Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 412 Are you cold?
As the sun completely set, night immediately spread across the sky like thick ink. The previously gentle wind suddenly became irritable, ordering the fallen leaves to beat against the car windows.

The withered leaves were no match for the hard car window. The moment they touched it, they shattered into even smaller leaves, like withered yellow snowflakes. As they scattered and flew, the street scene under the night seemed to fragment as well, until the car window was covered by a layer of white fog.

"A great man who looks similar to me once said that the wind in early winter is like a capricious and capricious girlfriend, always changing its face in the morning, noon and evening."

Lin Anyu breathed on the car window, pretending to be profound as he lamented the ruthlessness of the winter wind, while meticulously wiping the grime off the glass with a tissue.

Seeing that Han Zhou, sitting in the passenger seat, was still absent-minded, he said irritably, "I said, you should have come to your senses by now. Several hours have passed. You didn't actually believe that guy's divination, did you? By the way, what question did you ask for? I've already sent away the people who shouldn't have listened. Now it's just the two of us in the car. Tell me quickly."

He had a gossipy look on his face, as if to say, "Don't worry, I'll definitely keep your secret."

Han Zhou turned to look at him: "What makes you think you should be excluded from 'people you shouldn't listen to'?"

"What do you mean by that?" Lin Anyu was stunned for a moment, then immediately put on a heartbroken expression. "We're best brothers, what is it that I can't listen to?"

"Guzheng and Yixia are also very close to me, but I didn't tell them, did I?"

"How can you compare them? As the saying goes, brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes. Brothers are definitely more important than women. Of course I can listen to what they can't!"

Han Zhou hesitated for a moment: "But it's winter now."

"so what?"

"In this freezing weather, clothes are more important than hands and feet."

Lin Anyu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt a little bored: "You good-for-nothing guy who forgets his friends for the sake of a pretty face... Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't. But you're really not fair. Everyone was doing their divinations without anyone hiding anything from each other, but you were the only one who took advantage of the situation. You went to a faraway place to do your divinations, and you wouldn't tell anyone. Anyone who didn't know better would think it was some huge secret."

He shrugged and continued, "But even if you didn't say it, I could guess that it's probably related to Guzheng and the others, maybe even about who you'll end up with in the future. Given your current situation, it's really not appropriate to have your fortune told in front of everyone."

Han Zhou didn't answer, but changed the subject, saying, "It's about time, take me back."

"Now you know how important your siblings are, right?"

Lin Anyu fastened his seatbelt, shook his head and sighed, "It's all thanks to me covering for you, otherwise Guzheng would have been the one to take you back to school. If she had kept asking you questions, I don't know if you could have handled it..."

"I'm not going back to school," Han Zhou interrupted him.

"Not going back to school? Where are you going then?"

……

Ten minutes later, Lin Anyu helped Han Zhou out of the car and took a wheelchair out of the trunk. Seeing the other man sit down naturally, he couldn't help but laugh: "You really think of yourself as disabled?"

"Do you think I want to?" Han Zhou gave him an annoyed look.

"Anyway, I really want to..."

Thinking of Han Zhou being surrounded and cared for by a group of pretty girls, Lin Anyu felt a pang of envy and jealousy, and said sourly, "Won't another beautiful girl come to help you push your wheelchair later?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed an intelligent-looking woman wearing glasses standing downstairs across the street. The more he looked at her, the more familiar she seemed. After a few seconds, he finally remembered who she was and said with a strange expression, "Hey Han Zhou... you're not going to stay at your teacher's house tonight, are you?"

"Hmm." Han Zhou sighed, looking resigned. "I didn't want to either."

Since there was only one bed in Teacher Ouyang's house, the two of them naturally couldn't share a bed. In order to take care of his injury, Teacher Ouyang took the initiative to give him the bed and went to sleep on the sofa herself, which made him feel very bad.

Lin Anyu took a deep breath, stared at Ouyang Lianyu who was crossing the street, and asked, "Han Zhou, are you always cold?"

"I'm not cold, what's wrong?"

Lin Anyu remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a voice filled with envy and jealousy.

"Then why do you wear so many clothes?"

……

"Your friend seemed to be asking you why you're wearing so many clothes..."

Ouyang Lianyu pushed Han Zhou into the elevator and asked in confusion, "Is it strange to wear more clothes in winter?"

