Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 59 Call Me Yixia
Seeing that things had calmed down, Zhong Yin left with the kitchen knife.

She appeared with a kitchen knife not to intimidate anyone, but because she had been chopping vegetables in the kitchen and rushed out without putting down the knife after hearing the noise.

In the time that followed, she seemed quite busy and hardly ever appeared in the living room. She would occasionally go to the repair shop at the back of the house to see if anyone had come to fix their car.

Perhaps this is what an eldest sister is like.

Han Zhou sighed inwardly, thinking to himself that he was also a person with a hard life, without a father to love him or a mother to care for him, and still struggling to survive, yet he still had the heart to feel sorry for other people's difficult lives.

Mo Yixia was helping Zhong Ling pick up the chess pieces on the ground when she apologized, "I'm sorry, Sister Ling. I was too impulsive just now. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you like that."

Zhong Ling smiled and shook her head, indicating that she didn't mind.

"However, the pieces are all scattered, so we can't continue. Why don't you start over?"

Han Zhou knew that Mo Yixia was up to this trick, and immediately sneered, "No need, I remember the whole picture of the game at that time, and I can reconstruct it right away."

He has a photographic memory, making it easy for him to remember chess games. This ability would actually be perfect for playing mahjong and poker, but he hates gambling and won't touch those things. If it's just for entertainment, he doesn't need to use this ability.

Mo Yixia clearly didn't believe him; her eyes were practically overflowing with suspicion.

Han Zhou didn't say anything, and quickly reviewed the chess pieces, saying, "That's how it was back then. Next, it's senior's turn to move."

Zhong Ling stared at the chessboard silently for a while, then recalled for a moment and realized that it seemed to be exactly the same as before. She couldn't help but open her mouth slightly in surprise.

Mo Yixia remained silent.

The game continued, and Han Zhou, who already held a considerable advantage, was quickly defeated because Zhong Ling seemed somewhat distracted during the match.

She stared blankly as she was checkmated. Instead of quickly setting up her pieces and starting the next game as she had done before, she picked up her phone and sent a message asking, "Is this 'Han Zhou'? I'm afraid I mistyped it."

It turns out she had been thinking about the nickname all along, seemingly because she felt the previous nickname was too hurtful and she still felt guilty.

"it is this."

Han Zhou nodded as he looked at the message, but suddenly felt that this wouldn't work. He thought to himself that communicating by sending messages all the time wasn't going to work, and that he was just making himself mute. So he suggested, "Senior, you can just speak. I should be able to hear you if I listen carefully."

Zhong Ling gripped her phone tightly, her eyes dimming slightly. She had previously thought her condition had improved, so when she discovered that Han Zhou couldn't hear her, she assumed he was deaf. But later she learned that her problem had not only not improved, but had become more serious.

She opened her mouth, but quickly closed it, and typed: "My voice is too soft, you can't hear me."

"But we all heard you apologize just now."

"Yes."

Mo Yixia snatched Han Zhou's phone and said seriously, "Sister Ling, you can't communicate with your brother by sending messages anymore. Your voice is so beautiful, it should be heard by the whole world, not hidden away. So I'm confiscating your brother's phone for now."

Han Zhou was somewhat displeased. These were supposed to be his lines, so how did this guy steal them? Also, it wasn't me who sent the message, so why did you take my phone?
He looked at Zhong Ling and sincerely agreed, "That's right, senior. If it was as loud as just now, we could still hear it. Even if it's a little quieter, it doesn't matter."

The girl has the ability to make a sound, but it's unclear why her voice is so soft. Could the problem be psychological rather than physiological?
Zhong Ling was silent for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, I can't do it."

And that was indeed the case. In Han Zhou's eyes, she only moved her lips, but didn't make a sound.

However, he could roughly understand what the other person meant and said, "But you just did it, didn't you? We all heard it clearly. Why don't you try again?"

Zhong Ling hesitated for a moment, then simply shook her head slightly, rearranged the chess pieces, and prepared to continue playing.

Han Zhou didn't intend to force the issue. If it were so easy to solve, it would have been solved long ago. He wouldn't have had a chance to do it now. But then he saw Mo Yixia lean in again and press her phone screen directly against his face, coldly asking, "Brother, can you tell me how to pronounce these words?"

