My Online Girlfriend Has a Twin Sister

"Just being together like this is enough to make me happy. I won’t ask for anything more. You have no idea how often I’ve imagined this moment... We don’t need to say much, or do much. Just being here, quietly."

What does it mean for two souls to truly connect?

It’s probably when two people can be together, and silence isn’t awkward. When you can say a thousand pointless things and not get annoyed. When, as partners, she understands every facet of your personality, and you understand hers.

This is one of the rarest joys in life.

If you can meet a girl like that, it’s definitely a blessing from a past life—if past lives are real.

In the living room.

Under the soft light, Jiang Ning looked at Chen Yuan’s sincere gaze with some surprise.

"When you’re with Yaoyao, you two are bickering so loudly all day it gives me a headache. I thought you liked that kind of relationship with her."

"How could that be? Your place in my heart is irreplaceable, you know."

"Liar. You only say that because Yaoyao isn’t here."

"Then you’re both irreplaceable," Chen Yuan said with a shrug and a smile.

"You can’t blame me for misunderstanding. Who knows what you meant by suddenly taking off your shirt," Jiang Ning said, rolling her eyes at him. "And you don’t need to say things like that again. You’re always trying to use your twisted logic to make me believe in that ’love theory’ of yours, but I won’t fall for it."

"You don’t believe me now," Chen Yuan said, his voice suddenly soft, "but you will in the future." ’I won’t give up. In fact, I’m not even in a hurry to make you believe me, because this is going to be a long, drawn-out battle. One day, Ningning, you’ll willingly marry me alongside Yaoyao, and it won’t be because I forced you.’

"You’re too confident. It’s impossible," Jiang Ning scoffed.

"If it’s impossible, it’s impossible. As long as you’re happy."

This was extremely rare.

Chen Yuan didn’t try to argue his case. Instead, he just dropped that casual remark, slapped his forehead as if remembering something, and turned to busy himself in the kitchen, recalling the pot he’d left on the stove.

This, in turn, surprised Jiang Ning.

In the past, Chen Yuan would have acted childishly, insisting she believe in things like "his abilities" or "how the future would be." Neither of them would have backed down so easily.

His behavior today, in contrast, gave Jiang Ning a sense of unease.

’Could it be that after his trip to Tokyo, Chen Yuan had a change of heart? Did he realize this whole thing was inappropriate after all?’

’No... then what was he trying to probe for just now?’

Jiang Ning mulled it over and over. After a moment, she bit her moist lip, her heart filled with a stubborn resolve.

No matter what Chen Yuan did, she would hold fast to her principles—a lifetime of love should be between two people. That was the only kind of love that was right and true.

Matters of principle would not change for anyone.

Even if she truly loved Chen Yuan and had long dreamed of marrying him.

As she was wrestling with her thoughts, a faint aroma wafted over from nearby. With each breath, she inhaled the light fragrance of chopped scallions.

Jiang Ning turned her head to see Chen Yuan walking over, shirtless and carrying two bowls of noodles.

"Hiss... So hot. The noodles are ready. Hurry and eat them while they’re hot, or they’ll get soggy and won’t taste good."

Chen Yuan picked up a teacup from the table, poured her a glass of warm water, and said softly, "I wasn’t here these past few days. It must have been hard on you. Consider this meal my way of making it up to you."

"Just one meal is letting you off too easy. Do you have any idea I was getting up at six and not coming home until ten? There was so much work I could never finish it all."

"I was wrong..." Chen Yuan said pitifully, tilting his head to lean on her shoulder. "This home can’t function without Ningning. You’re too important."

"Who said we share a home?"

Jiang Ning could feel Chen Yuan leaning on her shoulder, his cheek pressing against her so easily, like a delicate bird snuggling up to a person.

The feeling was so strange. It made Jiang Ning’s tense, stern expression soften, and the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but curve into a small smile.

"You’re so shameless. Get up," she said, nudging him with her shoulder.

"Alright, alright, My Lady Ningning. Please, enjoy your meal."

Chen Yuan’s care was meticulous. He even placed her chopsticks on her bowl for her.

It’s hard to stay mad at a smiling face.

Even though she was still resentful, after seeing how Chen Yuan acted tonight, most of her anger had dissipated. ’This issue has been at a stalemate for a long time anyway,’ she thought. ’There’s no resolving it anytime soon, so I might as well ignore it for now to keep it from ruining my mood.’

Picking up her chopsticks, Jiang Ning brushed the hair from her cheek, puffed her cheeks, and blew on the hot noodles. She hadn’t had much of an appetite, but the moment the soft, springy noodles in clear broth entered her mouth, the light, gentle flavor seemed to travel from her tongue straight to her soul, instantly washing away the heavy feeling from her earlier dinner.

Chen Yuan rarely showed off his cooking skills, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any. In this regard, he could be considered a true disciple of Liu He. He didn’t know many dishes, but every home-style meal he made was done properly. Even for dishes he wasn’t familiar with, he could master them quickly after just a few tries.

When it came to cooking, Chen Yuan considered himself quite gifted—at least, more so than in business.

Jiang Ning’s chopsticks moved more and more frequently. Within a few minutes, more than half of the noodles were gone. She then picked up her spoon and began sipping the broth in small mouthfuls.

Chen Yuan whispered from the side, "So? Not too bad, right?"

"It’s passable," Jiang Ning said, raising an eyebrow.

"If you want, I can cook for you more often in the future, so you don’t always have to be the one in the kitchen."

"We’ll see about the future," Jiang Ning said after a pause. Then she added suddenly, "How many more chances will we have to be like this?"