Chapter 11: Loving You
Zhao Yuheng felt that he didn’t quite understand Shen Shuyi.
His hatred and love both came so suddenly.
Zhao Yuheng: […]
He tactfully reminded him: “Did you send this to the wrong person?”
Shen Shuyi, domineering: “Stop talking nonsense!”
Shen Shuyi: “Hurry up and send me your school address! (angry)”
Zhao Yuheng: […]
Why should he send it just because Shen Shuyi demanded it?
Zhao Yuheng: “No. 19, Jifu Street, Kowloon, Shum Shui Po, Hongshan District, Hong Kong…”
He only wanted to avoid being persistently harassed by this young master.
Shen Shuyi replied with a sunglasses emoji, and after that, there were no further messages.
Zhao Yuheng glanced at it, put down his phone, and looked up at the blackboard.
He had no classes this morning and had gone to the hospital to see his grandfather.
In the afternoon, he had two major courses, plus one calculus class. This wasn’t difficult for Zhao Yuheng. Having been a top student since childhood, the complicated formulas on the blackboard were just simple mathematical symbols in his eyes.
—At least, until Shen Shuyi messaged that he was coming to the school to see him, they were just simple symbols.
After replying to Shen Shuyi, he looked up again.
The calculus formulas on the blackboard were now incomprehensible.
Zhao Yuheng: […]
Does this man have some kind of poison?
Not only did he not understand, but he also felt distracted.
Zhao Yuheng pondered why Shen Shuyi would come all the way to find him when they only had the simplest debt relationship: he owed money, and Shen Shuyi was to collect it. Since they had already agreed on installments, there shouldn’t be such frequent meetings.
Moreover, why would he send messages saying he hated him one moment and loved him the next?
Do rich people always speak like this? Or does he only say this to him?
Zhao Yuheng thought that Shen Shuyi’s personality was more difficult to understand than the most complex mathematical formula in the world.
A little later, the professor had already started explaining the next problem in front of the blackboard.
Zhao Yuheng, quoting Shen Shuyi’s message “I love you very much now”, asked in confusion:
“What does this mean?”
Shen Shuyi, probably playing with his phone in the car, replied instantly: “?”
Shen Shuyi: “??”
Shen Shuyi: “Do you want to see how long ago I sent this message?”
Looking at the timestamp, Zhao Yuheng answered honestly: “An hour ago.”
Shen Shuyi laughed angrily and sent a voice message. The voice, coming from a phone, sounded much softer than his usual commanding and arrogant tone, even a little gentle.
It was unbelievable—someone could actually find Shen Shuyi gentle.
If the paparazzi in Hong Kong knew, they’d probably report it as the ninth wonder of the world: Zhao Yuheng, the rare flower, being softened by Shen Shuyi.
Unfortunately, the young master’s words were far from gentle.
“You’re poisoned, aren’t you? Why didn’t you wait a year to reply? What’s so confusing about this? ‘Love you, love you, love you’—don’t you understand? It’s literally what it means!”
Shen Shuyi repeated “love” impatiently, sounding insistent. In Zhao Yuheng’s biased view, it was light, sweet, and coquettish (though Shen Shuyi didn’t actually say it that way).
As if “love” were something abundant and Shen Shuyi could freely give it to anyone.
He recalled that Shen Shuyi had a boyfriend in the U.S.
He said “I love you” to him three times; to his boyfriend, probably three thousand times a day.
The weight in Zhao Yuheng’s heart suddenly lifted.
He thought—literal meaning?
He looked at the message again, feeling even more complex emotions.
After a few seconds, he asked: “Then what do you mean by ‘building feelings’?”
Shen Shuyi sent a small yellow bean smile emoji.
Zhao Yuheng instinctively felt this smile was scolding him.
The implied subtext probably read: What are you pretending for? Don’t know the meaning of the four characters ‘build feelings’? Do you need me to get the dictionary and throw it in your face?
Zhao Yuheng vaguely felt that there might be a misunderstanding between him and Shen Shuyi.
Before he could think further, Shen Shuyi issued instructions: “I’ll be there in half an hour. Buy me two cups of milk tea—large size, one 30% sweetness, one 70% sweetness, no ice.”
Zhao Yuheng didn’t have time to ask questions and had to comply with the “mistress’s” order: “Okay.”
After all, Shen Shuyi was holding his grandfather’s lifesaving money.
As long as the young master’s requests weren’t excessive, Zhao Yuheng had no intention of crossing him.
Calculus class ended quickly. Zhao Yuheng tidied up his textbooks and went out with his backpack.
A few girls sitting in the back row had been staring at him for a while. Seeing him stand up, they hurriedly straightened their hair and skirts and rushed up, two or three at a time.
Zhao Yuheng was blocked at the door. Looking up, he saw three youthful, beautiful female classmates—he didn’t know them.
His first reaction was to refuse: “I’m not signing up for a card.”
Many seniors and juniors at the university ran businesses related to phone cards for profit.
