Chapter 59: She is Waiting for Him to Knock on the Door!

Mister? Over seventy years ago?

These two terms combined together made both Song Jiaru and Xu Yunzhou outside the screen freeze, as if hearing some Arabian Nights tale.

Wu Xiuyun, however, paused. Water rapidly gathered in those eyes that had seen all the vicissitudes of life, her voice trembling slightly:

"When... when will he be able to come see me again? Even if... just to meet once?"

As she spoke, her aged eyes were already brimming with tears.

That was not the sentimentality of an ordinary old person, but the deepest longing of a soul that had held onto a certain promise through long years, waiting for almost a whole lifetime.

"Grandma Wu, the 'Mister' you are talking about is..."

Song Jiaru subconsciously turned her head, looking at the illusory figure of Xu Yunzhou behind her that only she could perceive.

Astonished and uncertain in her heart, she used her inner voice to speak to him,

"Big Brother, is she talking about you?"

Wu Xiuyun realized there were outsiders present now and it was inconvenient to talk deeply. She quickly reined in her exposed emotions, her tone carrying a cautious plea:

"Jiaru, I am staying at the Chengzhou Hotel nearby. Tomorrow... tomorrow if you have free time, can you come keep this old bone company and chat?"

Looking at the expectation and tears in the old person's eyes, Song Jiaru hurriedly nodded:

"Grandma Wu, don't say that, I will definitely go accompany you tomorrow! I'll accompany you to properly stroll around Chengzhou!"

After seeing the two old people off, Zhang Ying closed the door, the doubt on her face even heavier. Pulling her daughter's hand, she asked:

"Ruru, who... who exactly are they? The way that old gentleman saluted, and the imposing aura of that old grandma... they feel like they aren't ordinary people."

Song Jiaru hesitated for a moment, took out her tablet computer, quickly searched up Wu Xiuyun's photo and official introduction, and handed it in front of her mom.

Zhang Ying took the tablet and looked carefully for a few glances, especially when she saw words like "Founding Father" and "Illustrious Military Exploits," she abruptly drew in a breath of cold air, her eyes widening roundly, her voice changing pitch:

"Wu... Wu Xiuyun? That old General Wu from the founding of the nation? Ruru, how... how could you know her?!"

Song Jiaru didn't dare to tell the thrilling encounter from tonight, afraid of scaring her mom, so she could only speak vaguely and made up an excuse:

"I just met her by chance on the plane. Grandma Wu said... she said she likes listening to me sing, and we chatted quite congenially, so she dropped me off on her way."

After chatting simply with her mom for a few more sentences and comforting her, Song Jiaru hurriedly rushed into her room.

Without even caring to take a shower, she closed the door and eagerly called out in her heart:

"Big Brother! Big Brother! What exactly is going on? The 'Mister' Grandma Wu mentioned refers to you, right? A task from over seventy years ago? This... this is too unbelievable!"

In front of the screen, looking at Wu Xiuyun's illustrious achievements on the browser, and associating it with her sincere and earnest "Mister" just now, Xu Yunzhou only felt his scalp go numb.

Coughing dryly, he forcefully maintained his calmness:

"This... the specific situation, you can ask old General Wu face-to-face tomorrow, won't it be clear then?"

In his heart, however, he was screaming crazily:

What the hell! I don't know anything!

"Thank you Big Brother... for protecting me all along."

Song Jiaru's voice pulled him back from the storm in his heart.

She cast her gaze around her bedroom, a cozy space saturated with an innocent, youthful charm and a profound sense of security.

The nerves that had been strung tight all night finally completely relaxed after closing the door. A sense of collapse and stability from surviving a disaster enveloped her.

She kicked off her shoes, threw herself onto her soft large bed, opened her arms, and acted softly and coquettishly toward the empty air:

"Big Brother, hug me okay? I was really scared to death tonight..."

Looking at the young girl on the screen who was unguarded and wholeheartedly relying on him, Xu Yunzhou shook his head and smiled bitterly in helplessness:

"I really want to, I've wanted to for over a decade!"

Song Jiaru's brows and eyes instantly curved into crescents:

"Over a decade? So exaggerated, I was only in kindergarten back then, right?"

She suddenly seemed to discover something incredible, blinking slyly,

"Wow, Big Brother, you couldn't have been hiding nearby having designs on me since back then, right?"

Xu Yunzhou couldn't help but roll his eyes.

