Chapter 98: Impossible
Xia Yu: “……”
Seeing that Xia Yu still wasn’t reacting, Xia Ling hesitated for a moment, then confidently stated, “Two packs of spicy sticks, and no more.”
Looking into Xia Yu’s eyes, Xia Yu sighed helplessly and rare out, “I haven’t recovered from my injuries yet, so I can’t eat spicy sticks.”
“Ah? Really? That’s a shame.”
Xia Ling hesitated again and tried, “How about this, sister will buy you a snack, but only one. You know I don’t have much pocket money.”
It couldn’t be helped; to get Xia Yu to willingly put on that frilly dress, Xia Ling was really going all out.
Xia Yu didn’t understand why Xia Ling was so keen on having her wear dresses, but those were definitely girl clothes and she felt too awkward.
So, Xia Yu could only sigh once more, “Sorry, I really don’t want to right now.”
“Ah? Alright…”
As she spoke, Xia Ling released Xia Yu’s arm, feeling rather disappointed.
At this point, Xia Ling didn’t want to force Xia Yu either; if she didn’t want to wear them, that’s fine, but her voice had an endless sense of disappointment.
Xia Yu got back up and returned to her room for her faded short-sleeve shirt and shorts.
From the living room, Xia Ling observed this and couldn’t quite comprehend.
Why did Xia Yu dislike such pretty new dresses? Xia Ling just couldn’t fathom it. Plus, nobody in the house really cared about what Xia Yu wore anyway.
Three minutes later, Xia Ling broke the silence, “Sis, are you almost done? I’ve picked out a dress for you.”
“Mhmm.”
Xia Yu’s echo came from the bathroom.
But Xia Ling didn’t mind as long as she got a reply.
Indeed, during bath time, the family was always extra wary.
They’d secretly discussed with Xia Ling that when Xia Yu was in the bathroom, Xia Ling should chat away in the living room until Xia Yu emerged…
Xia Yu didn’t have her own hair dryer, so after bathing, she had to go to Xia Ling’s room to dry her hair. Otherwise, she would just sit around all day, wet-headed.
Xia Ling was super eager, following Xia Yu and excitedly offered, “Just relax, sis. Let me handle the hair-drying.”
She didn’t give Xia Yu a chance to refuse, snatched the sole hair dryer, and started testing its settings.
Xia Yu didn’t protest, allowing Xia Ling to playfully mess with her long, pretty hair.
After finishing Xia Yu’s hair, Xia Ling tied it into a cool high ponytail.
“Woah, what’s going on with the little ladies?”
Suddenly, their mother, Wang Wenjuan, entered the room, trying to tease Xia Tong who was always so serious. But Xia Tong didn’t even crack a smile.
Unbeknownst to their mother, Xia Yu was quite sensitive about her gender, and to make matters worse, Xia Ling’s teasing was making things worse.
Xia Yu’s refusal made Wang Wenjuan not bat an eyelid. She sauntered over, plopped down on Xia Ling’s princess bed, and addressed Xia Ling, “Alright, Little Ling, go ahead and take a bath. Xia Yu has me here for company.”
It turned out that Xiao Ling had summoned Wang Wenjuan beforehand as backup. Seeing Xia Yu without Xia Ling there would be way too stressful.
Xia Ling had total faith in her mother, “Okay, I’ll go bathe then.”
Xia Ling picked up a dress and underwear set she’d laid on the princess bed and prepared to head off. Suddenly, she paused, looked at the clothes in hand, and whispered something to her mother before leaving happily.
Seeing Xia Ling’s joy, Xia Yu sitting at the dressing table felt a premonition of doom wash over her.
Sure enough, after Xia Ling left, Mom immediately patted the princess bed next to Xia Yu, inviting her, “Xia Yu, what are you doing just sitting there? Come here and let Mom sit with you.”
Xia Yu hesitantly approached her mother, still feeling restrained.
Recalling the hushed words Xia Ling whispered earlier and examining Xia Yu’s current attire, Wang Wenjuan became convinced Xia Ling was onto something.
Grasping Xia Yu tightly, she urged, “Xia Yu, look at your old clothes. Isn’t it fun trying on Little Ling’s outfits? Don’t tell me you never wore them at New Year’s?”
Curious, those watery eyes darted to Wang Wenjuan.
Indeed, Xia Yu was baffled — did her mom really think he should try on girl’s cute clothes? Wasn’t that a bit perverted?
In fact, none of Xia Yu’s family—be it mother Wang Wenjuan or Xia Ling—thought wearing girls’ clothes made him weird.
Maybe it was simply Xia Yu’s identical pretty face to Xia Ling and the petite body that made people find her adorable rather than grotesque.
The only one who found this unsettling was Xia Le, who believed his younger brother’s transition was disgraceful.
Anyway, during New Year, no one protested when Xia Yu wore girl’s clothes—another clear sign.
Silence, Wang Wenjuan noted the dress lineup. Seizing two lovely dresses, she posed a question, “Which one do you like? If you’re scared, it’s just for home. Want to give it a shot?”
Xia Yu: “…”
Actually, the real reason behind this was that Wang Wenjuan wanted to experience the sensation of adoring her adorable twin daughters. Even if she thought Xia Yu was a boy, that was alright. Dressing him up would suffice.
Xia Yu was reluctant, but Wang Wenjuan was relentless, constantly changing dresses for Xia Yu to consider.
Faced with this, Xia Yu reluctantly accepted an acceptable skirt option, “This one…”
And about the dresses Xia Ling was holding, Xia Yu found them too childish with their giant girl faces printed on the front. She disliked that look.
For Wang Wenjuan, whether Xia Yu chose a childlike dress or another, success was achieved if Xia Yu agreed.
Naturally, she was thrilled and quickly found a top to match, “What do you think of this top? Looks great.”
“Mhmm, sure.”
Xia Yu sat quietly on the princess bed, resigned to her mom’s whims.
At least her mom wouldn’t intentionally harm her. Xia Yu mused.
Finally, Wang Wenjuan still wasn’t satisfied. She edged closer, smiling, and suggested, “Why not change here? Mom can’t wait to see you in a dress.”
Xia Yu: “…”
To avoid disappointing her mom, Xia Yu stalled, “Mom, get out. I’ll change here.”
“Fine, fine, my child is growing up. Mother understands.”
Wang Wenjuan knew Xia Yu needed privacy. She stepped out, leaving Xia Yu to lock the door before shedding her clothes.
Reluctantly, Xia Yu donned the skirt Wang Wenjuan recommended.
Inevitably, she saw her empty underwear and felt the loss.
With a heavy sigh, she hid this secret fearing her family would reject her.
Meanwhile, at the Demon City’s Jiang residence,
Jiang Kekai ate with her family despite lackluster interest.
All the delectable dishes and friendly company meant nothing to her.
Suddenly, she stood up boldly, determined, “I’ve decided. I’m going to transfer schools to be with Xia Yu.”
Jiang Bin rubbed his temples, “Kekai, I’ve said it before. That child used to be a boy, and now he doesn’t function that way anymore. You two won’t happen.”
“I don’t care, I’m going. I love her,” Jiang Kekai retorted stubbornly.
Clearly, this wasn’t the first time she’d made such a fuss.
