Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 57 You won't be angry after hearing this, will you?

The short man drove away hastily in his truck with the tires changed.

To express his gratitude, Zhong Yin specifically offered to pay for the tire change, but the short man insisted on paying and left his contact information, saying, "Those idiots... those guys might come back. You can call me then, and I'll deal with them."

His expression was quite complex as he said this, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, almost as if he were saying, "I've been there." He was probably thinking about the years when he used to collect debts for others.

He helped Zhong Yin not out of a sudden act of kindness, but simply to thank Han Zhou for not informing him last night. Besides, those scruffy-haired guys were obviously no good, so there was no harm in provoking them.

Han Zhou was thick-skinned. Although he hadn't put in much effort, he followed suit and gave Zhong Yin his contact information, saying seriously, "You can also call me, and I'll deal with them."

Zhong Yin reverted to his indifferent demeanor, repeating as he removed his gloves, "Repair?"

I was just translating what that guy said...

Han Zhou thought to himself, but his face remained righteous: "The fact that they left the car here means they have another excuse to come back, and they might even bother you then."

Zhong Yin said expressionlessly, "So you think that to avoid their harassment, I should let you harass me and Xiaoling?"

"Please don't look at me with prejudice. I have no intention of bothering you."

"So you want to pester Xiaoling?"

You have a really good eye for people...

Han Zhou said seriously, "That's not what I meant. I meant that I didn't do these things to bother you."

"Then what are you doing?"

Zhong Yin wiped the sweat from her face with a towel. "You just heard the name Chen Zixiao, right? He's someone I knew before. He approached me under the guise of helping me solve my problems, and I once thought he was a trustworthy friend, but you saw the result."

Her face was expressionless, but a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, she handed Han Zhou another towel from the hook.

Han Zhou was somewhat surprised, thinking to himself that unexpected events could be quite useful. After thinking for a moment, he asked curiously, "So, is he really your boyfriend?"

Zhong Yin gave him a cold look: "I said no, what do you want?"

"Just asking casually."

Han Zhou wiped his sweat with a towel. He had previously thought the woman was heartbroken, but now it seemed that wasn't the case. He didn't intend to answer her previous question and asked, "So, are you still planning to fix this motorcycle?"

He looked at the old motorcycle parked in the repair shop.

"Of course we need to fix it, that way they won't have a legitimate reason to cause trouble. But don't rush, let's go inside first. Remember, don't tell Xiaoling what just happened."

"Mmm," Han Zhou readily agreed.

"Also, there's no one around now, so you can still return that punch to me, but once you're inside, you can't back out."

"Can you please stop thinking about this?"

"..."

When the two returned to the house, Mo Yixia was watching a video on her phone with Zhong Ling.

Of course, the phone used was Zhong Ling's cracked screen phone. Jiang Baiqian was very strict, and Mo Yixia's phone could not be used casually. Moreover, her phone was very expensive, and now that she was a poor younger sister, it was inconvenient for her to take it out, otherwise it would ruin her image.

The two seemed to be getting along quite well. Zhong Ling was now very self-aware, knowing that others could hardly hear what she was saying, so she chose to communicate in this non-verbal way.

But this gave people a rather strange feeling. Perhaps she was a little uneasy. Although she was the owner of this house, she seemed a little reserved.

Upon seeing Han Zhou and his companion enter the house, Mo Yixia smiled sweetly and said, "You're back. We were just about to play chess."

She openly scrutinized Han Zhou from head to toe, as if examining a criminal suspect. The latter's face darkened, feeling that this guy's eyes were malicious, as if he suspected that he had been beaten up by Zhong Yin and was looking for his wounds.

What game are you planning to play?

Zhong Yin gently picked up the conversation. This woman had never hidden her double standards from the beginning. She was gentle and peaceful with Mo Yixia, but unusually cold towards Han Zhou, even though he had just helped her; her tone was still very stiff. Han Zhou observed Zhong Ling's lips, pondered for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "Don't say anything yet, let me guess... chess! It must be chess, right?"

He saw Zhong Ling's lips move, and judging from the shape of her lips, she seemed to be saying the word "chess," indicating that she was quite confident in her conclusion.

Mo Yixia laughed: "Brother is really trying hard. The chess box is clearly in my hand, but you don't even look at it. You insist on using your eyes to exercise your intelligence and instead guess."