The time dimensions the two were in were completely different; they indeed couldn't chat on the same wavelength.

Song Jiaru lay quietly on the bed for a while, feeling her heartbeat gradually calm down.

She experienced too much tonight, from almost being kidnapped to meeting the mysterious old general; her chaotic thoughts needed time to settle.

"Big Brother, I'm going to take a shower."

She stood up, deliberately put on a stern little face, and raised a finger,

"No peeking oh!"

Song Jiaru gently exhaled, turned around, and walked into the bathroom.

Not long after the pattering sound of water stopped, the bathroom door was gently pushed open.

Amidst the dense steam, she walked out wrapped in a silk bathrobe, her bare feet stepping on the floor, leaving shallow wet marks.

She didn't turn on the main light, only the mirror light cast a circle of warm, hazy halo, outlining her silhouette exceptionally softly.

She stood quietly in front of the mirror, but her gaze didn't stay on herself. Instead, through the mirror's reflection, she locked onto Xu Yunzhou behind her.

"Big Brother,"

Her voice was softer than usual, carrying a bit of hoarseness,

"You've watched me for so long... do you feel that my figure... is getting better and better?"

Outside the screen, Xu Yunzhou abruptly took a deep breath, feeling the air in the room become thin.

In the middle of the night, watching the newly minted national goddess fresh out of the bath through the screen asking this kind of question, it was simply torture!

"...Mhm."

He could only emit a vague syllable, his Adam's apple rolling subconsciously.

Receiving a response, Song Jiaru seemed encouraged.

She extended her slender fingers and slowly drew a heart shape on the mirror surface covered in water mist.

"Big Brother, I was so scared tonight. I was so afraid that before seeing you, I would be... by other people. I, I only belong to you. If that kind of thing happened, I would rather die..."

"You are not allowed to say such silly things!"

Xu Yunzhou immediately clicked [Reward]. A gentle hand of light surfaced out of thin air, softly caressing the top of her hair, carrying reassuring power.

"Promise me, no matter what happens in the future, surviving is the most important thing, everything else is secondary! You girl, why are your thoughts so... antique?"

"Those external things, the so-called purity, are not worth mentioning in the face of life! Remember, live well, live happily, don't forget we still have the 2025 appointment!"

Song Jiaru fell silent for a moment. She raised her hands and gently untied the sash of her bathrobe.

The silky smooth fabric obediently slid down along her shoulders, piling up at her feet, allowing her youthful and moving body to be displayed unreservedly in the mirror.

She looked at Xu Yunzhou behind her through the mirror, her eyes rippling with water light:

"Big Brother, we agreed, 2025..."

Her voice grew lighter and lighter, carrying an alluring sticky softness,

"I'll go to Binzhou to hold a concert. I will book the 'Cambridge Romance' suite at Qiushui Manor early on. I checked, it's a retro Republican-era manor style, very elegant and romantic, you will definitely like it."

"When the time comes... you come find me a few days early, don't wait until the day the concert starts, okay?"

She paused, her gaze passing through the mirror surface, tightly "grabbing" Xu Yunzhou's line of sight:

"I want to be with you... right in front of the mirror... looking at you..."

Before her words fell, she adjusted her body's posture and angle.

Looking from the mirror, she was facing exactly the position of Xu Yunzhou's illusory figure, as if the two were intimately and tightly pressing against each other.

"My everything..."

Her voice panted slightly, carrying a moving tremor, like the most pious oath,

"From inside to out, from body to soul, has long been yours. I have always been waiting for you... to come personally inspect the goods."

Xu Yunzhou abruptly leaned back into his chair, taking a deep breath.

When this girl gets bold, it's simply fatal! Usually pure and lovable, who knew she had such a side!

He watched as Song Jiaru in front of the mirror tried changing a few more poses. Every movement was green yet hardworking, carrying fatal allure.

After quite a while, she finally stopped. Her cheeks were as red as fully ripe cherries, and she said with a voice as thin as a mosquito yet full of expectation:

"Big Brother... goodnight."

Looking at the screen, Song Jiaru finally hugged a soft throw pillow, curled up on the bed, and slept like an innocent child.

Xu Yunzhou didn't immediately click fast-forward.

He turned his head to look at the heavy night outside the window. A thought flared up like wildfire, no longer able to be extinguished—

The current Song Jiaru is exactly five kilometers away at Qiushui Manor, waiting for him to knock on the door!