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Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Reality (Meeting)


Ye Nianchu pinched her mobile phone and leaned casually against the car door. The moonlight scattered, casting a gentle glow on her features.


She thought the substitute driver had arrived and slowly looked up, saying, “Address, Beiyuan.”


???


What’s happening?


Did the system glitch and pull me into the game early?


She had only had two glasses of red wine; she shouldn’t be seeing things.


The boy in front of her.


“Sister, did you call for the substitute driver?”


A light laugh filled the air. As memories clicked into place, Ye Nianchu nodded, stunned.


The night breeze rustled, and her light skirt swayed. Her pale skin shone like jade in the moonlight, her white legs and delicate collarbones visible, giving off a hint of wine’s sweetness.


Qin Mubai’s eyes darkened a bit. He opened the car door for Ye Nianchu, and once she was inside, he took the driver’s seat. “Was that your friend just now?”


Friends who are still out drinking at night?


His lips curled slightly, but his eyes were cold.


“My younger brother.” Ye Nianchu hadn’t expected to see him like this.


Even if she hadn’t seen him with a paintbrush and scalpel, she wouldn’t have guessed he was a substitute driver. He seemed so different from that role.


Qin Mubai tilted his head, a hint of loneliness in his eyes. “So, my sister has other younger brothers.”


“It’s different. He’s my cousin, related by blood.”


If anyone else had asked, Ye Nianchu wouldn’t have explained further.


The car’s dim light showed only half of Qin Mubai’s face, leaving the other half in shadow. His gentle smile was as clear as the bright moon.


Where was the calm demeanor from creating evolved zombies in the game?


Two hours later, the car slowed and entered the garage.


The car lights turned on.


Ye Nianchu leaned back in her seat and raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on with you?”


Don’t tell me this is just a coincidence.


“Rent is too high, so I work part-time as a substitute driver,” Qin Mubai said, keeping his composure and smiling. “I didn’t expect it to be my sister’s request.”


Ye Nianchu glanced at his watch. “I almost believed you. ‘Experiencing life’ would be more believable.”


In the bright light, her black sundress made her look even fairer and more elegant, drawing attention.


Qin Mubai looked away. “Sister, it’s not safe for you to go out alone at night dressed like this, especially after drinking.”


Ye Nianchu: ...


Have you forgotten we fought zombies together in the game?


Are you really worried about my safety?


The real world doesn’t have a system unlock feature.


After getting out of the car, Ye Nianchu looked around but didn’t see the substitute driver’s electric car. She took the car keys and said, “It’s late. If you don’t mind, you can rest here.”


He smiled, “Would it be too much trouble for you?”


This sister also knew it was late, and if he hadn’t come, it would have been dangerous for her.


“It’s fine.” Ye Nianchu opened the door and let him in. Since they had decided to team up long-term, he was practically family. “Pick any guest room you like.”


As she spoke, she took out her phone and sent a message.


Qin Mubai glanced at it casually.


Elegant Chinese decor, lacking a homely feel.


She probably prefers quiet and has no one else at home.


No family photos displayed either.



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The next day.


Ye Nianchu woke up unusually early.


She usually skips breakfast if she doesn’t need to get up early. The nanny comes every other day to clean, and meals are delivered. The kitchen tools have only seen the microwave used more than a pair of hands.


With a guest in the house, she couldn’t be rude. Breakfast had to be arranged.

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