Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 318

"Even commemorating the 11th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China is not allowed!"

"no!"

"Sikong!"

He stared at the two men glaring at him.

Suddenly, Ao Ao realized a terrifying possibility: Eleven, Shen Zimo. Could it be that the Yi they were talking about was Shen Ziyi, the Shen Ziyi who was "famous throughout the world", "renowned far and wide", and "ruled the capital"?

Shen Ziyi, the one who "edited magazines," "invented football," and "led fashion trends"?

That Shen Ziyi, the one who's "lawless," "unreasonable," "pushes the limits," and "corrupt and accepts bribes"?

That Yi and Shen, Shen and Yi, are they talking about Mother?

Ah! Let him die! Could his mother be that legendary person?

Oh no! He's going to die! They say that guy can be terrifying when he gets into a bad mood!

"What’s wrong with you?"

Ao Ao was still confused and guessing, while Si Kong looked at him anxiously: "Ao Ao, Ao Ao."

If his mother really was Shen Ziyi, then his stories with the Grand Tutor, General Weiyuan, Lord Su, and Minister Shen are all true!

"Ao Ao... Ao Ao..."

The person who wrote stories, told legends, and painted murals was his mother!

"Ao Ao..."

--Clang--

What have you done to my son?!

I kicked open the door, and my Ao Ao stood there blankly, not reacting at all: "Chou Qian, what did you do to my Ao Ao! If you broke him, I'll kill you!"

"Eleven!" Zi Mo didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Ziyi!" The ugly monster stared at me blankly.

Lao Tzu's dazzling entrance was a success, full marks!

I ran to my son and, with great dramatic flair, cried, “Aoao! Who bullied you! Who disliked us, mother and son, and even scared you, who's tone-deaf, into being tone-deaf too! Who the hell has no conscience? Who's trying to cut off our livelihood?! Aren't they trying to force this lawless citizen like me to jump into the river and commit suicide?!”

"Ten...eleven!"

"Look! Someone's even mimicking my son's voice. Is it trying to remind me that my son's pronunciation is off?! Ah! Ah! I can't live anymore!"

Ao Ao was finally brought back to her senses by the noise from the person in front of her: "Mother--Mother."

"Ah! Ah! Ao Ao! My poor Ao Ao! Murder!"

Zi Mo nudged the woman who was yelling: "Eleven."

"Shut up, wait until I finish yelling. My Ao'ao, you've been wronged! Even cats and dogs dare to bully us! We might as well be dead!"

"Mother—Aoao—I'm alright!"

I was immediately displeased. At this point, even if there was nothing wrong, they would say something was wrong: "If there was nothing wrong, why didn't you go home? You were clearly being held hostage!"

"Eleven!" Zi Mo nudged me again.

I turned to look at him, tears welling in my eyes: "Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother." I'm so happy to finally see you, it's happier than seeing myself alive again! "I missed Fourth Brother so much! Waaah—waaah—"

I threw myself into his arms, and he slowly hugged me, choking back tears as he said, "Eleventh... Fourth Brother's Eleventh."

"Yes! I miss Fourth Brother."

"Fourth Brother misses you too."

"Waaaaah--waaaah--" This embrace feels like it's been so long since I've been here, yet it also feels like I've never lost it. Zi Mo, Zi Mo, Zi Mo, the only person I've wronged: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you worry, I shouldn't have made you wait until you lost hope for some vague reason, I shouldn't have been so immature and willful, I shouldn't have left you alone in this boundless empire.

[Beauty's Smile: Chapter 127]

"Don't cry on National Day."

"Waaah--Fourth Brother--Waaah--I miss Fourth Brother."

"If you cry again, people will laugh at you."

"Anyone who dares to laugh, I'll kill them!" I wiped my tears and got up from his embrace.

Zi Mo just looked at me like that. Looking at me made him content. Looking at me made him feel like he had everything.

What a wonderful support you could have, but why did it have to be my brother? If it weren't him, if there were even the slightest possibility, I would have abandoned everything to go with you...

Zi Mo affectionately ruffled my hair: "You've become even more beautiful in November."

"I'm handsome."

Zi Mo almost choked up as she spoke: "Yes, Eleven is very handsome. Eleven has always been handsome. My Eleven is the most handsome."

I looked at him with gratitude, for his unwavering devotion, for the pain he caused me that made me lose myself. Zi Mo, my dearest Zi Mo, when will you stop loving me so much, stop caring about me so much? If that day ever comes, you can just die!

"When are you coming home for the National Day holiday? Your fourth brother is waiting for you to come back. The house is still reserved for you. Your fourth brother has cleaned it very well. You're just waiting for the National Day holiday so you won't be angry with your fourth brother anymore and can come back."

"Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother, Zi Mo..."