Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady
Chapter 124 - 91. Chinese Valentine’s Day seems like a sad festival no matter how you think about it_2

Chapter 124: 91. Chinese Valentine’s Day seems like a sad festival no matter how you think about it_2

"Long time no see, Miss Shizuru," he whispered in greeting.

Miss Shizuru didn’t move, as if she hadn’t heard.

So Dubian Che had no choice but to focus his gaze outside the window, idly admiring the street scenes along the way.

Halfway through, he saw people racing go-karts on the street, adorned with balloons, and Dubian Che instinctively leaned closer to the window to look out.

"What are you looking at?" Jiutiao Meijie squinted slightly.

"Go-karts." Only when the go-kart convoy had gradually disappeared did Dubian Che sit back upright.

By then, Jiutiao Meijie’s expression across from him had turned terrifying, virtually carnivorous.

"You, what’s wrong?" Dubian Che got startled, instinctively thinking her next sentence might again be to have Shizuru throw him out of the car.

"How dare you! I’m right in front of you, and you still dare to look at other things."

"It’s go-karts! The drivers are all men in their thirties, is that not allowed?"

"Not allowed."

"This... isn’t that a bit too much?"

"It seems you haven’t remembered the ninety-nine rules I told you, when I’m here, you’re only allowed to look at me, understand?"

"I understand," Dubian Che pretended to be very troubled, "Meijie, you may not know, but sixteen-year-old boys are very impulsive; you are so charming, I’m afraid I can’t control myself and might do something excessive."

"Something excessive?" Jiutiao Meijie slipped off her shoe, placed it on Dubian Che’s stomach, and slowly slid it down, "Like this?"

Seeing her brimming smile, Dubian Che almost cried out.

Who knows if she would suddenly stomp down.

Dubian Che’s expression, even through the stockings, conveyed a hard sensation, deepening Jiutiao Meijie’s smile.

"Don’t do this," Dubian Che grabbed her ankle, stopping her from moving.

With a body strengthened by exercise, he really couldn’t resist the temptation, especially at an age when his mind was full of thoughts about women.

"Let go," Jiutiao Meijie commanded.

Dubian Che was utterly speechless, so he awkwardly looked towards Shizuru, hoping Jiutiao Meijie would give up.

"Feeling shy?" Jiutiao Meijie chuckled lightly, showing no intention of letting him go, "Shizuru."

"Yes." Upon receiving the command, Shizuru immediately turned her back, standing like a wall.

"Hmm?" Jiutiao Meijie slightly raised her chin, signaling Dubian Che to let go of her ankle.

...

The car arrived at Jiutiao’s mother’s mansion that was frighteningly spacious.

First, they went to bathe and change their clothes; this time, Dubian Che wasn’t taken to Jiutiao Meijie’s room but to a guest room.

Still kimono.

After changing, Dubian Che didn’t want to go to the reception hall. Facing a group of rich ladies the same age as his mother was not exactly pleasant work.

Unsure of other places he could visit, he simply slipped into Jiutiao Meijie’s room.

He had been taken advantage of in the car earlier, and it was now time for revenge.

Besides Shizuru at the door, there were six middle-aged women in kimono, lined up just like in a period drama.

Shizuru reached out to stop Dubian Che.

"The lady is bathing and changing, no one is allowed in."

"I’m not just anyone," saying so, Dubian Che stepped forward.

Immediately, Shizuru struck him with a rib-hitting blow carrying the wind.

"Miss Shizuru, you are no longer my match," Dubian Che easily subdued her left hand.

Shizuru then pulled out a handgun and aimed it at him.

"..."

Although it was somewhat unexpected, at such a close range, Dubian Che wasn’t afraid of the handgun at all.

Just as he was about to counterattack, a middle-aged woman in kimono who seemed to be the leader said, "Mr. Dubian, I’m very sorry, it’s not that we won’t let you in, but the lady doesn’t like others seeing her body."

"Not even me?"

The middle-aged woman didn’t respond.

"Alright. Look, Miss Shizuru, why didn’t you explain it like this earlier instead of resorting to violence?" Dubian Che complained as if she was the one in the wrong, releasing Shizuru’s hand and reluctantly stepping back.

"What’s all the noise outside?" Jiutiao Meijie’s voice, slightly angry, came from inside the room.

"Miss, Mr. Dubian is here."

A cold sneer came from inside, "Let him in."

The servants and Shizuru all froze, their movements and posture noticeably pausing.

Dubian Che, on the other hand, no longer wanted to go in. He had intended to surprise her, but now Jiutiao Meijie had certainly figured out how to deal with him.

Only a fool would go in.

