My Online Girlfriend Has a Twin Sister

After the compliment, Pei Youwen got a little carried away. He pounded his chest a few times to show how tough he was.

But the moment his fist landed, he sucked in a sharp breath from the pain.

He’d forgotten his hand was swollen.

"Alright, let’s get ready and go grab a bite. We have serious business this afternoon."

Chen Yuan patted the driver in the front seat and told him to find any restaurant.

Today wasn’t just about teaching Qi Yingchen a lesson. After days of planning, Chen Yuan’s most important objective in Mingzhu City was his afternoon meeting with Jiang Ruxue.

He had pulled the right strings long ago to arrange this afternoon’s meeting.

Regardless of what the future held for him and the two sisters, Jiang Ruxue was a hurdle he had to overcome. Marriage wasn’t child’s play like dating; sooner or later, he would have to meet her family.

On the surface, Chen Yuan seemed unbothered, but in reality, he had been anxious about this for days.

He’d already pictured the scene.

’What would happen if he frankly told the sisters’ mother about his intentions? How would she react?’

’Maybe she’d curse him out and tell him to stop daydreaming.’

’Maybe she’d just tell him to get lost.’

’Or maybe she’d just scoff and mock him for being too young, for saying things that were completely absurd.’

Chen Yuan knew perfectly well that from a mother’s perspective, the idea of marrying both her daughters to the same man was truly outrageous.

But wishful thinking aside, he had made a promise, and he was determined to settle the matter of his marriage to Jiang Yao.

DRING-RING-RING-RING—

Suddenly, his phone rang in his pocket. Chen Yuan pulled it out and saw it was a call from Jiang Yao.

He quickly composed himself, pulling himself out of his wandering thoughts.

...

"Why did you change clothes? Have you reached Linzhou?"

The video call connected, revealing the pure white scene of a hospital room. Lying in bed in a hospital gown, Jiang Yao asked the question.

"I... I just got here," Chen Yuan replied after half a second’s hesitation, lying. "My clothes got dirty, so I changed."

"Dirty?" Jiang Yao blinked, her face full of doubt.

"I spilled coffee all over myself. I had no choice but to change."

"Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you lied about going to Linzhou just to go sleep with some other girl. You even changed your clothes. That ’spilled coffee’ story has zero credibility," Jiang Yao huffed. "’Fess up."

"What are you talking about..." Chen Yuan’s cheeks flushed slightly. He shifted the phone’s camera to show Pei’s arm next to him. "There’s someone else in the car."

"Oh, sorry," she said, a little embarrassed, and changed the subject. "I’m calling because my sister asked me to get the bank manager’s number from you. Can you send it to her? There’s some handover paperwork to be done."

"Got it. I’ll send it to her right away."

"Okay, I’ll let you get back to it. I’m hanging up now," Jiang Yao said sweetly.

"Wait. Does your... does the incision from the surgery still hurt?"

"Duh, of course it hurts! I went to the bathroom this morning, and it hurt so much getting back into bed that I cried," Jiang Yao whined, feeling utterly wronged. "I don’t even want to think about the next few days."

"Just hang in there for a bit. The doctor said you’ll recover quickly..." Chen Yuan thought for a moment. "If the wound hurts, distracting yourself should help. I’ll get you a game console and a screen when I get back, so you don’t get bored and keep focusing on the pain."

"For real? You’re the best, young master~ Hehe."

"Okay, that’s all for now. I’m hanging up."

To be honest, Chen Yuan wasn’t used to public displays of affection in front of his subordinates. During the call, he could feel Pei’s eyes on him.

So he hung up in a hurry.

"The chairman is spoiling her so much and you’re not even married yet. Nice. A true family man," Pei Youwen teased from the side.

"It’s nothing. She’s injured, so she needs a bit more care than usual."

He waved his hand, forcing a calm expression.

But before he could even finish speaking or put his phone down, another call came in.

Chen Yuan thought it was Jiang Yao calling back, having forgotten to mention something from Ningning. He lifted his phone to look.

The caller ID read in bold letters: My Dear Mother.

Chen Yuan stared at the incoming call screen for a long time, hesitating to answer. His expression was exceptionally grave, as if he were mentally preparing for battle.

"Why aren’t you answering?" Pei Youwen glanced at him. "Never mind. Pull over. I’m going to get out and have a smoke."

A top-notch assistant indeed, always quick to take a hint.

He took the driver with him to find a shady spot by the road to smoke.

In his entire life, Chen Yuan had never been afraid of anyone, except for Liu He. He dreaded her down to his very bones. Now that he was older, the fear wasn’t as intense as it was in his childhood, but the conditioned reflex was still there.

Even now, the memory of being slapped by Liu He for making a mistake as a child could make him tremble.

’Chen Yuan didn’t even have to guess why his mom was calling...’

He waited until the call was about to disconnect before finally pressing the answer button.

"Hello, Mom..." Chen Yuan’s voice was soft, a complete contrast to the person he had been at Secretary Lin’s residence just a moment ago.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Liu He’s accusatory tone was so sharp it practically conjured her image right in front of his face.

Hearing her voice, Chen Yuan could almost see his mom’s scowling face, her eyebrows knitted in fury.

He swallowed hard.

"What’s wrong? I’m busy with work, Mom—"

"Answer my question. Tell me, Chen Yuan, what is the meaning of this? You’re getting more and more outrageous. You’ve even learned to act first and report later? Have you forgotten you even have a mother?"

"Of course not. Mom, don’t say things like that."

"Don’t call me ’Mom.’ I don’t have a son like you."

Hearing her furious tone, Chen Yuan’s scalp began to tingle. He was lucky this was over the phone. If they were face-to-face, he couldn’t imagine how immense the pressure would be.