The Most Random System

Yet those lightly trembling long lashes, like startled butterfly wings, revealed her tumultuous inner emotions.

Involuntarily biting her lower lip, her slender fingers unconsciously twisted the door handle, her fingertips slightly whitening.

At this moment, the young girl wished she could hide away, but the slight upward curl of her lips honestly hinted at the tinge of sweet panic in her heart.

Song Xin, sitting in the driver’s seat, took in the sight of the young man and woman completely.

Her gaze lingered over Lin Li and her daughter one more time, finally turning into a barely audible, amused sigh.

"Oh, that’s nice."

Song Xin said nothing more, just reached out her hand, and with a soft click, unlocked all the doors of the car.

"Goodbye, Mom!"

Chen Yu Ying almost immediately pushed open the car door, darting out of the car like a nimble fish.

She stood outside the car door, head slightly lowered, pretending to adjust the hem of her clothes that didn’t actually need adjusting, just too timid to look at the person in the car.

Lin Li followed right after and got out of the car as well. He was quite calm, not particularly shy, but rather embarrassed to say such words. He then slightly bowed towards Song Xin inside the car window, politely saying goodbye: "Goodbye, Auntie."

Song Xin rolled down the driver’s side window, her arm resting leisurely on the window sill, looking leisurely at these two young people, the smile at her lips deepening a few more degrees: "Alright then, you two take care with the exam."

"Okay."

"Mm-mm."

"Then we’ll be going inside."

"Hurry on in, be careful on the way." Song Xin nodded with a smile, her voice gentle.

Chen Yu Ying gently tugged Lin Li’s sleeve, gesturing for him to hurry up.

Lin Li, then nodded again to Song Xin, and alongside Chen Yu Ying, walked towards the school gate.

The early spring sunlight glazed their figures with a light golden edge, the breeze tousling the girl’s tresses and the boy’s sleeves. The space between them, neither too far nor too close, maintained an intimate atmosphere unreachable by others.

Song Xin watched them until their figures disappeared into the crowd at the school entrance, only then slowly withdrawing her gaze.

It’s wonderful, really, her husband, Zhongping is just overly worried...

Wait a minute.

Where there’s comparison, there’s hurt.

Song Xin furrowed her brow, took out her mobile phone.

...

Gym.

Ever since he was subtly looked down upon by his daughter about his figure, Chen Zhongping, who rekindled his fitness spirit, automatically picked up his phone after completing a set of exercises, checking for any messages or calls.

Unexpectedly, his wife had sent him a message.

"Song Xin: Buy a durian later."

"Chen Zhongping: You want to eat durian? Okay, I’ll go buy it later. Did you send Yingying to Pingjiang? Are you coming home for lunch?"

"Song Xin: It’s not for eating."

"Chen Zhongping: Giving it to someone?"

"Song Xin: No, it’s for you to kneel on the durian skin."

"Chen Zhongping: ?"

"Chen Zhongping: Really? Wife? What have I done to deserve kneeling on durian? I haven’t done anything wrong recently, right?"

"Chen Zhongping: Because I asked you to send Yingying? But over there, I didn’t intend to bother you. I wanted to send her myself! It’s unfair!!"

"Song Xin: Fine, I’ll give you a chance."

"Song Xin: Zhongping, how much do you like me?"

Sweat-drenched Chen Zhongping paused.

Been married for ages, why play this game? Then he grinned; so she wasn’t angry, but being coy with him here.

Xin Xin is still so adorable!

"Chen Zhongping: I like you very, very much!"

"Chen Zhongping: Especially, especially like you!!"

"Chen Zhongping: I like you so much I’d do anything for you!!!"

Little rascal, love trio, directly charmed, aren’t you?

"Song Xin: ..."

"Song Xin: Buy the durian with the hardest, thickest skin, thank you."

"Chen Zhongping: ???"

"Chen Zhongping: Why, my dear?!"

"Song Xin: Fine, seeing we’re married for nearly twenty years, one last chance."

"Chen Zhongping: You tell me!"

"Song Xin: Use a more impressionistic way to describe how much you like me."

"Chen Zhongping: Impressionistic?"

"Chen Zhongping: Huh?"

"Chen Zhongping: I like you so much I would lose consciousness?"

"Chen Zhongping: Does that work?"

"Song Xin: Yes."

"Chen Zhongping: Hehe~"

"Song Xin: By the way, when kneeling on the durian, no pants allowed."

"Chen Zhongping:?"