"It’s okay, I’ll wait outside for you," Dubian Che called out.

"Get in here."

The servant pushed the door halfway open, leaving Dubian Che extremely awkward.

Barging in himself was different from being commanded by a woman; it was the difference between having dignity and having none!

But a real man can bend and stretch, who doesn’t suffer a little on the way to accomplishing great things?

Dubian Che took a step inside.

He could hear sounds from outside the door, indicating that Jiutiao Meijie had finished bathing and was currently dressing in front of a mirror the size of a door.

It wasn’t the bright, noble red that had dazzled Dubian Che last time. This time, it was a light purple kimono adorned with Jiutiao Vine and goldfish, evoking a sense of summer.

"What are you standing there for, come here."

Dubian Che walked over. She had already put on her undergarments; there was absolutely no advantage to be gained.

Jiutiao Meijie handed him a belt. "Tie this for me."

"How would I?!"

"Start learning now. After we are married, you’ll have to help me dress in all my clothes," Jiutiao Meijie declared matter-of-factly.

"You should at least wear your own clothes, right? Otherwise, why not let them come in and help you get dressed?"

Jiutiao Meijie stretched out her hand, signaling Dubian Che to give the belt back to her.

Dubian Che immediately placed the belt into her delicate hands.

"I’ll teach you how to tie it."

"Ah? No need, I don’t want to learn..."

Jiutiao Meijie wrapped the fragrant belt around Dubian Che’s... neck, once and twice...

"Wait! I just had a flash of ’Spirit Light’, I think I can do it!"

Jiutiao Meijie laughed with an ’I still can’t deal with you’ expression, let go of the belt, turned her back to Dubian Che, and spread her arms: "Come on."

"Which side goes out?"

"The patterned side."

"How long should it be on each side?"

"The left hand shorter, about touching the tatami."

"Oh, what’s next?"

"..."

After numerous attempts, Dubian Che was almost sweating before he managed to tie the belt in a not-too-ugly manner.

As for the butterfly knot on the back symbolizing an unmarried girl, he truly couldn’t manage it.

Jiutiao Meijie fixed the butterfly knot herself, sat in front of the vanity, and began fixing her hair in the small mirror.

Dubian Che watched her absentmindedly moving her head left and right, his attention gradually drawn to her exposed pale nape.

"What are you looking at?" Jiutiao Meijie asked, catching his reflection in the mirror.

"Learning how to tie hair."

Jiutiao Meijie scoffed.

Dubian Che’s energy was a good thing for her.

However, it also meant she had to keep a close eye on him to avoid the urge to kill him.

Dubian Che reflected deeply on himself, remembered history, and swore never to abandon his grudge!

Jiutiao Meijie finished her hairdo, then called out to the door: "Come in."

The maids outside moved with silent, graceful steps, beginning to tidy up the clothes Jiutiao Meijie had changed out of after her bath.

Jiutiao Meijie stood up, inspected herself in the mirror to confirm everything was in place, then walked towards the door.

"Hold on." Dubian Che picked up the comb from the vanity, combed his hair which had become disheveled from scuffling with Shizuru and from bending over and fussing with the belt.

Picking at his bangs, he asked the waiting Jiutiao Meijie, "Handsome?"

"Handsome, handsome." Jiutiao Meijie replied nonchalantly.

"Would your mother dislike this hairstyle?"

"Hmm?" Jiutiao Meijie narrowed her eyes, "So you like mature women like my mother?"

"Wait, you’re too weird. I care about her opinion because she’s your mother!"

"You don’t need to. However I like it, that’s how you should be, understand? Other women’s opinions don’t matter at all, including my mother and yours."

"...As you say, Meijie."

Jiutiao Meijie tousled Dubian Che’s hair, making it messy again. But because he was naturally handsome, it looked like a styled hairstyle.

"Miss, what should be done with the comb?" asked a maid in charge of the vanity.

Jiutiao Meijie glanced at the comb Dubian Che had used and said, "Leave it."

"Yes."

Dubian Che added, "Meijie, if you’re germophobic, just throw it away, don’t mind me."

"Are you suggesting I should sever my own legs and waist?" Jiutiao Meijie flashed a terrifying expression, "Are you wishing for death?"

"Not at all! Your thoughts are too strange!"

"You despise me? Shizuru, get him..."

"No... wait! I mean..."

Watching Dubian Che’s panicked appearance, Jiutiao Meijie displayed a scornful smile. "Let’s remember this for now, let’s go."

Dubian Che touched his sweat-free forehead.

’Why did I even think of coming to Jiutiao Meijie’s room? Is this the curse of even a wise man making a mistake?’