After rebirth, I rejected the rich yandere lady

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"Fluffy, have you guys arrived yet?"

"Still got a hundred or two kilometers to go... How many times have I told you, stop calling me with such a disgusting nickname."

Bai Xin was on the phone with Liu Rushuang, who was using the affectionate nickname commonly shared between best friends.

But clearly, Bai Xin was not pleased with this nickname.

"Haha, I think this name is pretty good, it fits your image perfectly, big and white."

The voice of Liu Rushuang, always so mischievously youthful, seemed to never match her age.

Bai Xin quickly turned the volume of her phone down, her cheeks tinting red.

"You! You're a mother now, can't you be a bit more reserved?"

"Haha, I'm just excited to see you, by the way, will you guys make it home today?"

"We should be there, as long as it doesn't snow heavily."

Bai Xin glanced outside.

Zheng City is said to be in the Central Plains, but it is actually slightly northward, with distinct seasons, still with lots of snow piled up on the sides of the roads.

There were also a few snowflakes falling from the sky, but it didn't seem like it would snow heavily.

This was a scene hard to come by in Huhai.

She remembered that the last time she visited Zheng City to play with Liu Rushuang was many years ago.

Back then, Xu Musen and Yao Mingyue were just little brats in split pants.

"That's good, but if it does start to snow, find a place to stay and remember to take good care of my godson."

"Does he even need me to look after him?"

Bai Xin said, slightly annoyed, and glanced at Xu Musen, who was driving intently.

Xu Musen was about to turn nineteen, but he had already achieved success in his career and had a happy life, something not many young people his age could claim.

"No matter how big he gets, he's still my son. And with Xiao Sen being so handsome, what if he catches the eye of some single female hooligan with no partner when staying outside?"

"...Liu Rushuang! Are you insinuating something about someone?!"

The more Bai Xin thought about it, the odder it felt. What was that about a female hooligan without a partner?

She couldn't help but glance at Xu Musen again, and she had to admit, the kid was indeed handsome...

Bai Xin's heart crumbled a bit, her voice lowered: "I'm not the least bit interested in such a brat."

"Who knows? You haven't dated in so many years, maybe you've become a repressed weirdo..."

"Liu Rushuang! Wait until I get there, I'm going to explode at you!"

"Haha, I'll be waiting~"

The two friends chattered away.

Even though Xu Musen couldn't hear their conversation, he knew Liu Rushuang well enough to guess that Bai Xin must be the one getting picked on.

But this is what friends are for, right? Having such uninhibited friends at this age is something truly special.

Zheng City.

After a long day's journey, they had finally returned.

Mother Xu was also aware of Liu Rushuang's best friend, who ironically was Xu Musen's college professor, and she took it very seriously.

She went all out preparing chicken and fish—the hospitality was top-notch.

Arriving home.

Liu Rushuang was also lending a hand, laughing, "There's no need to go to such lengths, it's not like we haven't met before."

"It's been so many years, I remember the last time we met, she was about the same age as Ming Yue and Musen, right?"

Mother Xu was also struggling to recall.

"We weren't much older at the time, and now in the blink of an eye, the kids have grown so much."

Liu Rushuang felt a bit nostalgic too; they were only about twenty when they had their children.

But people used to have children early back in the day.

"Yes, in the blink of an eye..."

Mother Xu smiled, noticing her hands were now wrinkled. Even though Liu Rushuang took good care of herself, she no longer had the youthful exuberance of the girl they had first met, always beaming with laughter. Read latest chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Nevertheless, it was fine. Musen and Ming Yue had also reached this wonderful age.

Meanwhile, Yao Mingyue was sitting in Xu Musen's room.

These past few days, she had restrained herself from sending messages to Xu Musen. It seemed there was nothing worthwhile to say, and messaging him at this time would only make her feel more redundant.

But that didn't mean she didn't miss him.

An Nuannuan and Xu Musen were experiencing the joy of reunion after a brief separation.

What about her and Xu Musen?

After more than ten years together, every minute and every second apart was like an agonizing ordeal, as if she had been "divorced."

She aimlessly flipped through the trinkets on Xu Musen's desk.

Xu Musen's study desk was still covered with many high school books. Since graduation, he had hardly sat down there, nor did he bother to pack them away or sell them all off in one go.

After all, it was the most unforgettable learning experience of his life, and Xu Musen didn't want to dismiss those three years for just a few bucks. It was better to keep them as a memento.

However, a thin layer of dust had inevitably settled on them over time.

Yao Mingyue opened a few books and looked at Xu Musen's handwriting, along with the random annotations and doodles on the textbooks.

The boring and stressful days in high school were not immune to doodles, like the popular "Busy Du Fu" memes back then.

Even using Chinese homophones as mnemonic devices for English vocabulary was a common trick many used to get through classes.

Looking at his handwriting, Yao Mingyue felt as if she had been transported back to their high school years. Despite the tedium and hardships, at least... aside from their studies, they really didn't have to worry too much.

The two of them could be together every day.

And most importantly, he was so in love with her.

Yao Mingyue slowly closed the textbook, a hint of a smile in her phoenix eyes, mixed with a touch of wistfulness.

Wishing to buy fragrant osmanthus wine to share, but in the end, it cannot compare to the joy of youth...

At the time, it only seemed common, but now it has faded...

Many say that memorizing poetry is useless, often just a self-deceptive lament of the unafflicted.

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