Chapter 10, Junior Sister (10)

Sheng Junshu pushed the roasted chicken towards Zhang Sen and casually replied, "What rules are there to speak of"

Wang Juan stood there, her face a mixture of shame, emotion, and anger, urgently advising, "Elder brother, this is against the rules"

Before she could even crouch down, Sheng Junshu skillfully supported her arm and lifted her up: "Aunt Wang, there is no need."

This convenience must be implemented

He finally understood why, after they had giggled, they insisted on having another photograph taken.

"... ... Good." Sheng Junshu, facing countless mocking gazes, lowered his outstretched hand and naturally placed it on Hengnan's shoulder

The small investigator has reviewed the maintenance records of the residents in the Changhai Community, specifically for Building 1, Unit 3, which is the building where Li Mengmeng currently resides. The security window on the first floor has fallen four times in the past twenty days, all during the late night hours, fortunately without causing any injuries

Subsequently, Sheng Junshu was awakened by a rustling sound of laughter

Hengnan slowly walked over from the corridor, silently approaching him. He reached out and took her hand, which was as cold as a jade shoot. When she struggled slightly, he tightened his grip a little, and she allowed him to pull her to the front of the chair

Usually, she does not feel that Hengnan is wronged, but at this moment, seeing Hengnan standing far away in the shadows, Sheng Junshu's heart felt as if it had been suddenly pricked by a needle. He waved his hand and said, "Hengnan, come here."

This list, Sheng Junshu stacked several documents and laid them flat on the table: "It seems a bit off."

but the tone unconsciously softened: "... ... I understand, Aunt Wang."

Sheng Junshu noticed that the rigid body of the person beside him gradually became soft, leaning towards him as if it were about to melt. After a pause, the hand that had gently rested on her shoulder gradually applied more pressure, transforming into a supportive gesture to correct her sitting posture.

Sheng Junshu was taken aback by these words

"Brother Sheng," she raised her head, wanting to say something, but ultimately lowered her eyelids. "This great responsibility of reviving the millennium rests upon your shoulders. We, with our humble skills, cannot assist you in any way. I only hope that you take yourself seriously and take good care of your health."

Upon seeing him arrive, the woman suppressed her joy, respectfully offering her greetings: "Master."

Sheng Junshu placed both hands on the armrests of the chair, his ears automatically filtering out the inherent conflicts between the two old acquaintances from the same sect, as he glanced at the mountain of sumptuous dishes before him and timely interrupted: "Come over and eat together"

What you do not know is that the lady is exhausted every night and sleeps the entire day

The elderly woman, around sixty years of age, has hair that is half black and half silver, styled in a bun at the back of her head, secured with a short black hairpin resembling a twig. She is dressed in a simple short cotton-linen shirt in the Chinese style, and her large hands, which are calloused from years of hard work, resemble those of a man. Due to her large frame and slender build, she appears quite spirited.

She tilted her head, her lips hovering just one centimeter away from his cheek, skillfully pausing. Her eyelashes drooped, seemingly finding such coordination rather uninteresting. A light breath brushed gently against his cheek.

Move your shoulder a little closer

The atmosphere suddenly became lively

A well-meaning person, caught in the middle, shouted: "Sister-in-law, give President Sheng a kiss."

Wang Juan let out a sigh and quickly gathered the lunch boxes in one place

Alright, alright, alright! Just like that, wonderful!

Sheng Junshu neatly placed several documents into the file bag: "Go check out this clinic in Changhai Community when you have time."

Three individuals awkwardly squeezed together at a table, holding chopsticks.

A group of people in the living room, upon seeing the weary and dust-covered Sheng Junshu return, quickly stood up and warmly and enthusiastically shook hands.

I opened it and took a glance, and could not help but look at it again in front of me

Sheng Junshu was somewhat surprised by her being well-informed: "Indeed."

He heard that the last couple for whom the civil affairs department came to handle the marriage formalities was a pair of disabled individuals with high-level paraplegia who could not move; the couple before them was an elderly couple in their eighties who had difficulty walking

She has just returned to her senses and is still timid. Once she is well, I will take her to meet old acquaintances

The aroma of food permeated the room, and five or six plastic food containers were already spread out on the desk. An elderly woman was bending over beside the table, taking out the seventh plastic container from the thermal bag and unfastening the clasp.