"Young people always like to show off their coolness by wearing less clothing. The colder the weather, the less they wear, and the less they wear, the cooler they feel. They never zip up their jackets. It's a new trend, I guess," Han Zhou said without changing his expression.

"That's so irresponsible of him. The weather is so cold now, you must persuade your friend to keep warm."

Ouyang Lianyu thought for a moment, then said with a worried expression, "But he also seemed to say something like he must find his own clothes, and then he wouldn't need his hands and feet anymore. What does that mean?"

"I'm not too sure about that. Maybe she wants to work hard to earn money to buy a new outfit."

"But didn't you say your friend is a rich kid? Doesn't he also need to work to earn money?"

"It's precisely because I'm a second-generation rich kid that I want to experience what it's like to earn my own living."

"But what does this have to do with hands and feet?"

"When you're so tired that you don't want to move your hands and feet anymore, you'll probably understand the true meaning of self-reliance."

"is that so……"

Ouyang Lianyu felt that Han Zhou was talking nonsense with a straight face, but she had no evidence. She pushed him out of the elevator, opened the door and went back into the house.

She lifted his clothes and checked the bandage wrapped around Han Zhou's abdomen. Seeing that no blood was seeping out, she was relieved and said with satisfaction, "It seems that your little suggestion was very good. It's sure that having you sit in a wheelchair will help your recovery. Keep it up tomorrow."

Han Zhou looked distressed: "Teacher Ouyang, you don't mean I'll have to continue using a wheelchair tomorrow, do you?"

"Of course, unless you don't want to go out."

Ouyang Lianyu took off her coat, went into the kitchen and cut some fruit. Soon after, she returned to the living room with a fruit platter and said with a smile, "According to the 'schedule,' Zhong Ling and I will be taking care of you tomorrow, so you have to follow my instructions."

Han Zhou took a piece of apple from her hand with a wry smile and said helplessly, "Teacher Ouyang, it's one thing for others to be childish, but how come you're so childish too? You know perfectly well that there's no need to bring me to your house to stay."

"Who told you not to respect your teacher?" Ouyang Lianyu wiped her hands with a tissue. "You always disobey your teacher, but now that I have a chance to make you behave, how could I not be tempted?"

Seeing the bitter look on the face of the student who always joked about her, she wanted to laugh, but quickly suppressed her laughter and continued, "Besides, this is not childish. Your injury is really serious. How can I be at ease until I see you recover?"

Han Zhou had no choice but to accept his fate. He took a bite of the apple and suddenly thought of something. He asked in bewilderment, "But Teacher Ouyang, aren't you worried about what others will say if they see this?" Ouyang Lianyu had obviously thought about this question before. She answered calmly, "What do I have to worry about? It's my responsibility to take care of you since you got hurt."

Han Zhou was stunned: "What does my injury have to do with you?"

Ouyang Lianyu lowered her head and said somewhat embarrassedly, "If the teacher could swim, you wouldn't have needed to save everyone by yourself."

Aren't you just trying to take the blame for yourself?

Han Zhou laughed and joked, "To be honest, Teacher Ouyang, the fact that you can't swim is the biggest help you can give me. Otherwise, if you had gone into the water with me, I estimate I would have had to drag four people ashore by myself."

Ouyang Lianyu blushed, wanting to refute, but when she thought about how even the guzheng had almost been left at the bottom of the lake, it seemed that going into the water herself was indeed useless, and she immediately lost her confidence.

"I told you not to joke about the teacher!"

She glared at him with feigned authority, then handed him another piece of apple, saying helplessly, "Honestly, all this fruit can't shut you up. Be careful, or I won't let you speak tomorrow."

Han Zhou immediately protested, "The premise for me to follow instructions is that it will help my recovery. Not allowing me to speak is obviously settling a personal score. I can refuse to comply."

"Keeping quiet will save you a lot of beatings, isn't that enough to help your recovery?"

"But I also have to act as my senior's translator. Depriving me of my right to speak is the same as depriving her of her right to speak." Han Zhou looked righteous and awe-inspiring. "I swear to defend my senior's freedom of speech to the death!"

"You... fine, I can't argue with you."

Ouyang Lianyu was amused by his serious expression, and stood up, saying, "Alright, then you can continue to defend your freedom. I'm going to take a shower first."

She left her phone in the living room, went to the bedroom to find a change of clothes, and then went into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water filled the bathroom.

