Yukino: “Hi hi hi!”
Yukino: “Hurry up and update, Xiaobai.”
Yukino: “If you don’t update soon, your daily attendance bonus will be gone.”
These were the messages sent last night.
Gu Yebai had probably already fallen asleep by then, which was why he hadn’t replied.
Gao Hongyi remembered this person.
He was always very active in the group and was reportedly studying abroad in Tokyo.
Usually, Gao Hongyi would occasionally post some of her travel photos in the group.
This guy, however, was more enthusiastic about showing off the street scenes of Tokyo or those deliberately exquisite “aesthetic meals.”
King crab.
Sukiyaki.
Sashimi.
One photo after another, he seemed almost desperate to prove to everyone that he was living a good life.
Judging by his speaking style and this behavior of posting photos purely to satisfy his vanity…
He was likely the kind of flamboyant, silver-spoon-born young master who was completely out of touch with reality.
She looked at his profile picture.
It was a character from a Japanese anime.
It seemed to be Yukinoshita Yukino.
Based on his vanity and flaunting of wealth, he also had a bit of an otaku streak.
Even through the screen, she could almost smell a faint, unpleasant stench.
In Donghai, Gao Hongyi was constantly pursued by many young men from wealthy backgrounds.
A man like Yukino couldn’t even be considered a competitor.
To put it bluntly, he wasn’t even worth her time.
However, it was precisely because he was male.
And because he possessed these overly obvious flaws.
He had instead become someone who could interact normally with Uncle Bai.
He was naturally categorized as “safe.”
Gao Hongyi had originally intended to skim through the chat history between Gu Yebai and him before moving on to the next person.
Then, there were the messages Yukino sent at 6:00 AM this morning.
Yukino: “Are you up yet?”
Yukino: “Are you going to update or what, Haji-Bai?”
Yukino: “Give me a straight answer. I waited for your update yesterday and didn’t sleep all night.”
Uncle Bai was already awake then, so he had replied.
[Baiye Duxing]: “A lot has been happening around me lately.”
[Baiye Duxing]: “I’m sorry for failing to entertain you, Lady Yukino.”
[Baiye Duxing]: “I promise I’ll update today.”
Yukino: “Got writer’s block, didn’t you?”
Yukino: “I really can’t do anything with you.”
Yukino: “If you don’t understand much about romance, Xiaobai, as your senior in life, I’d be more than happy to clear things up for you.”
[Baiye Duxing]: “Lady Yukino is the best!!!”
The chat logs, which were supposed to be in the safe zone.
At that moment, content that shouldn’t have been there appeared abruptly.
Something was wrong.
Something was very wrong.
In the image sent by Yukino, there was a girl who looked extremely traditional at first glance.
She had a temperament that, without needing any emphasis, naturally brought to mind words like “prestigious family,” “well-bred,” and “ancestral heritage.”
Her long black hair was straight and quiet, falling naturally to her shoulder blades.
the tips of her hair brushed against the side of her fair neck like ink slowly spreading across rice paper.
She wore a slight smile, yet she did not seem approachable.
That smile seemed strictly trained, lingering only at the corners of her lips.
Her skin was so white it looked almost unreal.
It wasn’t a soft, warm white.
It was a cold, ethereal white.
Like moonlight on a snowy night falling upon porcelain.
It made one instinctively think of a Yuki-onna.
Her features weren’t flashy, but they were exceptionally captivating.
The lines of her eyes and brows were calm and upright, carrying a sense of detachment that was almost “emotionless.”
It was precisely this detachment.
It made her beauty seem exceptionally sharp.
She was wearing a white shirt, a water-blue pleated skirt, and white over-the-knee socks.
Neat, orderly, and without any redundant decorations.
Yet it easily brought to mind all the well-protected, beautiful things in this world.
If she had seen this photo in a fashion magazine, Gao Hongyi would have appreciated it without hesitation.
She might have even used her as a model to study the proportions and temperament of Japanese-style outfits.
But the crux of the matter was—
She had appeared in Gu Yebai’s chat history.
This excessive sense of perfect beauty caused a clear and sharp alarm to go off inside Gao Hongyi for the first time.
Yukino, a man who could originally only be considered a minor character.
At this moment.
He made Gao Hongyi clearly feel a sense of danger.
She quickly scrolled up through the chat history.
Sure enough.
She saw Yukino’s “girlfriend” again.
At the same time, she learned her real name—
Himuro Mio.
A photo of her wearing a blue kimono.
A photo of her in a shrine maiden outfit.
A photo of her standing on the streets of Shibuya.
Various versions of her.
It was all her.
She was truly beautiful.
But it was exactly this beauty.
It activated the signal called “fear” within Gao Hongyi’s body.
Why hadn’t she seen Yukino himself once?
Not even a single hand that looked like a man’s.
Why was she always the only one in the frame?
If he was really showing off.
Shouldn’t there be a photo of the two of them together?
According to Gao Hongyi’s understanding of Yukino, he would definitely be proud to have such a girlfriend.
He would likely even want to stand right in the center of the frame.
Yet, as it happened.
Yukino had sent more than twenty similar photos.
Not a single one featured him.
Gao Hongyi turned her head.
She glanced at Gu Yebai, who was lying beside her.
He was still sleeping peacefully and comfortably.
Gao Hongyi, who had been immersed in a small bit of happiness.
Her expression suddenly turned cold.
At the same time.
The name Yukino was quietly added to her danger list.
Gao Hongyi opened his social media space, but unfortunately, he hadn’t left any clues there; it was completely blank.
He clearly posted all sorts of photos of Tokyo in the group, so his personal space should have been the best stage to show himself off.
Is “he” a “he,” or a “she”?
No!
Absolutely not!
Gao Hongyi immediately typed into the chat box.
[Baiye Duxing]: “I hate you. You’re just a vain, petty person.”
[Baiye Duxing]: “My novel isn’t meant for someone like you.”
[Baiye Duxing]: “Get out of my life forever!”
‘I’m sorry, Uncle Bai.’
‘I really don’t want to lose, so I must nip everything in the bud.’
‘It’s better if I’m the only one left who loves you…’
After leaving those messages, Gao Hongyi clicked on Yukino’s profile and hit delete.
At the same time, she quickly opened the QQ group.
Since Gu Yebai was the group owner, he could kick out the group administrator, Yukino.
There were comments from several other people as well.
But that would be enough for now.
All that was left to do was to carefully place Uncle Bai’s phone back on the nightstand…
Uncle Bai was asleep, which was good.
Even if he found out, she could just say his account had been hacked.
But the rift in the relationship between Uncle Bai and Yukino would be irreparable.
So, please never come back.
Don’t interfere with my happiness, Himuro Mio.
Uncle Bai can only belong to me.
Gao Hongyi lay on her side, covering her pounding heart with her hand.
What she felt wasn’t guilt, but excitement…
She took out her own phone and looked at the others in the reader group.
Who else would become a threat to her?
No matter who it was, she wouldn’t allow anyone to get too close to Uncle Bai.
“I just like you too much…”
“Uncle Bai.”