Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 239 Brother Won't Hit You

What does that mean? Child? Replacement? Is that what they think it means?!

The young woman in front of me, whose face even looks a little younger than the "young master," is actually the "young master's" mother?!

OMG……

At the same moment, the players at the table felt as if there might be something wrong with their eyes.

So, can wealthy wives really maintain their youthful appearance so well?

Confused as they were, shocked as they were, the players naturally followed suit, picking up their teacups in response to the young woman's gentle attitude.

After finishing her tea, Xu Han couldn't help but mutter to herself, "My God... she's a mother at such a young age?"

She even looks much younger than her son.

He Lingling, who overheard these words, was speechless.

What should I do if I feel even more inclined to call the police?

“Yuan Jing is sometimes too playful.”

The young woman, having finished her tea, placed the teacup on the table and gave Yu Shijiu a slight smile.

"You look very young, can you let it go?"

Yu Shijiu raised an eyebrow slightly. He looked at the young and beautiful face of the woman opposite him, his mind wandering, and a smile appeared on his face as well.

“…Of course,” Yu Shijiu smiled and shook her head, “I won’t hold it against him.”

He's just an NPC who doesn't seem very bright, what's the big deal?

The young woman seemed relieved. She waved to the elderly housekeeper beside her, whispered a few words to her, and then looked up.

"I'm sorry everyone, I haven't been feeling well lately and I may not be able to have this meal with you."

The young woman said, "Butler Liang, remember to serve each guest a Black Forest mousse cake after the meal."

The old housekeeper bowed her head and replied, "Yes, madam."

Yu Shijiu's eyes lit up again when she heard that there would be cake after dinner.

He felt he was starting to like this young lady... Although she reminded him of some unpleasant memories, Yu Shijiu believed he wouldn't hold a grudge against her.

What's more, this lady even said she wanted to send me a cake...

After finishing her speech, the young woman nodded slightly to everyone and then turned and walked up the stairs.

He Lingling and Lu Chusheng's gazes remained fixed on the young woman.

For a moment, the former's pupils turned dark and empty, while the latter's gaze lingered on the young woman's slender waist and abdomen, lost in thought.

Lu Chusheng hesitated for a moment, unsure if he was overthinking things.

Only after the young woman's figure completely disappeared around the corner on the second floor did the players turn their attention away and begin to eat.

...This time, there was no way to refuse. There was a "Miss" and a butler next to them, unless they wanted to expose more flaws.

The "Miss" remained quiet.

Aside from briefly speaking up to stop the "young master" from hitting her when he became enraged, she kept her head down and ate silently without saying a word.

But she didn't speak, so Yu Shijiu, who had been "saved" by her, "had no choice" but to speak.

"elder sister?"

Yu Shijiu picked up a beautifully made meatball, put it in her mouth, took a bite, and then thanked the "Miss" with satisfaction.

"Thank you so much earlier, I almost got hit by the young master."

Despite this, Yu Shijiu had an indifferent expression on his face, and even stood up to pick up the big crab from the plate in front of "Miss".

"Miss":"……"

Her thoughts seemed somewhat sluggish. Her gaze slowly rose and landed on Yu Shijiu's face, her pale, bloodless cheeks twitching slightly for a few seconds.

"You're welcome."

In the tense atmosphere just now, no one noticed, but now the players realized that "Miss"'s voice was a little hoarse, with a stagnant feeling as if she hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Your brother won't really hit you."

"Miss" said.

"Why?" Yu Shijiu didn't believe it. He took a sip of orange juice, swallowed it, and said seriously:

"He looked like he wanted to punch me in the face."

Of course, it's uncertain whose face will be smashed in the end.

"Miss" shook her head after a few seconds of silence.

"Will not."

She spoke again in a hoarse voice, "Brother won't hit you."

It was repeated twice.

Lu Chusheng sensed something was wrong almost immediately. He looked at the "Miss" without showing any emotion, but felt that her words were not as normal as they seemed on the surface.

Something's not right—

Yu Shijiu, however, seemed oblivious to anything amiss. He suddenly widened his eyes and let out a wronged laugh:

"Impossible! He was definitely going to hit me! I don't believe anyone would be splashed with wine and insulted and not fight back!"

"Miss":"……"

She slowly raised her head, her gaze that had just shifted away returned, and she shook her head again, still expressionless.

"Brother won't."

After three consecutive "I don't know," even the slowest-thinking player realized something was wrong.

Several familiar players secretly glanced at the "Miss," and in the exchange of glances, they concluded that she must be mentally ill.

Of course, it could also be a clue from the game.

"why?"

Yu Shijiu persisted in pressing the matter, seemingly determined to get a reason.

The woman, diagnosed with a mental illness, shook her head again under further questioning.

There's no reason why.

The dark circles under her eyes revealed the weariness of years of poor rest. She slowly shook her head, looking very strange and sinister.

"Your brother won't hit you."

"..."

Because of the strange triple remark by "Miss," the atmosphere at the dinner table began to become odd.

Many quick-thinking players realized that the phrase "brother wouldn't" might be a clue. Their eyes met those of familiar players, and they secretly resolved to look for clues in this phrase that night.

Who knows, they might actually find it...

Thinking of this, some of the anchors secretly glanced at Lu Chusheng, who had remained silent, and felt their hearts pounding.

...If I could find the clues before Lu Chusheng, my reputation would probably surpass Lu Chusheng's by a large margin in the town.

This is the inherent weakness of human nature.

They admire strength and hope to surpass their opponents in some aspect in order to gain fame.

However, this type of player is still very rare. After all, most players are already exhausted just trying to survive each day, so they don't have time to think about whether or not to bet. It's already a very rare opportunity to encounter a veteran player carrying you to victory.

"Forget it, if you can't fight, you can't fight. I believe what you say, sister."

Yu Shijiu seemed to be getting tired of asking questions. He lazily finished the remaining sweet and sour pork on his plate and raised his hand, making an unusually loud noise at the table.

"Housekeeper, is the food ready?"