**Chapter 39: Aunt**
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**Chapter 39: Aunt**
After breakfast, Subaizhou stood up, went back to her bedroom, grabbed her bag, and seemed ready to go shopping.
"Watch the house. I'll be back soon."
Leaving those words, Subaizhou left.
Luoye didn't know where Xuejie was going. He returned to his room and continued writing.
He was either writing or on his way to write. He was truly a diligent little writing machine.
In the story of his novel, the male lead had given up on the second female lead he had crushed on for years, and his relationship with the female lead was getting better and better.
The comment section applauded and cheered.
Luoye began plotting the next part of the story. The male lead would fall for the female lead, and she would gradually fall for him too.
He, someone who had been single for eighteen years, was actually writing a romance novel. It was really something.
Soon, his morning writing session ended. Luoye sat in his chair, ready to scroll through short videos.
But he felt like he had forgotten something important.
What was it?
Luoye fell into thought.
Just then, his phone suddenly rang with a video call. The name "Aunt" appeared on the screen.
Seeing that, Luoye scrambled and quickly answered the call.
In the video, a noble-looking woman appeared. Her features could be described as delicate. She wore expensive earrings and a necklace, and her clothes looked very costly.
Though there were some traces of time on her face, Chenshaoman, who got facials every week, still looked elegant and charming.
"Oh, if it isn't our little Xiaoye."
The moment Aunt opened her mouth, it was an image-ruining sentence.
With a face like a noblewoman, she spoke in a cutesy voice, like a girl seeing a kitten, her eyes full of affection.
Luoye's forehead darkened, but he couldn't get angry.
No one in this family could get angry at Aunt. No one dared.
Chenshaoman's personality in her youth was that of a*****. To put it nicely, that was it. To put it bluntly, it was a manipulative personality.
In Uncle's words, this wasn't manipulation—this was his dear little sister.
So Uncle was completely wrapped around her finger, bewitched by Aunt every day. Whenever Aunt cried, Luoye and Gumingxuan would get beaten up by Uncle.
As a result, Aunt was treated like a treasure in the whole family, even though she was no longer young.
Seeing Luoye's expression, Chenshaoman looked hurt and muttered softly, "Little Xiaoye hasn't seen Aunt in a month and hasn't even called her back. Aunt is really sad."
"No... I've been busy, hahaha. Aunt, how have you been lately?"
"Very bad."
Chenshaoman shook her head, her face full of worry. "I only have one little nephew. For this entire month, I've been thinking every day about whether my little nephew is living well at school, eating well. That bastard Gumingxuan actually went abroad just when you started school. So infuriating."
(Gumingxuan: Am I not your only son?)
Seeing Aunt rambling on to herself, Luoye smiled wryly. "Aunt, what did you call about?"
"What? Little Xiaoye, now I can only call you when I have something? Saying that really breaks Aunt's heart. Boohoo."
A drop of cold sweat trickled down Luoye's forehead.
He forced a gentle smile. "Aunt, that's not what I meant. I think about Aunt every day too. Aunt can call me anytime."
The reason Gumingxuan said Luoye was good at taking care of girls was exactly this.
Having lost both parents, Luoye received even more affection in the Gu family than Gumingxuan did, which also meant more pressure than Gumingxuan.
It was the pressure from Chenshaoman.
"Saying that makes Aunt happy."
Chenshaoman immediately beamed, her mood turning sunny as if the person who had just been sad wasn't her at all.
"Little Xiaoye, today is your birthday. Since you didn't come home, Old Gu and I were thinking about what gift to give you."
Hearing that, Luoye felt a warmth in his heart and smiled slightly. "Aunt, you and Uncle raised me. That's already the best gift."
"No way. How can my Chenshaoman's nephew have a birthday without a gift? Old Gu, transfer fifty percent of your company shares to Little Xiaoye."
Hearing that, the corner of Luoye's mouth twitched.
In the video, Luoye's uncle, Gurancheng, walked out with a wry smile and said helplessly, "Honey, I may be the chairman, but I don't even own fifty percent of the shares myself."
"I don't care. Figure it out."
"Why aren't you taking action?"
"You don't love me anymore."
"Boohoo, Old Gu, you don't love me anymore. Boohoo."
Chenshaoman's tears came as easily as if on cue, falling like little pearls. Gurancheng immediately panicked and crouched down to comfort her.
An old couple nearly fifty years old, still acting like young lovers, calling each other "baby"—Luoye found it hard to watch.
While they were showing off their love, Luoye made eye contact with his uncle and then hung up.
Gurancheng's company, though not a top conglomerate in Jingcheng, was among the best in the country when it came to game development.
Aside from the company that made the battle royale and Honor of Kings games, no one could compete for the number two spot.
The company shares were held by Gurancheng and Gumingxuan, totaling fifty-five percent, giving them primary decision-making power.
Luoye owned none.
Anyone with eyes could see that Luoye's personality wasn't suited for handling company matters or being in a leadership position.
If Luoye became a leader, he would probably help count the money after the whole company was sold.
So Luoye just needed to grow up carefree. He had no desire for that kind of thing anyway, so Chenshaoman's words just now were just a joke.
Besides, Luoye's personality wasn't suited for holding shares without being involved in company affairs either.
He was too easily taken advantage of.
A young man under twenty couldn't possibly handle a group of company shareholders in their forties and fifties.
But Gumingxuan was different. He had been raised since childhood as Gurancheng's heir, so his resume was extremely impressive, as if he had a protagonist's halo.
As for Luoye, he grew up carefree.
Having already lost both parents, neither Chenshaoman nor Gurancheng wanted to put any pressure on him. They only wanted him to follow his own heart and do what he wanted to do.
After ending the video call, Luoye finally realized what he had forgotten.
Today was his birthday.
But he was in Jiangcheng now, and it was the seven-day holiday. His roommates were all gone.
It looked like he would be spending this nineteenth birthday alone.
Well, not quite...
He still had his wonderful readers.
At the end of today's update, Luoye wrote one sentence.
"Happy birthday to me."
Soon, in the paragraph comments, readers sent their blessings one after another.
Although these readers were usually** with the plot, and sometimes even cursed, at critical moments, everyone was very gentle.
They were truly lovely readers.
- Writer
