"Yes," I said smugly, twirling the hair near my ear as I scolded Lin Dong. "I'm that tomboyish sister-in-law of yours who fights over dishes at meals and uses public men's restrooms."
Lin Dong snapped out of his shock instantly. His eyes darted, and he flashed a flattering grin. "Sister-in-law, you're too modest. Though you differ from the rumors, at least the part about being fairy-like in beauty is spot on. Young as you are, you're already breathtakingly gorgeous."
Hmph, this slick adult. The moment he sensed my retaliation, he switched to sugar-coated flattery. He never holds back when mocking others, yet showers praise without restraint—making my cheeks burn. But this just paints him as the reasonable grown-up and me as a petulant kid.
I couldn't let him win. Grinding my teeth, I shot back: "Brother Dong, you're too humble. Though no rumors spread about you, you're so handsome it’s suffocating. I call you 'bro' with total sincerity."
"Enough. Drive."
Yejia Yin finally spoke. Her voice was soft, yet in the cramped car, it struck like thunder, jolting us two clowns mid-antics. I stole a glance—Yejia Yin’s face looked pale, as if disgusted by something.
I shrank back, sitting up straight like a well-behaved child. Lin Dong whipped around and hit the accelerator.
Just as I’d guessed, the wedding venue was far from the train station—nearly at the city’s opposite end. Surprisingly, this flashy car drove incredibly smoothly. Once on the urban highway, it sped like lightning with zero bumps.
Hmm, the Provincial City’s roads are definitely smoother than ours.
Overall, it wasn’t too bad. With windows open, it was chilly, but I didn’t get carsick for once. The drive took just over an hour, arriving at nine sharp. Yet we didn’t head straight to the wedding hotel—only to a building beside it.
Judging by its look, it must be the lodging place.
I barely stepped out when I froze. Men in black suits stood rigid as guards all around, chest devices blinking like communicators, forming a tight circle around the building.
If not for the plastic roses pinned to the front few men’s suits—symbols of the joyous wedding—the police would’ve been called already.
"So many guards? You’re being paranoid," I heard Yejia Yin say.
"Better safe than sorry," Lin Dong replied.
Their exchange reached me. So these men were Lin Dong’s doing—no wonder. This flashy display clashed with the Yeh Family’s usual low-key style.
Our Yeh Family’s true experts stay hidden, undetectable until the critical moment!
Ahem. Since I’m nearly married into the family, calling it "our Yeh Family" isn’t overstepping, right?
Next, I was ushered to rest in a room. At ten, someone would help with makeup and dressing. Yejia Yin left for other arrangements. I sat on the sofa, idly fiddling with my fingers.
Sigh. I really wanted to tell her I hadn’t gotten carsick and didn’t need rest. But I feared delaying her important tasks, so I stayed silent.
Seriously, I should’ve asked for her phone. Those yard guards all carried walkie-talkies—old-school but secure and reliable. Relying solely on mobiles for critical comms? What if telecoms glitch, hackers strike, or someone with special abilities jams the signals?
—That’d cause a major disaster!
The more I dwelled on it, the more convincing it felt. I even persuaded myself. Silently, I vowed to break Yejia Yin’s bad habit of using phones for vital matters.
This isn’t about playing around—I’m safeguarding the Yeh Family’s future! For the clan’s survival, I must take charge of Yejia Yin’s phone from now on.
A weekly 648 fee for safekeeping, plus a reward for my unwavering loyalty to the family… isn’t that… reasonable?
