You walk just like a frog.

No, no, it should be that he can’t forget Ye Xiyang.

Then she thought, what does it matter to her if President Lin can’t forget Ye Xiyang? So she formatted his words from her mind, rebooted herself, and once again became the carefree Little Seven ^_^

>_

Actually, there was a dull ache in her heart ＝ ＝

In the end, the two brothers shared a room while Little Seven slept alone.

Because of the transmitter, Little Seven tossed and turned, unable to sleep, completely puzzled.

She sat up. Why is the transmitter inside him?

It had clearly been flushed down the toilet!

Little Seven tapped her head, wondering where she’d gone wrong.

How did the transmitter end up inside him?

……

Forget it, my transmitter.

Little Seven tried her supernatural ability.

It worked.

She quietly opened her door and tiptoed into the brothers’ room.

If they asked how she got in, she would say she was sleepwalking and didn’t know anything.

Deny it to the end—they couldn’t do anything about it anyway, haha.

She used her teleportation ability to get in.

The lights inside were still on.

She remembered that the last time she’d gone into Yichen’s room looking for the transmitter, he’d also slept with the light on.

Books said that people who slept with the lights on were extremely insecure and afraid of the dark.

No wonder Dr. Pan said Lin Yichen had psychological issues…

Sigh! Now wasn’t the time to think about that. The real question was how to retrieve her transmitter.

Little Seven glanced at Yiyang, who was sleeping on the side, then walked over to Yichen, bending down to look at his sleeping face.

Lin Yichen, why is my transmitter inside your body? If I take it out and it kills you…

Pfft, what nonsense. He’s as strong as an ox—how could he possibly die?

Little Seven shook off these wild thoughts, then sat on the edge of the bed, inching her head closer to Yichen’s chest.

She felt around his chest with her hand, listening carefully. Huh? Why couldn’t she sense the transmitter now?

Earlier she’d clearly felt it.

She felt around again, rubbing her head against his chest.

A voice came from above her head, “Do you want me to take off my shirt so your claws can have their way?”

“Yes, yes, yes…”

There was a moment of silence. Little Seven suddenly snapped back to reality.

She leapt up, reacting quickly, “Oh! How did I get here? Looks like I was sleepwalking again. Sorry, my sleepwalking’s acting up—you go back to sleep, just ignore me.”

Little Seven slipped out in a flash.

Yichen wondered why Xiyang’s behavior was so strange. But she’d lost her memory and was always odd, so thinking about her weirdness in the middle of the night just made him as strange as she was.

President Lin went back to sleep.

Early in the morning, Little Seven got up. When she saw Yichen, she immediately lunged at him.

Yichen sidestepped, and Little Seven landed face-first on the sofa.

Damn it, wasn’t he the one who liked hugging her?

Why did he dodge when she tried to hug him?

Unwilling to give up, Little Seven got up and grinned, “Good morning, President Lin.”

Yichen ignored her and sat down at the dining table, where Dr. Chen had already prepared a lavish breakfast. He smiled as he set out the food, “Good morning. Has Yiyang gotten up yet?”

“He won’t get up before nine,” Yichen replied, sipping his milk elegantly.

Little Seven’s eyes sparkled at the sight of breakfast. She grabbed her chopsticks and picked up a fried dumpling, ready to bite in.

“If you act like a refined lady,” Yichen said languidly, “then I’ll write off your debt to me.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

Little Seven straightened up and took a slow, delicate bite of her dumpling.

Yichen added, “I mean all your behavior, not just eating. If I catch you wolfing down food or walking like a frog, your debt doubles.”

“……”

That was a losing deal for her—clever Little Seven wouldn’t fall for it.

A blink of an eye and she saw right through him. Another one of his schemes.

With disdain, she said, “What is elegance? Can you eat it? Can you spend it like money? It’s more practical to eat to my heart’s content, so I’m going to finish all this delicious food.”

Then she shot Yichen a look of contempt, “You’re too much, trying to eat all the food yourself. Who would’ve thought a CEO could be this greedy? But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your gluttony. You know me—I’m always discreet.”

Yichen: “……”

Dr. Chen watched in amazement—this was the first time he’d seen anyone talk to Yichen like that and leave him speechless.

It seemed Yichen really liked this little girl.

“Yichen,” Dr. Chen said meaningfully, “not bad. I thought you’d be a bachelor for life. I’m happy for you.” He raised his milk glass, “Come on, let’s toast with milk. When you get married, don’t forget to invite me to the wedding.”

Yichen raised his glass and clinked it, “Of course.”

Little Seven’s mind was on the transmitter, not their conversation. She leaned toward Yichen and grinned, “I have a question. Do you have a tiny chip on you that glows?”

