Sensing her mother's gaze, Acheron turned to the side and introduced her.
"This is my friend. We ran into each other on the way, and since she happened to drop me off at my door, I invited her in for a visit."
Meeting the other woman's surprised gaze, Robin broke into a poised and graceful smile, reached out to greet her, and spoke in a polite and warm tone.
"Hello, Ma'am. I'm Robin, a friend of Acheron. Please forgive my sudden visit; I hope I'm not intruding."
As she spoke, Robin was just about to take off her sunglasses and baseball cap.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qing stood up abruptly, her movement so sudden that it not only startled Robin, but also caused Little Yao, who was curled up on the sofa, to jump in surprise.
Mo Qing's eyes were wide with disbelief as she stared, her finger pointing at Robin, her lips trembling slightly.
The next second, her eyes lit up, and she became visibly excited.
"You, you, you... are you, by any chance, Robin?!"
"Huh?"
Robin was stunned, not expecting to be recognized so quickly.
However, she quickly composed herself, nodded gently, and graciously admitted her identity.
Robin smiled in acknowledgment and slowly removed her sunglasses and baseball cap—a cascade of fluffy, pale purple hair tumbled down, accentuating her exquisite and beautiful face, while the small mole at the corner of her eye added a touch of playfulness.
Witnessing this, Mo Qing was instantly so excited that she covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide, her voice filled with incredulous delight.
"Are—are you really that legendary singer from the internet, the little diva Robin?!"
"You are too kind, Ma'am. Those are just empty titles rumored online."
Robin waved her hand with a smile, her tone perfectly balanced with humility.
Yet, facing the undisguised approval and praise in Mo Qing's eyes, the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily, revealing a lighthearted smile. The small mole at the corner of her eye seemed to dance, clearly showing that she was inwardly delighted by this genuine affection.
But Mo Qing shook her head repeatedly, refuting her with a serious face.
"How could they be empty titles? I actually think the reviews online are too conservative. Your explosive power when singing live, and the lyrics you write, are ten times more amazing than what people say online!"
Hearing this, Robin couldn't argue further; she simply curved her eyes and offered a gentle, polite smile.
She could tell that Mo Qing was incredibly excited at this moment.
If it weren't for the fact that it was their first meeting, she probably would have jumped up and started chatting away while holding her hand.
As she spoke, she walked a few steps in front of Robin, staring at her without blinking, her eyes filled with excitement and curiosity, as if she were examining a rare treasure.
Robin was not the type to be shy. Facing this direct gaze, she stood calmly in place, a faint smile on her lips, neither humble nor pushy, poised and composed.
After finishing her inspection, Mo Qing suddenly covered her mouth and let out an exclamation, her eyes sparkling.
"My goodness! You are ten times more beautiful in person than on the live stream! Your skin is glowing too; I'm so envious!"
Robin: ( ° ᷄ ◡ ° ᷅ 〃 )
Acheron: ( ๑ •. • ๑ )
Seeing her mother still so carried away by excitement, Acheron intervened at the right moment to remind her.
"Mother, mind your image. You should invite Miss Robin inside to sit down first."
Mo Qing slapped her forehead, a sheepish smile on her face. "Oh my, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was just so excited. Come in and sit! I'll go get some fruit."
Robin nodded with a smile. "Alright, Ma'am. Thank you for the trouble!"
Before long, Robin and Acheron were seated on the sofa in the living room.
Acheron maintained her usual cold demeanor, while Robin appeared much more relaxed. She leaned slightly against the back of the sofa, looking around the living room with curious eyes.
Watching her mother bustling about clumsily, Acheron took the initiative to explain.
"Please don't mind her. My mother is always like this at home. She may seem careless, but she is actually very warm-hearted."
"It's no problem. Since we are at home, there's no need to deliberately maintain decorum. Being able to completely relax one's body and mind is actually a joy."
Robin waved her hand with a smile, her tone gentle and considerate, fully displaying the composure and grace of a well-bred lady.
Acheron nodded slightly, a rare flash of helplessness crossing her eyes as she looked at her mother, who was walking over quickly while carrying a plate of fruit.
In the eyes of outsiders, her mother was always cold, elegant, and beautiful. No one would ever imagine that such a woman, already a wife, would show such a clumsy, lively, and authentic side at home.