The mobile background wall slowly unfolds, red in color, vibrant as a flag

Someone smiled and shook the small box in their hand: "Sister-in-law has also sent wedding candies, so Mr. Sheng, please don't be polite."

This delicate and almost imperceptible breath is extremely unfamiliar, resembling a snake that slowly and methodically exhales its tongue, entwining itself, and also akin to a ghostly smoke that spirals and lingers.

Hengnan's eyelashes fluttered slightly

In emergencies, the situation is different; the only thought in his mind is to kill the enemy, leaving no room for anything else. During leisure time, even in their past life when they were the closest, Hengnan and he merely sat shoulder to shoulder, engaging in casual conversation. Hengnan is polite and reserved, and he has never overstepped any boundaries.

A facade of harmony concealing a lack of true connection

The people in front of the camera were huddled together, stifling their laughter as they watched him, as if witnessing a joke: "In ten minutes, you two will be legally married, and Mr. Sheng can dispense with the gentlemanly manners"

Sheng Junshu sat, gazing ahead, with half of his body completely numb

Sheng Junshu's mailbox was filled with complaints, which he simply dumped out without a second thought. He no longer needed to eat, so he was indifferent to what he consumed. His routine meals were merely to maintain the appearance of being human and to replenish his vitality.

Once, I heard the elder speak, saying that malevolent spirits and vengeful spirits mostly linger within a small area. Wang Juan furrowed her brows, questioning, "After all, they are entities that defy the laws of heaven and earth. If they run about carelessly, they can easily dissipate. Why do they continue to flit back and forth like this?"

Sheng Junshu understood that although Wang Juan called him "master" repeatedly, over the years they had relied on each other, and she treated him more like her own son with affection

Thank you. Sheng Jun remained composed as he shook hands with each person, his feelings quite nuanced, "I appreciate you making an exception to come here."

Sheng Junshu said: "Haven't you seen what a security window looks like? Metal vertical bars form a natural 'cage'. Zilie posted a talisman for attack outside the gate; she didn't dare to enter and could only climb through the window. How can one get in without breaking the 'cage'?"

The two girls whispered and laughed: "Still so reserved. I didn't see it coming, so innocent."

Hengnan naturally did not come directly over.

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pure affection

Wang's face displayed a look of disdain, and he let out a muffled grunt from his nose: "There is good grain, yet it rots in the granary, and I will not give it to livestock or thieves."

Zhang Sen felt a chill run down his spine: "In the past twenty days, she, she, she has climbed up there four times?"

Sheng Junshu turned to look at Hengnan. The girl beside him sat upright, staring blankly at the air in front of her, her curled eyelashes forming a beautiful arc, completely still

Several staff members gathered in front of the camera, seemingly indicating that something had gone wrong. After a while, the group of people huddled together suddenly erupted into a fit of whispered laughter

Wang wore a pair of cloth shoes, sitting upright and properly, sending grains of rice into his mouth one by one

Too close

"You're welcome," said the person in uniform with a smile. "Our superiors understand that General Sheng is busy with work; it's not as if he is on call every single day of the year, is it?"

... ...

Zhang Sen opened his mouth, unable to argue: "Do you still hold a grudge about the matters from the Year of the Monkey in the Month of the Horse?"

Moreover, in this thousand years, no woman other than Aunt Lily has spoken to him within a distance of forty centimeters

Zhang Sen leaned in closer, peering at the spot where Sheng Junshu's fingertip was pressed, and realized: "... the flow order numbers are exactly the same"

Wang Juan paused for a moment and forced a smile, saying: "As long as the second sister is well, I do not need to see her"

Sheng Junshu is still reviewing the materials provided by Jiang Sheng

The entire group photo is filled with four large characters

Sheng Junshu turned her head, while Heng Nan stood helplessly in the shadow of the corridor

The two individuals on the marriage certificate, the man is handsome yet has a serious expression, while the woman is beautiful but has a vacant look in her eyes, with a considerable amount of awkward silence between them

Zhang Sen was gnawing on a chicken leg: "The security window fell off, go find the property management, what does it have to do with us?"

Although Wang Juan was originally just a cleaning lady, the shortage of manpower in Yaoshan is quite severe, and having a cleaning monk available is undoubtedly essential to keep on standby.

