Chapter 7: Identity flaws everywhere

Lin Qingya, him, and Chen Qing— the three of them all belonged to the ‘one person is full, the whole family isn’t hungry’ type.

Whether she was an adult or not, even Lin Qingya herself didn’t know, so she just let it be.

Maybe she couldn’t remember the date.

After all, as an orphan, there was no one to celebrate her birthday, no one to care about or remember the date she was born.

So, since no one celebrated it for her, orphans themselves stopped caring about their own birthdays too.

Naturally, it became reasonable to forget their own birthday.

But in this kind of situation, Lin Qingya didn’t know if she had an ID card or not.

She didn’t know if she should check the household register or the ID card?

Whether she had ever applied for an ID card, she herself didn’t even know?

Cheng Minghao, though puzzled, didn’t want to ask more.

He just instinctively wondered about it.

As for Lin Qingya, she also noticed the problem, and immediately explained, “I lost my ID card, so maybe I need to check the household register instead.”

Cheng Minghao frowned, reminding Lin Qingya, “If you’ve lost your ID card, you must report it and get a replacement.

Otherwise, bad people might use it.”

“Mm, okay.”

Lin Qingya nodded with a smile, then added:

“Then I…”

Lin Qingya looked at her own house, frowned, and said:

“What should I do if I can’t get in? There’s also afternoon class… and morning class…”

The morning class was, of course, already a lost cause.

So Lin Qingya was just speaking casually now.

Cheng Minghao also frowned, then suggested to Lin Qingya, “Why don’t you come to my place? Rest first, then your clothes…”

Cheng Minghao glanced over Lin Qingya’s whole body— or rather, her entire attire up and down.

But he frowned and explained, “There are no women’s clothes at my place.

Your clothes… nothing to change into.”

“I…”

Lin Qingya also frowned.

She was dirty, entering someone else’s room, she couldn’t even sit on the sofa.

Cheng Minghao and Lin Qingya fell silent.

Lin Qingya said, “I should just go to school, right?”

Cheng Minghao replied, “You can’t go to school dirty either… if you do, the Teacher will scold you, and classmates will laugh; and watch for fun too.”

“Besides…”

Cheng Minghao didn’t finish, just looking at Lin Qingya’s legs.

The meaning in his gaze couldn’t have been clearer.

The way Lin Qingya had climbed stairs and walked just now was awkward.

It was like the inside of her thigh was injured, torn.

As for the specific situation, Cheng Minghao couldn’t look closely.

He didn’t know what exactly was going on.

Following Cheng Minghao’s gaze, Lin Qingya looked at her own thigh, her face turning red and embarrassed.

Muscle tear…

There was a slight tear; otherwise, after a whole night and morning, it wouldn’t still be making her so miserable.

If she didn’t rest for a day or two, waiting for the wound to heal, her walking would never look normal.

This was the price of a girl’s growth, and an embarrassing one at that.

“Come inside first, to my room.”

Cheng Minghao spoke, coughed, then turned and walked towards the room behind him.

“You actually live next door?”

Lin Qingya saw Cheng Minghao take out a key and open the door right next to hers, unable to stop herself from exclaiming in surprise.

“Mm?”

Cheng Minghao was confused.

“You just found out? Is your brain broken?”

“Ah?! I…”

Lin Qingya felt awkward, not knowing how to explain.

She could only avert her eyes, glancing to the right.

“Come in.”

Cheng Minghao didn’t press further.

No matter how confused he was, he could never imagine the truth about Lin Qingya being transported, reincarnated, or soul-possessed.

“Oh~ okay, coming.”

Lin Qingya said softly, moving into the room obediently like a quail.

“I’ll help you.”

Cheng Minghao turned, supporting Lin Qingya as she slowly shuffled forward.

“Mm, thanks.”

Lin Qingya thanked him, though she felt Cheng Minghao was being too rough.

Still, maybe it was just the two of them weren’t a good match— different styles, too much difference, so…

Lin Qingya’s face suddenly turned bright red, becoming strangely hot.

Inside the house.

Cheng Minghao led Lin Qingya into the room, which had a small Living Room, then Kitchen, Bathroom, bedrooms, and Balcony on both sides.