Yichen glanced at her, “No, but there is a glowing golden pig next to me.”

“……”

Little Seven ignored his jibe, “I’m serious. On your body—”

“There isn’t.”

“How could that be? I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Saw what?” Yichen genuinely felt Xiyang’s brain was getting worse.

Little Seven threw herself onto his chest, trying to listen for the transmitter.

Her head was pushed away, “Xiyang, if you keep throwing yourself at me like this, aren’t you afraid I’ll eat you up?”

“……”

Little Seven immediately put distance between them. “Let me make this clear: I’m not throwing myself at you. I was listening for… low-frequency sound waves. You can’t hear them, but I’m certain something very important is on you.”

Yichen raised an eyebrow, “So that’s why you snuck into my room in the middle of the night to peep at me yesterday.”

“……”

“You don’t understand how important that thing is to me,” Little Seven said gloomily. “I thought it had been flushed… destroyed. Who knew it was always there? You know, when you’ve searched and hoped for something and finally get a signal, life suddenly fills with hope. Anyway, you wouldn’t understand.”

Yichen just thought she was being crazy again, “Just eat. We’ll head back once you’re done.”

Head back?

Little Seven remembered her real purpose. “I can’t go back yet. I came here with Yiyang for work. If anyone’s going back, it’s you.”

President Lin’s face darkened, “Does he look like he’s working? It’s already late and he’s still not up. If you stick with him, you’ll end up like a pig.”

“……”

Seriously, calling her a pig again and again—wasn’t this too much?

After hearing it so often, she was starting to believe she really was a pig = =

Little Seven straightened up and looked down at him, “It’s only eight o’clock. How is that late? If it weren’t for my—well, that very important thing—I wouldn’t be up this early. You’re the one who’s eaten your fill with nothing to do, getting up before everyone else. If you’re not sleeping, you won’t let us young people sleep either.”

“……”

“Yiyang’s coming,” Dr. Chen interjected, “Yichen, your brother’s here. Remember to set a good example as the elder brother.”

Yichen glanced at Little Seven. As soon as Yiyang appeared, all her attention shifted to him. Yichen grabbed her hand, “Come on, I’ll take you to the banquet.”

“Huh? Banquet?”

Yichen knew how to tempt her, “Yes, a friend of mine is hosting a banquet today. There’ll be all kinds of delicious food, and you can eat as much as you want for free.”

Little Seven’s eyes lit up instantly, “Really? Let’s go!” Then she remembered Yiyang and turned to him, “Yiyang, I’ll be back soon. Wait for me, okay?”

“Let’s go,” Yichen said, pulling her away.

Yiyang was still groggy, barely aware of what was happening. By the time he came to his senses, the two of them were already gone.

Dr. Chen called him, “Yiyang, come have breakfast.”

“Oh! Okay!”

Dr. Chen was nearly finished eating. As he took out a sample of his perfume, he said, “Who would’ve thought your brother would like this type of girl?”

Yiyang paused, dumpling in hand, then took a bite.

“By the way, how did they meet? Your brother never seemed to have any girls around him all these years…”

“They met in college,” Yiyang said as he ate. “They started dating in university but later had a misunderstanding and were apart for years. Now they’ve gotten back together.”

“College sweethearts?” Dr. Chen was surprised. “That’s rare—separated for years and then together again. Not easy.”

Yiyang sat down beside him, picking up a sample vial to sniff as he watched Dr. Chen write on the bottle. “What are you writing, Doctor?”

“The name,” Dr. Chen replied. “Each perfume has its own name, just like people. You can identify someone by their scent.”

He handed one to Yiyang. “Smell it—see if you can guess what plant it’s made from.”

Yiyang took a whiff, his gaze darkening. “This one’s made from daisies.”

Dr. Chen was impressed, “Not bad. I didn’t expect you to identify it right away.”

Yiyang dropped his gaze and picked up another sample.

Meanwhile, Little Seven thought President Lin was taking her straight to the banquet, but instead, he took her to a shopping mall.

His reasoning: “There’s not just food but also games and dancing at the banquet. Formalwear is required.”

All Little Seven cared about was eating—she had no interest in dancing. But wearing formalwear didn’t matter as long as the capitalist was paying.

This time, Little Seven was smart. Before buying clothes, she made it clear to President Lin, “You’re buying this for me, right? You said I don’t have to pay you back.”

Our Little Seven, greedy only for food and nothing else, picked the cheapest dress she could find—only a few hundred yuan, even though it looked just like an evening gown.

However…

In the fitting room, Little Seven felt like she was being tortured. She couldn’t zip up the back of the pink dress.

Why not? She’d always worn size small.

Little Seven checked herself in the mirror, pinching her cheeks and then her waist. It seemed, perhaps, she’d gained weight.