It is not a passport photo, so don't be so serious

Wang Juan holds a position in the company, ostensibly responsible for the meals of the president. Complaints about her have never ceased, as employees have seen the meals she prepares, which are unremarkable and consist solely of lavish dishes, high in protein and fat. Sheng Junshu's office is located on the top floor of the building, and apart from department managers, very few have seen it, much like the emperor behind the curtain, evoking a sense of reverence in everyone. What qualifications does an untrained housewife have to prepare meals for the president?

However, he left home at a young age to become independent, and upon entering the school, he became the eldest disciple. Over the years, his role as a caretaker and overseer towards his junior brothers and sisters, adopting a demeanor of an elder, has made him somewhat unaccustomed to the affection and care from others. He often feels that others regard him as a youth, as a child, which he finds quite strange

Lean your head a little closer

The staff clapped their hands and said, "It's OK."

Zhang Sen held a lunch box, devouring his food on the sofa. When he noticed someone looking over, he displayed the lunch box and said: "Boss, look at how you treat your subordinates differently. I only have a fried rice with one egg and sausage."

Two individuals sat in front of a temporarily moved stool, effortlessly capturing a photograph.

Sheng Junshu fell silent for a moment, shifted slightly towards Hengnan, and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder from behind

Her eyes narrowed slightly, like vegetation yearning for sunlight, unable to resist this warmth that can dispel all darkness and dampness

"Mr. Sheng, buy one get one free, taking advantage of this opportunity, let's take a closer photo to keep as a memento."

Sheng Junshu returned to the office after the meeting, past twelve o'clock noon

The document is printed in a blurred manner, and there is an item for the examination fee, which pertains to an otolaryngology examination

He took out the crumpled registration slip from the clinic behind the written materials

Everyone burst into laughter

Zhang Sen shifted his buttocks, dragged the chair over, and sat down opposite the desk. He stretched out his hand towards the roast chicken, prompting Sheng Junshu to tap his hand with a pair of chopsticks, causing him to hurriedly catch the pair of chopsticks that fell: "Go help your Aunt Wang move the stool."

A glance at the table reveals crystal pork knuckle, garlic roasted chicken, and a dish of braised spare ribs, all glistening in a rich, red sauce.

Sheng Junshu wished to refuse

This sentence nearly choked Wang to death

Not intimate enough. Several staff members expressed disappointment and began to offer guidance in a flurry of voices

Sheng Junshu adjusted Hengnan and stood up. Amidst a flurry of congratulations, he unexpectedly received two gilded red books.

Sheng Junshu adjusted her sitting posture carefully, placing her hands on her knees, and politely asked, "Is it ready?"

Here she comes, my sister-in-law is here

Today, she wore a formal deep sea blue dress for the first time, featuring a neat collar that accentuated her long neck. With makeup on her face, she dazzled Sheng Junshu, who momentarily closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he noticed Heng Nan's expression was awkward, resembling a child who had been painted and thrust into a crowd of strangers, clutching the hem of her dress, her dark eyes sparkling as she darted about.

It was not until I heard Sheng Junshu say, "Tell me about the situation over there," that I came to my senses and respectfully replied

Sheng Junshu curled her thin lips, just about to curse, when suddenly she felt a faint fragrant breeze brush past her cheek, causing her heart to stiffen

Yu Baihe held a feather duster and swept across the back of the genuine leather sofa, yet remained silent with a smile

Previously, Sheng Jun had touched her, and she was either in a daze or emotionally agitated, completely unaware that the dry and scorching warmth characteristic of the Yang Yan body could slowly flow from his warm palm, gradually circulating around her body from the shoulder that was in contact with him.

The photographer frowned at the camera: "Just a moment."

Her movements gradually slowed down, as if she had thought of something, and suddenly looked up: "Master, has the second sister returned, hasn't she?"

The so-called hierarchy and order, the principles governing the relationship between ruler and subject, have become increasingly distorted and chaotic since the young elder brother succeeded to the position of leader. Over the past thousand years, the rules of Yaoshan have become more and more askew, ultimately leading to a complete disarray of both the leadership and its conduct

Several staff members began to cheer: "They are all professional photographers, Mr. Sheng can rest assured"