"Sorry about that, dear. It's my first time seeing you in person, so I couldn't help but get a little excited."
"It's fine, Ma'am. I quite enjoy being like you at home, doing whatever I like as I please."
Robin responded gently, her tone very kind.
Upon hearing this, the smile on Mo Qing's face brightened instantly, and her eyes curved into crescents.
She suddenly leaned over to Acheron, who was sitting quietly to the side, and whispered curiously.
"Acheron, where did you meet such a wonderful friend?"
"We met by coincidence for some reasons in the past."
"Is that so?... Then let Mother ask, how is your relationship?"
"It's fine. Do you need something?"
Mo Qing ( ಡ ω ಡ ): "Then... could you help me get an autograph?"
Acheron ( ๑ •. • ๑ )?: "...I suppose that's possible."
Robin ( ❛ ᴗ ❛ ): "No problem at all."
Facing the small request, Robin very efficiently signed an autograph for her.
Come to think of it, it's quite interesting.
I didn't expect that not only Mo Xin, but even Acheron's mother, Mo Qing, would be my fan.
Does this count as winning over both mother and daughter?
Awoo~
Just then, Robin suddenly felt a soft, warm sensation on her thigh, as if a ball of cotton was gently rubbing against her.
She instinctively looked down and saw a snow-white, round White Weasel clinging to her pant leg. Its little red eyes were looking at her with a watery gaze, and its small paws were scratching gently. It was so soft and cute that it made her heart flutter.
Awoo~
A soft, milky cry rang out, like a kitten acting spoiled, which instantly melted Robin's heart.
Seeing this, Mo Qing couldn't help but chuckle. "This is Little Yao, a little pet adopted by Acheron. She is usually very smart and well-behaved. Come to think of it, she is also your little fan!"
Hearing this, a scene involuntarily appeared in Acheron's mind.
One afternoon, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room. Her mother was lying lazily on the sofa with that round White Weasel curled up in her arms.
The two of them, human and weasel, each wore one earphone, heads pressed together, swaying gently to the music. The scene was warm and harmonious.
When Mo Xi happened to see this scene, she couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
She thought to herself: Mother really knows how to live.
Meanwhile, Robin was completely won over by Little Yao's cuteness. She carefully reached out, gently picked up the White Weasel, and couldn't help but stroke its soft fur with her fingertips.
"To have such a cute little fan, my luck is just too good!"
Her palm gently covered Little Yao's soft body, her fingertips slowly stroking along the snow-white fur, her movements as gentle as if she were touching a fragile treasure.
Little Yao narrowed her eyes comfortably, emitting a cute "purring" sound from her throat. Her little head rubbed against her palm involuntarily, looking obedient and clingy.
Seeing this heartwarming scene, the corners of Acheron's cold mouth lifted into a faint smile, and her eyes softened a little.
She didn't step forward to disturb them; she just silently picked up the peach her mother had specially brought over and sat to the side, quietly nibbling on it.
In the living room, Robin held the soft Little Yao while chatting casually with Mo Qing.
Their conversation was light, ranging from daily life to music.
"I feel much more at ease knowing Acheron has a friend like you."
"Not at all. It is I who am very happy to get to know Miss Acheron."
"Oh, this girl Acheron is just too aloof. I'm truly worried she doesn't have many friends."
"Although Miss Acheron is not good at socializing, she is very thoughtful. I believe many people would be willing to be friends with her."
"Is that so? That's good, that's good! By the way, it's a pity my husband is busy today, otherwise he would definitely be very happy to meet you."
"Thank you."
"Don't doubt it! Based on your musical talent alone, I can guarantee that there are few people in this world who wouldn't like your songs! When my husband is tired from work, he loves to play your songs to relax."
"I'm really happy to be liked by you all. Hearing you say that, Ma'am, do you also have some background in music?"
"I only dabbled in it a little when I was young; I'm quite rusty now."
"Is that so? Then what type of songs do you like, Ma'am?"
"Traditional style, I suppose. When I was young, I often followed the elders in my family..."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Did I say something wrong?"
"No, no, don't overthink it! By the way, can I ask, when will you have new songs coming out? Of course, if it's not convenient..."
"I do. Actually, I've already had some inspiration recently."
"Really?!?"
"Yes, and it happens to be in the traditional style."