She was indeed holding a chess box in her hand, and as she spoke, she took the chess pieces out of the box and arranged them one by one on the chessboard.

Zhong Ling's family has many kinds of chess sets, which are probably the sisters' usual way of passing the time.

Han Zhou felt a little embarrassed upon hearing this. He had been so focused on observing Zhong Ling's lips since he entered the room that he hadn't even noticed this, which was quite shameful.

However, he had a strong mentality and pretended not to understand what he meant, asking without batting an eye, "When did you learn to play chess?"

He wasn't doubting it, he just found it novel.

Mo Yixia doesn't have many opportunities to showcase herself on a daily basis. Aside from studying, she studies all the time. If we exclude her somewhat abstract special agent skills, the only normal skill Han Zhou knows she has is that she can cook.

She has always been incomplete, bound by her mother, and hiding herself, not even knowing if the parts she reveals are real.

At this moment, Mo Yixia seemed to be completely immersed in the role. Upon hearing this, she glared at him and said angrily, "Brother, I clearly know a lot of things. How come you don't understand me at all?"

Han Zhou felt a chill run down his spine. Why did this sound like she was being coquettish? Is she really Mo Yixia?
Zhong Ling smiled slightly, finding the brother and sister pair quite amusing.

The two girls quickly began playing chess. They were both fair-skinned, and their long hair danced in the breeze from the electric fan, making them a very pleasing sight.

Han Zhou went over to check out the two men's chess skills.

He considered himself quite skilled at chess, and since Mo Yixia had been constantly teasing him, he had to seize the opportunity to teach this guy a lesson.

Zhong Yin also stood by and watched for a while. The three girls had long, flowing hair, and the fragrance emanating from them kept wafting into Han Zhou's nose. It was a pity that the short guy didn't see this scene, otherwise he would never have said something like "You've had a hard time."

Han Zhou's attention was entirely focused on the chessboard. Neither of the girls were beginners, and they were playing a fairly even game. However, Mo Yixia seemed to be slightly inferior, and she was soon defeated by Zhong Ling, who checkmated her with her knight.

After playing several more games, Mo Yixia didn't win a single one. Almost every time, she was just one move behind. Zhong Ling, on the other hand, was very serious and showed no intention of holding back. After each game, she would rearrange the pieces and continue playing aggressively. Mo Yixia quickly achieved a five-game losing streak.

Zhong Ling is similar to Gu Zheng in this respect, but the latter doesn't care about social etiquette at all, while she is more like someone who is completely immersed in the game of chess and forgets about social etiquette.

Seeing that Mo Yixia was about to die again, Han Zhou was about to laugh when she suddenly looked up and complained, "Brother, Sister Ling is so powerful, I can't beat her, please help me get revenge!"

Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and almost burst into tears—sister, was this also part of your plan?

He almost forgot that, just as Mo Yixia pretended to be bad at math and physics, she might have also pretended to be no match for Zhong Ling just now, so that her "brother" would make a move and she could have some contact with Zhong Ling through the game.

It's so thoughtful.

But isn't it a bit too exaggerated that this guy can do this much?
Something's definitely fishy...

Han Zhou was somewhat suspicious, so he sat down opposite Zhong Ling in place of Mo Yixia. Zhong Ling didn't say anything about it, but after setting up the chess pieces and glancing at him, she started playing.

The only person who might complain is not here right now—Zhong Yin has gone off somewhere to do something.

Han Zhou roused himself and silently began playing chess with Zhong Ling.

In fact, as things stand, although Zhong Yin's attitude remains tough, the plan to contact Zhong Ling is progressing steadily, and Mo Yixia has played a crucial role in this.

Recalling the other person's usual personality, Han Zhou was somewhat moved. Although this guy had been making sarcastic remarks to him all day, everything he did was to help him. As long as he didn't resort to any kind of conditional exchange in the end, he would definitely praise this guy properly afterward.

"elder brother."

Seemingly having heard Han Zhou's thoughts, Mo Yixia, who was standing aside watching the battle, suddenly spoke up the next second.

"I suddenly remembered there's something I haven't told you yet. I hope you won't be angry when you hear it."

Han Zhou's lips twitched, and he suddenly withdrew his hand, feeling that the chess pieces were a bit too hot to handle.

(End of this chapter)