Bob Ginger was naturally overjoyed.
He sent a string of animated emojis, then went offline.
Mia Ginger looked at the computer screen and couldn’t help but smile, closing QQ.
Sitting in her chair, she stared off into space.
After less than a minute, she took her phone and went to the balcony.
Earlier she and Bob Ginger exchanged phone numbers, agreeing to contact each other over the weekend.
A thought crossed her mind, and she left Little Patten’s number.
In fact—
This QQ account along with her gaming account were initially applied for by Little Patten on her behalf, so when Bob Ginger suggested eting, she suddenly left Little Patten’s phone number.
The reason was actually very simple.
She wanted to end her online relationship with Bob Ginger.
But anwhile—
She didn’t want Bob Ginger to know she was "Wine" online.
Once she joined the Ginger Family, Bob Ginger had complained and cursed several tis during their conversations.
Now that they’re eting face-to-face, how would he handle it?
With his simple nature, he would undoubtedly feel guilty, self-reproachful, embarrassed, maybe even angry and resentful.
This was different from her author identity being revealed.
With their kind of conversations, she operated in shadow, while Bob Ginger was in the open; it could easily lead soone to feel as if she had been watching his jokes the entire ti.
Bob Ginger seed like a clown.
If possible, she’d prefer to tell a kind lie, preserving his dignity and secrets.
Moreover—
They had discussed so very private topics.
If Bob Ginger knew his first-ever exchange of such nature was with her, he might lose it.
Mia Ginger casually thought about it and found it a bit amusing.
She called Little Patten.
On the other end ca a cheerful voice, "Sister Mia?"
"Little Patten," Mia Ginger gently called out, laughing, "I have sothing I’d like to ask of you."
"Go ahead, not just one thing, a hundred things are fine."
"Uh," Mia Ginger laughed, "not a hundred things, just one. Rember that ga account you gave before? And the QQ account. I t a disciple in the ga, can you et with him for ..."
"You don’t want to et him, so why agree to it?" Little Patten asked, puzzled.
"I know he’s my biological brother; I just found out recently. I can’t refuse him wanting to et, just et once; there’s no need to maintain contact after."
"Ah, biological brother, what a coincidence!" Little Patten exclaid, then changed his tone, "But I don’t know him, nor what you usually talk about. What if I slip up?"
"You won’t. We just talked about gas at first, later..."
Mia Ginger paused slightly and continued, "Later we chatted about ’Wine,’ which are the novels I wrote. You’ve read a bit too, right? Just chat casually. I’ll probably be free then and accompany him, so you won’t give yourself away."
"Alright, no problem." Little Patten agreed straightforwardly.
They chatted idly for a few minutes, then hung up.
Louis Cox stopped nearby, looking at him inquisitively.
Little Patten hurriedly explained everything.
Louis Cox sized him up, furrowing his brow, "Why does she always reach out to you for help when stuff cos up?"
"Hehe, probably because I gave her that ga account."
"You gave it?" Louis Cox was taken aback, recalling briefly before kicking him, "Weren’t those accounts given by ?"
"Exactly."
"eting over the weekend? She and her brother together?" Louis Cox mused thoughtfully.
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