She has hundreds of thousands of supernatural powers, but she always says she is weak.

Chapter 460 Establishing Realistic Boundaries for You

"Let's go." Zuo Xiuyan stood up.

She knew that Xiong Yu'an felt that if she, as the older sister, was left alone in the living room, she would constantly face arguments.

Even though Xiong Yu'an probably wanted to be alone in the room at this moment, she chose to go to her sister's room with her in order to take care of her.

As soon as she reached the door, Xiong Yu'an's last shred of calm vanished. The books scattered on the floor and the messy bed dragged her back into her terrible mood.

"Excuse me, I... I haven't finished tidying up yet." She frowned and quickly squatted down to pick up the notebooks.

"Should I close the shop, Yu'an?"

Xiong Yu'an paused for a moment, then said, "Okay."

The door was gently closed, shutting out the outside noise.

Zuo Xiuyan slowly squatted down: "Can I help you tidy up?"

Xiong Yu'an looked troubled. She didn't want to refuse her sister's kindness, but the notebook wasn't something she could simply pick up and put down...

"I'll put Dad's books back, and I'll be careful not to touch your notebooks. You can handle them."

"This way you'll have more time to do other things."

Xiong Yu'an was extremely surprised, as he hadn't even said anything yet.

But that's great.

Xiong Yu'an felt a little more relaxed and nodded in agreement: "Thank you, sister."

Zuo Xiuyan first picked up the books on the outside, wiped off the dust with the tissues and dry towels that Xiong Yu'an would use, and put them back on the bookshelf one by one.

Even if they aren't Yu An's books, they're all in this bookshelf. If it's not clean, Yu An will feel uncomfortable.

Because he deliberately started picking up the notebooks from the outside and spent time sorting and categorizing them, Xiong Yu'an had ample time to handle them properly without being nervous.

After finishing tidying up, Zuo Xiuyan asked, "Is this alright, Yu'an?"

Xiong Yu'an looked up and stared wide-eyed.

This……

So neat and tidy.

The books, which were originally scattered haphazardly, now look like soldiers standing guard.

At a glance, the books are arranged from tallest to shortest and from largest to smallest, with similar colors grouped together, and also ranging from darkest to lightest.

Surprisingly, it looks good.

It's practically like a display shelf.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that each compartment contains different items: military items are in one compartment, tea ceremony items are in another, making it very straightforward.

"Yes, yes..."

Xiong Yu'an liked them very much, but these books weren't hers, and she wasn't sure how her father would react when he saw them.

Normally, I don't move, and I'm afraid to move.

So, Xiong Yu paused for a moment, then hesitantly uttered, "Okay..."

Zuo Xiuyan smiled slightly: "I know what you're worried about."

"However, I'll tell you a secret."

"What?" Xiong Yu'an asked in surprise and confusion.

Zuo Xiuyan naturally had ulterior motives for doing these things.

This is not just about picking up books and organizing bookshelves.

The mental world established boundaries for Xiong Yu'an, and in reality, boundaries must also be built for Yu'an.

First, she separated her father's books from her own books.

Since Xiong Yu'an wouldn't dare to do such a thing, he might as well take this opportunity to help her clear away obstacles.

"You know Dad loves reading, right? He often talks about books with people and also brings people to see his books."

Zuo Xiuyan, guiding the conversation, shared his observations and conclusions about Xiong Yu'an's father over the past two days.

Xiong Yu'an nodded: "Mm."

"Given his preferences and behavior, once his favorite books are neatly organized, he will subconsciously put them back in their original place after reading them again."

Xiong Yu'an blinked in surprise.

"Really? It won't be like before?"

"Yes." What Zuo Xiuyan did was to use some subtle but effective psychological designs to indirectly change her father's behavior.

Although Yu'an's father lacked the awareness to organize things, he loved to show off and was concerned about his image.

Her father had a self-identity as "a cultured man who loves reading".

Which is more intimidating at first glance: a messy pile of books or a neatly arranged pile?

It goes without saying which one would make the father feel a stronger sense of identity and like it more.

My father isn't stupid; he'll naturally choose whichever way makes him look better and more capable in front of outsiders.

Changing a person doesn't require forceful changes.

You can completely go along with the other person's thoughts and make their actions conform to your own wishes.

This method is not applicable to everyone, but it was sufficient for Xiong Yu'an's father.

"He's not angry."

"Moreover, when he brings people to see it, they will definitely say, 'Oh, you read this type of book and that type of book too. You really care about books.'"

He gets happy when others praise him.

"If he wants to receive such praise, he will want to maintain this status even more."

Zuo Xiuyan explained to Xiong Yu'an in simple language to comfort her.

Xiong Yu'an pondered for a moment: "That seems to make sense."

Suddenly, I felt as if an invisible stone in my heart had been removed.

Looking at this bookshelf makes me feel much happier, and the oppressive feeling has inexplicably lessened.

“If Dad gets angry, just say that I did it. He’ll only yell at me, not you.”

"No, I won't say that." Xiong Yu'an didn't want to be the one shirking responsibility.

"Let's talk about it later. I don't mind being yelled at." To Zuo Xiuyan, these accusations were insignificant, but they could help Yu An mitigate a lot of the damage.

This can be considered a double insurance.

Xiong Yu'an pursed his lips, clearly still disagreeing.

She didn't want her sister to be yelled at.

Her sister has done so much for her, her sister is so good, yet she has to be scolded because of her, that's just too much.

"The last row of the bookshelf is empty now, you can put your notebooks there too."

“Hmm…” Xiong Yu’an hesitated.

She was reluctant to let go.

But that's alright, Zuo Xiuyan wasn't asking Xiong Yu'an to do anything immediately.

This is already a very good step.

Originally, only the two corner squares of the last row were in use.

Zuo Xiuyan deliberately left the last line blank, which was to expand the boundaries of Yu'an.

Even if she doesn't know how to use it for the time being, it's still sending a signal outward.

This is where Yu'an will need it.

This also has another advantage, which is another little trick.

Even if the father wanted to put the book in this empty space for convenience, he would feel awkward.

This would make that book stand alone, not part of the whole.

This would reduce the overall heaviness, and in order to maintain the feeling of having many different types of books, he would also like to put them together.

"You can arrange it, Yu'an," Zuo Xiu said.

By this time, Xiong Yu'an had finished tidying up her notebooks, and she had placed the slightly damp ones on the table to dry.

She then removed the duvet cover and sheets, put them in the washing machine, vacuumed away the surrounding dust, and then took out new sheets and duvet cover to put on.

"Sister? Are you staying here tonight?"