were only natural, "You said it yourself, I’ve remembered it to this very day!"

Looking nervously back towards the base, Motan gestured for her to keep her voice down, paying attention to the battlefield while nervously whispering in a slightly out-of-tune voice, "Sister, you can mess around with food but not with words. When did I ever say I’d marry you!"

Guxiaole shook her head, "You did say it, and you were very serious at the time."

Motan was terrified, "I definitely did not!"

Guxiaole looked as if she were about to cry, whispering, "The third day of the new year, you, I, and Yi Dong were chatting on the second floor of my aunt’s house. At that time, Yi Dong, that little bastard, mocked me for being ugly, said that no one would want me when I grew up. I was not good at speaking back then, I could understand Chinese but couldn’t speak well, I was so upset I was about to cry, then you..."

Motan’s expression immediately stiffened.

"Then you said, no problem, someone would definitely want Le Le sister in the future. Then Yi Dong insisted no one would want me, and then you said if no one wanted me, you would! In the end, Yi Dong called you an idiot."

Guxiaole looked pitifully at Motan, with a face that was begging for sympathy, "Did you really forget?"

Motan had already remembered by now, but he must have just been acting under his ’Orderly Kindhearted’ personality, trying to protect Le Le sister’s self-esteem. Such words couldn’t possibly be taken seriously!

[But... from a certain point of view, this might actually count as a promise. No, that’s not right! She’s turned out quite pretty now, how could possibly no one want her!]

Motan looked at Guxiaole with extreme conflict, and after struggling for quite some time, he managed to squeeze out, "Did you take it seriously?"

"Nope."

The latter shrugged nonchalantly and shook her head, "I wouldn’t fancy guys from three dimensions like you. Come, take a look at my husband, number nineteen—Tai Shang."

With those words, the girl snapped her fingers with a ’pop’...

Accompanied by a twist in the air, a young man with ice-blue hair and wearing a wide black robe appeared before Motan, giving a slight bow.

"I’ve long since realized that these husbands are my true fate."

Guxiaole pinched the cheek of her shikigami, her smile sly and crafty, "That opposite you, that’s called bad karma."

Chapter 445: The End