She had clearly seen the nickname Han Zhou had given her in his contact list. Perhaps that was why he had taken her phone in the first place. Now he was here to confront her.

Han Zhou quickly feigned ignorance, shifting his head back slightly, and said earnestly, "Little sister, if you don't understand something, you should look it up in the dictionary. You can't rely on your brother for everything. You must understand that some roads, in the end, you have to walk alone..."

"is it?"

Mo Yixia calmly held her phone up to Zhong Ling's face and said nonchalantly, "Then I'll just have to ask Sister Ling."

"This is outrageous!" Han Zhou grabbed her hand and said sincerely, "I think your brother will definitely be there for you for the rest of your life. Feel free to rely on me, there won't be any problem."

Mo Yixia looked down at her hand that was being held and chuckled, "You can't just say things like 'forever' carelessly, okay... brother?"

However, this answer seemed to satisfy her. She returned the phone to Han Zhou, stood up, and said, "Come out for a moment." Then she walked towards the door.

The game of chess was still going on. Han Zhou apologized to Zhong Ling and then followed her out. He couldn't help but feel a little relieved that Zhong Ling hadn't seen the nickname "Non-pure yellow-material agent," otherwise it would have definitely ruined his image.

Although Zhong Ling was very curious about what kind of notes were being added, she restrained her curiosity, sat on the stool, looked down at the chessboard, and waited quietly.

The two went outside, and Han Zhou, under the scorching sun, asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Yixia regained her composure and said calmly, "This family seems to be planning to have us stay for dinner. Did you and that woman just make some shady deal behind my back?"

Don't make it look like you're catching someone cheating...

Han Zhou ignored the second half of the sentence and asked doubtfully, "Really?"

He didn't realize that Zhong Yin intended to invite them to dinner.

"That must be it, otherwise they wouldn't have started preparing in the kitchen so early."

"That's good." Han Zhou smiled, this was an unexpected delight. "But was it really necessary to say this out loud?"

Mo Yixia said calmly, "You may have forgotten something. I have to be back before five o'clock, so I definitely can't stay. Besides, I don't like eating out."

She doesn't like to take off her mask in front of strangers.

Han Zhou pondered for a moment and said, "Then I'll take you back."

"No need, I'll just make up an excuse to go back by myself. You probably really wanted to stay for this meal, right? You'll have the nerve to come back and freeload again after you leave?" Mo Yixia scrutinized his expression.

Han Zhou said helplessly, "Can you please stop pointing out what I'm thinking every time? Is psychology really that amazing? I just can never guess what you're thinking."

"Do you really want to know what I'm thinking?" Mo Yixia stared into his eyes.

"Of course."

Mo Yixia was silent for a moment, then said, "And then you can take the opportunity to break into my heart and win over this not-so-pure, lewd agent?"

"I still prefer you calling yourself an innocent high school girl..."

Han Zhou also remained silent for a moment before saying, "Never mind, I suddenly don't want to know anymore."

He suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, didn't you say you had something you weren't telling me? Now that I've won the chess game, shouldn't you tell me?"

Mo Yixia was indeed hiding something from him, but she didn't intend to tell him. Instead, she said meaningfully, "You'll find out when you come to my house tomorrow. Remember not to be angry."

Han Zhou was exasperated. "Are you trying to film a suspense drama with me? Are you ever going to stop? Can't you just say it now?"

Mo Yixia didn't answer, but changed the subject, saying, "I'll cook again tomorrow. Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

"whatever?"

"Anything you can buy, but it depends on whether you're worthy of it."

Han Zhou pondered for a moment, then casually said the simplest thing, one he was sure he could answer: "Old Mo, I want to eat fish."

He wouldn't say he particularly liked eating fish, but getting Mo Yixia, who didn't like fish, to cook it was a small form of revenge, a way of "repaying" her for being sarcastic and sarcastic towards him all day.

"I knew you needed to boost your brainpower. Eating fish is fine, but don't call me Old Mo, it sounds awful."

"What's that called? Sister?" Han Zhou looked at her, puzzled. "Aren't you disgusted?"

"Have you forgotten the exchange condition for us changing our names? You can even remember a chess game, so you'd better remember what I said from now on."

Mo Yixia sighed and turned to walk into the house.

"Call me Yixia."

(End of this chapter)