Shen Xingyue and Yaoyao naturally knew each other; they were old rivals. They nodded to each other and took their seats.
The seating arrangement for the four of us was originally Shen Xingyue facing my aunt. Since they didn't change seats, Yaoyao and I had to sit separately. For a moment, I didn't know where to sit. It was Yaoyao who gently pushed me towards Shen Xingyue's side, and she ended up sitting with my aunt.
After their previous joint effort on Cui Ping Mountain, Shen Xingyue's hostility towards Yaoyao had lessened considerably. If it hadn't been for Yaoyao, Shen Xingyue probably wouldn't have survived that ordeal. Yaoyao had saved her life, so after sitting down, Shen Xingyue was very warm towards Yaoyao, handing her the menu and asking her to order drinks and snacks. They had just finished lunch, so it was now afternoon tea time.
On the other hand, Yaoyao seemed a bit shy, ordering only a glass of lemon water and nothing else. I ordered a cup of coffee and two tiramisus, then rang the bell for the waiter.
After ordering, the four of us sat opposite each other, and for a moment, no one knew what topic to start. My aunt kept looking from Shen Xingyue to Yaoyao beside her. As if she understood something, she suddenly hugged her shoulders, frowned, and stared at me, asking with her eyes, "What's going on?"
I couldn't explain, so I pretended to be oblivious, not understanding my aunt's body language.
Shen Xingyue saved me from the awkwardness by suggesting I introduce the recent operations of the streaming team to my aunt.
This rescue wasn't much of a help. I'm not Chen Lu; how would I know how they stream!
Fortunately, Yaoyao was involved in the streaming and briefly explained the types of live commerce, broadcasting platforms, and revenue.
"Wow, is live streaming this profitable?" My aunt was very surprised. She usually worked long hours and probably didn't watch streams much.
"It's just quick money, not something that lasts, and not exactly a proper job," I said, trying to smooth things over.
"That's right, that's right," Yaoyao followed my lead. "While we do live streams, we're also preparing for the civil servant exams."
I almost spat out my barley tea. They really dared to think that! With the cultural level of these vixens, they want to take the civil servant exams!
But it's not impossible. After all, in the interview stage, they would have a significant advantage.
My aunt waved her hand. "In any profession, there's always someone who excels. In this era, anything legal and reasonable that makes money is a skill. I fully support you doing this. Do you have enough capital? If not, I'll provide it! I'm not planning to get married anyway, and all my money will eventually go to Chengfeng. If Chengfeng gets married someday, all my money will be your dowry!"
It was true. My aunt had always said so before. She felt pity for me having no parents, so she considered herself my guardian, acting as both father and mother, and in fact, she did exactly that. When I was studying at Jinling University, she would visit me almost every week, treat me to meals, give me pocket money, and even got friendly with our dormitory manager to sneak into my room and do my laundry. Once, when my roommates had all gone out for the weekend, she even stayed overnight in our dorm and lectured me on life principles all night, which annoyed me immensely.
In short, she truly treated me like her son.
"No, no need," I quickly declined. We really didn't lack money. "Aunt, just keep the money you earned for yourself. I'll be the one to take care of you when you're old."
"...What exactly is your relationship?" Yaoyao was stunned, after all, my aunt wasn't much older than me (sadness allowed).
After a bit of casual chat, my aunt suddenly suggested going to my live stream studio. I dared not take her there and made an excuse, saying we were loading goods right now, it was busy and chaotic, so it would be better to go somewhere else.
"Oh, right," my aunt leaned across the table and whispered, "That problem of yours, has it recurred?"
"What problem?" I asked, confused.
"Can you tell them?" My aunt suppressed a smile.
"...Go ahead," I said innocently. What problem do I have? No problem!
My aunt leaned back, looked at Shen Xingyue, then at Yaoyao, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously, "I'll tell you two a true story that happened to Chengfeng. Don't be scared!"
"Please tell us," Yaoyao said.
"About three months ago, Chengfeng had a dream every night about a female ghost..."