One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

Qing'er's expression stiffened at that. She was a little dazed and stared at Youyou for a moment. On the other hand, she felt a little disappointed.

Her disappointment was so obvious that the boy had to ask, "What's the matter? That look."

"The sort of friends I meant, isn't this sort!"

"Mmm? What sort then?"

"I hope… my friendship with Youyou will be special. I mean…" She couldn't put the feelings into words.

Qing'er felt rather clumsy trying to explain. The truth was, she wanted to be Youyou's most special friend, the best and the closest, so that they could share each other's secrets. It would be a friendship that was better than any other child's in the class. She would be his one and only good friend! A dear friend.

Except that Qing'er could not bring herself to say it. However, she secretly blamed herself for being greedy. She was already extremely lucky to be able to talk to the boy. Why should she be so demanding? Ultimately, she was able to talk to Youyou now.

"Then… from now on, we're good friends, right?"

The boy grunted an "uh huh", then looked back down at his novel.

Having received this response, Qing'er didn't have the heart to interrupt him further, for fear of annoying him. Quietly, she leaned across the table and, when the boy wasn't looking, surreptitiously took out the note with the boy's handwriting and read it several times.

The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. Youyou's handwriting was so beautiful. He must have been practicing his penmanship since he was a child?

As a child, she'd had the habit of practicing her writing, but she'd never been able to keep it up. Even so, she'd practiced for a long time, yet now she still couldn't write as beautifully as the boy.

In the car after school, Little Yichen noticed Youyou staring silently out the window and nudged his arm gently. "Have you finished your homework?"

Youyou glanced at him. It was only a glance, but he knew what Little Yichen was up to.

"You wish to copy?"

Little Yichen was suddenly distressed and felt embarrassed. "What do you mean by 'copy'? It's just a reference."

"What's there to reference from an answer?"

"Youyou, don't be so cruel! Let me have a look and understand your train of thought when answering the question."

"You dozed off in class and obviously don't know how to answer the questions. And now you're getting serious."

Youyou paused and gave him a disgusted look. "But you're clearly using your seriousness in the wrong place."

"…" Little Yichen pursed his lips in grievance and began to play the sympathy card.

"Big Brother loves you."

"…"

"Big Brother dotes on you."

"…"

"You're my favorite little brother…" Pouting, Little Yichen leaned towards the boy and made a move to kiss him.

Disgusted, Youyou extended his hand and pushed his face away. "Stay away. I'm allergic to idiots."

Little Yichen froze at the response. "Gong Fan?" he blurted.

The Youyou looking back at him had no gentleness in his eyes. Little Yichen was no stranger to the coldness and indifference in that face.

"What?"

Little Yichen opened his mouth to cry out, but upon seeing Gong Fan's extremely cold gaze, he swallowed his cry.

"It's you…" He pursed his lips and fell silent.

Gong Fan looked out the window and then glanced at Little Yichen, puzzled. "Where are we?"

"In the car."

"What car?"

The boy gulped and explained, "Um… in the car on the way home."