Zhao Yuheng knew this inside and out because he had also done this work before.
Know your enemy, and you will win every battle.
The girl blushed: “No, not for a card… I… um, Zhao…”
“Oh,” Zhao Yuheng realized, calmly: “I’m not joining a club either.”
Not because he was playing the cool, aloof guy—he simply had no time for extracurriculars, as he had to take care of his grandfather’s illness himself.
The girl murmured softly, blushing furiously: “…Can I… add you on WeChat?”
Zhao Yuheng, clueless, asked in surprise: “Why?”
The girl: …?
“…Huh?”
“Why add me on WeChat?” he asked seriously. “You don’t let me get a card or join a club, so what would you do with my WeChat?”
The girl nearly fainted. Her friend dragged her away, scolding loudly even from afar: “I told you, Zhao Yuheng is a straight-up male, and you insisted on asking for his WeChat! Do you know how miserable it is for the foreign language department beauty? Rejected in front of hundreds! She’s your cautionary tale!”
The girl: “Ugh… but he’s so… damn handsome…”
Friend: “Obsessed with looks! Face dog! Listen, Zhao Yuheng being handsome doesn’t matter. Unless heaven drops a wife from the sky, this b-type personality will be single for life.”
Zhao Yuheng: …
Could they at least curse from farther away? He could still hear them.
This little interlude cost him five minutes. He checked his watch and went to the milk tea shop Shen Shuyi specified.
How did he even know a Hong Kong-style milk tea shop existed here, given he had never been to this university?
Shen Shuyi’s inner commentary: OMG, you’re so clueless. Don’t you browse Little Red Note?
Zhao Yuheng could already imagine Shen Shuyi’s mock-exasperated tone and found it both overdone and somewhat amusing.
Or… maybe cute?
Stop.
He immediately stopped smiling, seriously questioning his own sense of aesthetics.
A ruthless, cold-hearted capitalist who demolishes homes for profit… could he even be cute?
Even Elon Musk could be called delicate then.
A waiter interrupted his terrifying thoughts: “Sir, what milk tea would you like?”
Zhao Yuheng snapped back to reality and ordered as Shen Shuyi requested: “Two large cups, one 30% sugar, one 70% sugar, no mango.”
He then messaged Shen Shuyi: “Where are you?”
He had said he would arrive in half an hour, but forty minutes had already passed.
Shen Shuyi replied quickly with: “….”
Unclear.
Zhao Yuheng had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the next second, Shen Shuyi sent a yellow bean finger-pointing, sulky emoji, reluctantly admitting: “I seem to be lost.”
Zhao Yuheng: ….
Shen Shuyi: “? What do you mean? Are you laughing at me being directionally challenged?!”
Zhao Yuheng felt a little helpless, and also realized how absurd his current behavior was.
He had so many things to do every day, yet he was here buying milk tea for this rich young master who had no sense of real-world hardship.
And this young master was the reason he had to work nonstop every day.
What a waste of time.
He had no patience and wasn’t about to indulge him: “I have class in ten minutes. I’ll leave the milk tea at the shop. Come get it yourself.”
Shen Shuyi: ?
He quickly sent a voice message: “I don’t want that. I can’t find the way. Can’t you come pick me up?”
What kind of person is this?!
Who goes to class in the middle of a date?
Is there a lesson more important than Shen Shuyi himself?!
Zhao Yuheng ignored him.
Shen Shuyi sent a few more WeChat messages, but they went unread.
He was furious, wanting to bombard him with calls, but remembered Zhao Yuheng wasn’t his servant.
Standing in an unfamiliar campus, Shen Shuyi regretted coming all this way, only to be left stranded.
He even felt a little aggrieved.
Damn it, it was all because of that 24-million-yuan diamond that had clouded his mind.
Building feelings? Forget it! He would never talk to Zhao Yuheng again.
But the next second, a WeChat call came in—it was a voice call from Zhao Yuheng.
Shen Shuyi snorted coldly, pressed accept with resentment.
Zhao Yuheng’s helpless voice came: “Where are you?”
Shen Shuyi said nothing: ….
Zhao Yuheng frowned: “Speak.”
Shen Shuyi: ….
Zhao Yuheng called his name for the first time: “Shen Shuyi?”
Was something wrong?
Unexpectedly, Shen Shuyi had messaged him. Zhao Yuheng opened it and sighed deeply.
Shen Shuyi: “I swore just now I won’t talk to you today. (Yellow bean smile)”
Zhao Yuheng: “Are you that angry?”
Shen Shuyi: “Very angry. My anger just now could almost ignite Victoria Harbour.”
Zhao Yuheng almost laughed but held it back, grateful for the residents of Victoria Harbour: “So what now? Can’t talk, but can we message?”
Shen Shuyi: “Yes.”
Zhao Yuheng was completely at a loss, helplessly: “Take a photo of where you’re standing. I’ll come pick you up.”
Author’s Note:
Don’t provoke the little cat, or the little cat will destroy Victoria Harbour.
