My 26-Year-Old Female Tenant

As I marveled at how Mi Cai's dress resembled a wedding gown, Robben, who was sitting in front, turned his head to look at Mi Cai and chimed in, "It does look quite like a wedding dress."

I thought Mi Cai would be shy, but instead, she looked down at herself and after a long pause said, "It does a bit. You asked me to wear a white dress a long time ago. That was your intention, wasn't it?"

Her characteristic calm always fascinated me so much that I stared at her for a long time before saying, "Am I that far-sighted? It was purely a spur-of-the-moment idea today... Hurry up and get out of the car. Take a twirl, let me have a good look at you."

Someone teased, "Zhao Yang, Mi'er has come back in a wedding dress to see you. Shouldn't you, like a man, carry her out of the car?"

I raised my eyebrows at Mi Cai and said with a smile, "Since the crowd's call is so strong, let's oblige them."

Finally, Mi Cai blushed slightly, "Just one person and you call it a crowd, even adding a 'men' to it. That's really an exaggeration."

The usually reticent Robben spoke up, "Add me to that. Does that make it a crowd now?"

I gave Robben a thumbs up. Years of friendship with my "brothers in arms" were not in vain. Then I turned to Mi Cai and said, "If you still don't think it meets the crowd standard, I'll go shout in the inn and try to create a scene with a sea of people."