Lin Qingya looked around at the environment, sighing.

“You have a Balcony. That’s nice.”

‘Lin Qingya’s’ own room didn’t have a Balcony.

‘He’ was a bit unlucky— the assigned loan apartment had no Balcony.

But since the Balcony area was a free bonus, not included in the price, in terms of cost…

It didn’t reduce at all. It was still the standard ‘original price’.

“Mm?”

Hearing Lin Qingya’s words, Cheng Minghao looked at her strangely again.

“Did your brain get scared out of order?”

“I heard that when people get extremely agitated, their memory can be damaged. You… still know how to get to school?”

Cheng Minghao asked.

“Of course I do!”

Lin Qingya retorted, raising her voice.

But after calming down, she added,

“Maybe, possibly, probably, yesterday… I was a little shaken, definitely shocked. So…”

“So I might have forgotten some things.”

Lin Qingya explained.

“Forgotten things?”

Cheng Minghao didn’t know if it was true or not, but just said with concern, “Then I’ll take you to the hospital. While we’re at it, get the gynecology…”

“Don’t!”

Lin Qingya’s face instantly turned red as she screamed, images of speculums and whatever-probe devices flashing in her mind.

She’d only ever heard of or seen them for laughs before— damn!

Now it was actually happening to her?

And right after **?!

Lin Qingya objected a thousand times, instinctively shouting,

“What if they see the damage…”

“—Cough!”

Lin Qingya coughed, cutting off the topic.

Hearing her words, Cheng Minghao also became awkward and spoke up.

“Well… forget it. I’ll go to school. You rest. I’ll ask the Teacher for leave for you. Bye.”

As he spoke, Cheng Minghao left Lin Qingya behind, ready to leave.

“Hey!”

Lin Qingya called out.

Cheng Minghao added,

“Right, since the key is lost, I’ll check the inn first. If I can’t find it, I’ll call a Locksmith for you to handle it. Bye.”

With that, Cheng Minghao hurried off to school.

“Bang!”

“Hey!”

Lin Qingya listened to the sound of the door closing, watching Cheng Minghao leave, muttering,

“This brat really doesn’t put the Goddess in his eyes?”

“Even his wom… pfft! Who’s his woman, hmph!”

Lin Qingya’s cheeks flushed, and she threw herself onto the sofa.

She buried her face in the linen sofa, inhaling the scent of Cheng Minghao’s place.

Waiting for the Locksmith to arrive, waiting for Cheng Minghao to return from school.

Lin Qingya fell asleep on the sofa.

—

Afternoon, after school, dusk.

Sixth floor of the apartment building.

Cheng Minghao stood in the corridor, glancing at the room to his right— Lin Qingya’s room.

Because of their messy relationship, Cheng Minghao looked a little longer.

Then he shook his head, carrying food in his left hand, walking towards Lin Qingya’s door.

The food in his left hand was for Lin Qingya, brought from the school Dining Hall, so it was cheaper.

“Bang bang bang~ Anyone there? Qingya?”

Cheng Minghao knocked, but there was no response from inside.

He waited a moment, then thought Lin Qingya might have gone out to eat.

So…

He smiled slightly.

“She has legs. Why should I worry?”

As he spoke, Cheng Minghao walked back to his own door with the food.

No way was he going to waste the food; he’d eat it for breakfast.

“Ka!”

Standing in front of his own door, the lock opened.

Inside Cheng Minghao’s apartment.

“Ugh~”

Lin Qingya heard the sound, and called out to Cheng Minghao,

“Why is it you?”

She still thought she was at home, still thought she was Chen Qing.

She hadn’t fully woken up.

“You didn’t go back?”

Cheng Minghao turned, pointing at the room across the hall.

“Of course not. Where would I go?”

Lin Qingya rubbed her sleepy eyes, confused, then froze.

She looked at her chest, right in front of Cheng Minghao, touched and squeezed it, then froze.

“Ah!”

Lin Qingya squeaked, her face flushing red.

“No bra… how did it get so big?!”

“Cough!”

Cheng Minghao’s face also turned red.

He felt that Lin Qingya was braver than him— he’d never noticed before.