After finishing his apple, Han Zhou thought about the question he had asked in the divination that afternoon. He sighed inwardly and soon felt sleepy. He leaned back in his wheelchair for a nap and gradually drifted off to sleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the phone suddenly rang in his ear. He opened his eyes, rubbing his sore neck as he picked up the phone on the table to answer it.

"Hello. Who is this?"

Han Zhou regretted his words as soon as he finished speaking. He suddenly realized that the phone that had just rung was not his own; it was clearly Teacher Ouyang's phone. He immediately came to his senses and looked at the phone screen, wanting to see the caller's name.

However, there were no names on the phone screen, only two faces with blank and shocked expressions.

This was actually a video call!
Han Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he was so startled that he almost dropped his phone.

A middle-aged man and a woman... Hmm, could these be Teacher Ouyang's parents?

Looking at the deepening night outside, he broke out in a cold sweat and forced a smile: "Excuse me... did you two dial the wrong number?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman in the video seemed to genuinely doubt that she had dialed the wrong number. She put on her reading glasses to take a closer look, but the next second she was glared at by the expressionless middle-aged man beside her: "You believe such a thing? You only have a few friends on Fetion, how could you dial the wrong number? If this isn't for our daughter, who is it for?"

"But this isn't Yu'er either..." the woman muttered.

The man slapped his forehead in anguish, ignoring his wife, and scrutinized Han Zhou on the other end of the video call with a stern expression. He asked, "Who are you? How did you get my daughter's phone?"

"Daughter? Oh, you must be Teacher Ouyang's parents?"

Using all his acting skills, Han Zhou paused for a moment, then immediately put on a look of sudden realization and said with a smile, "Hello, Uncle and Aunt. My name is Han Zhou. I am a student of Teacher Ouyang. I was just passing by her house and remembered that I had a question to ask her, so I came to visit."

Although this reason is somewhat far-fetched, it is still better than telling the two of them, "I'm currently staying at Teacher Ouyang's house, and she's taking a shower right now."

"student?"

"Students..."

Ouyang Lianyu's parents murmured in unison, the former seeming to breathe a sigh of relief, while the latter looked somewhat disappointed.

“Since you are Yu’er’s student, you should address us as Master and Mistress,” Ouyang Wenhao nodded slightly and corrected him earnestly.

"What's with all this 'husband' and 'mother' stuff? We're not that old! Just call us uncle and aunt, or even father and mother-in-law. Why make it so complicated?" Liang Hongfei said with a smile as she watched Han Zhou in the video.

"What do you know? This child is Yu'er's student, so we should clarify our seniority. Some terms of address cannot be used carelessly."

"What nonsense are you spouting? If Yu'er were a boy, wouldn't 'master's wife' be the term used to refer to his wife? Master and master's wife are getting together, so where do you put me?"

"you……"

"What do you mean, 'you'? Then tell me, what should Yu'er's wife be called? And what should Yu'er's mother be called?"

Ouyang Wenhao was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer the question. He said with a straight face, "What you said doesn't hold water. Yu'er is a girl, so how could she be a wife?"

"Hehe, then how do you think Yu'er's students should address her husband? It can't be 'Master,' can it? That kind of generational naming is much more complicated than 'uncle' and 'aunt.'"

Ouyang Wenhao was stunned. Yes, what should be called Yu'er's husband?

After struggling with the question for a long time, he had no choice but to give up and coughed, saying, "Fine, then it'll be Uncle and Auntie then."

Liang Hongfei was finally satisfied and looked at Han Zhou with a smile: "Child, you haven't answered our questions yet. Why is Yu'er's phone with you? Where is she?"

Han Zhou had already prepared his answer and said with a smile, "Teacher Ouyang went to wash the fruit. Should I go and call her?"

He thought to himself somewhat nervously, "Washing a bath, washing dates... could it be considered washing fruit?"

"No need, no need. We just wanted to have a chat with you. Wouldn't it be nice if we didn't bother you?" Liang Hongfei spoke up before Ouyang Wenhao could, her face beaming with smiles.

"Of course not."

Han Zhou smiled and planned to drag it out until Ouyang Lianyu came out of the bathroom.

"That's great. Yu'er always tells us that she's doing very well, but her aunt says otherwise. As Yu'er's student, you should be able to give a more objective evaluation, right?"

(End of this chapter)