Chapter Thirty-Three: Honeymoon

“Mom, let it be. Brother Chengyi just started his vacation, and traveling can be exhausting.” Looking at the silent Song Chengyi, Luo Yixia could tell he had no desire to go out. Well, if someone has to be the bad guy, it might as well be her.

“Isn’t the whole point of traveling to help you relax? How could it be tiring?”

“Mom, of course traveling is tiring,” Luo Yixia said, frowning at Yu Wenjing.

“All right, all right, you just won’t listen to your mother anymore.”

“Mom, when have I not listened?” Luo Yixia realized her mother was about to switch tactics and play the emotional card now that the tough approach hadn’t worked.

Unexpectedly, Song Chengyi spoke up, “Let’s go. I’m on vacation too. I’ll take Xiaxia out to unwind.”

“What?” Luo Yixia looked at Song Chengyi in disbelief.

So after all her explanations, it turned out to be for nothing.

“You see? You’re just making a fuss for nothing. Chengyi is willing,” Yu Wenjing scolded Luo Yixia with a glance.

Luo Yixia swallowed and shut her mouth.

“So, where do you two want to go?” On the side, Zhou Yun had already pulled out her phone, searching for travel destinations.

“Anywhere quiet,” Song Chengyi replied, then stood up, taking Luo Yixia by the arm as they left the room.

“Where are you going? Aren’t you going to pick a place?” Zhou Yun called after them.

“I’m taking Xiaxia to my room. You all decide,” Song Chengyi answered, pulling Luo Yixia into the room next door.

But as soon as they stepped out, he let go of her arm.

“You clearly don’t want to go. Why did you agree?” Luo Yixia asked, tilting her head.

“If you don’t agree, they’ll keep at it until you do. In the end, it’s the same outcome, so might as well say yes early and spare your ears some trouble.”

“That’s true,” Luo Yixia nodded.

It wasn’t her first time at the Song house. In fact, she came often. In the past, Aunt Zhou had really liked her and always invited her over. Back then, she liked Song Chengyi so much that every chance to get to know him or even just see him made her incredibly happy. How could she not come often with such opportunities?

But she rarely went into Song Chengyi’s room. He disliked anyone entering, even Aunt Zhou had to knock before going in, so she certainly wouldn’t dare to barge in herself.

She had shamelessly tagged along a few times before, but never discovered anything out of the ordinary. After all, Song Chengyi’s room was obsessively tidy—nothing like her own messy den.

As she got older, she felt embarrassed to go in, especially after an incident with a love letter that Song Chengyi misunderstood. Out of stubbornness, she hadn’t wanted to go in after that.

However, their rooms were next to each other, and the two villas themselves were neighbors. Sometimes, just knowing there were only a few walls between them made her feel like she was living together with Song Chengyi—and that was enough to make her happy.

Sure enough, Song Chengyi’s room hadn’t changed at all over the years. It was nothing like her own, which was filled with random dolls and trinkets. She loved collecting figurines, especially from anime, and her room was full of them.

In contrast, Song Chengyi’s place made her suspect he might have a touch of OCD—or at least an obsession with cleanliness.

Just look at the books on his shelf—they were arranged exactly as they had been years ago. Even the hourglass on the desk seemed suspiciously precise—was it measured to be exactly ten centimeters from the computer?

If she hadn’t checked before, she would never admit she’d once studied his room in detail.

Back then, she sometimes felt like a stalker, analyzing Song Chengyi’s habits and paying attention to every gesture. Now, she suddenly realized how foolish she had been.