Chapter 14: The Little Cat (Bad Temper)
Hong Kong University Forum – Emotional Exchange Section
How can you tell if someone likes you?
Posted by: ZYH
Content of the post: Urgent, hope netizens can help clarify.
Zhao Yuheng first sent Shen Shuyi home. By the time he returned to his dorm, it was already eleven o’clock.
The dorm was empty; the other three roommates had moved out due to internships.
Zhao Yuheng himself should have moved out as well, but recently his grandfather’s hospitalization had delayed things.
He planned to start sending out resumes again and decided to wait until he secured an internship before moving closer to the company.
After taking a shower, Zhao Yuheng sat at his desk and opened his computer.
Logically, he should have first completed optimizing his resume.
But emotionally, Zhao Yuheng felt he needed to complete a more important task first.
His phone on the desk buzzed.
A WeChat message from Shen Shuyi had just arrived: [I’m home (holding my face)]
Zhao Yuheng picked up his phone and replied: [Okay.]
Shen Shuyi: [Go like my Moments!!! (angry)]
Zhao Yuheng had obviously forgotten the young master’s earlier instruction.
Feeling no guilt, he leisurely opened Shen Shuyi’s Moments.
The latest post was indeed the photo he had taken of Shen Shuyi under the cherry blossom trees at Hong Kong University.
Shen Shuyi was naturally charming, had excellent aesthetics in photography, and with his mischievous face, even ordinary phone photos looked like magazine covers.
Even though Zhao Yuheng had already seen these photos while taking them, he still clicked on each one to enlarge and study them carefully.
—This was just his habit when looking at Moments photos.
He liked the photos as Shen Shuyi requested.
Then he saved all four photos to his own phone.
—Although saving others’ photos wasn’t his usual habit.
But since this was his first time helping someone take photos, they could be considered his own photographic work. Saving them as a memento was reasonable.
Shen Shuyi was finally satisfied and sent a message: [I’m going to take a shower.]
These trivial matters didn’t really need to be reported to him.
Zhao Yuheng thought so, but still replied: [Okay.]
After replying, Shen Shuyi did go shower, and the chat window no longer showed “typing…”.
Zhao Yuheng finally opened the emotional exchange section of the Hong Kong University forum, his handsome face serious and focused.
Very quickly, he typed a line:
Post topic: How can you tell if someone likes you?
Yes, this was what Zhao Yuheng considered more important than translation work tonight!
Those involved are blinded; outsiders see clearly.
Zhao Yuheng thought about Shen Shuyi’s various ambiguous behaviors recently, and his mood grew heavier.
He wanted to know whether he was overthinking, or if Shen Shuyi truly had feelings for him.
After posting, Zhao Yuheng detailed some of Shen Shuyi’s recent flirtatious actions.
He concealed Shen Shuyi’s real name, initially referring to him only as “SHU.”
Later, he realized that “SHU” was still too obvious; the Shen family was extremely well-known in Hong Kong, and Shen Shuyi was the darling of Hong Kong media. It would be easy for someone to figure out who he was.
So Zhao Yuheng thought for a few seconds and ultimately replaced it with “Little Cat (Bad Temper)”.
After editing about five to six hundred words, Zhao Yuheng clicked send.
As soon as the post went live, he received five or six replies.
Sure enough, university students didn’t sleep at this hour.
Somehow, Zhao Yuheng felt a little nervous opening the replies.
What if a netizen said that Shen Shuyi did indeed like him? What would he do?
Zhao Yuheng frowned slightly and, with determination, opened a reply.
Netizen 1:
Bro, are you saying there’s a top-tier, over-billion-net-worth, stunningly beautiful, perfect-body, noble-born, cat-like cute, younger-than-you white-rich-beauty who’s desperately pursuing you?
Zhao Yuheng: …
He never said “desperately pursuing.”
He corrected the netizen: She hasn’t been pursuing me, she just came to see me a few times.
Netizen 1: Oh. So you mean a top-notch beautiful white-rich-beauty frequently comes to have meals with you?
Not frequently, and not a white-rich-beauty.
Zhao Yuheng thought for a moment and replied: We did have meals together.
Netizen 1: Oh. Got it.
Zhao Yuheng suddenly felt a little nervous holding the mouse.
Netizen 1 replied: [Soybean smiling face]
Netizen 1: First bro, if you have delusions, go get treatment, okay? Don’t bother netizens late at night.
Netizen 1: Second, bro, where did you get this inspiration from? A male-oriented novel? My top-notch white-rich-beauty girlfriend? Or a top-class school beauty’s personal bodyguard? Don’t be stingy, tell us the novel’s name so we can enjoy it together (yellow soybean emoji).
After reading, Zhao Yuheng calmly closed his computer.
Why did he think netizens could help clarify his doubts?
He rubbed his temples, realizing he was truly obsessed.
Actually, once the 500,000 debt was settled, he could completely cut off contact with Shen Shuyi.
The immediate priority was earning enough for his grandfather’s medical expenses.
…
And also for treating Shen Shuyi to a meal.
—Just in case he came looking for him again.
Shen Shuyi finished his bath, feeling drowsy.
With no need to attend fashion shows or parties recently, his evening skincare had been perfunctory. Half-asleep, he drifted to the bed and flopped onto the soft mattress.
He had spent the day out and was exhausted.
Within seconds, he fell asleep.
Upon waking, Shen Shuyi groggily opened his eyes, pressing his face against a wall of hot muscle.
So soft, so touchable.
Shen Shuyi rubbed his cheek.
Something was wrong.
…A wall of muscles?!
?!?!
Shen Shuyi’s eyes widened, and he sat upright.
Looking around, this was not his king-size bed with a 500,000-yuan crystal chandelier above, nor a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Victoria Harbour.
Only lime walls, a concrete floor, and a wire bed!
Shen Shuyi: =0=!?
“Wife, what’s wrong?”
The muscular man sat up sleepily — it was Zhao Yuheng.
And he was insane!!
Shen Shuyi screamed, grabbing a pillow to beat Zhao Yuheng.
Zhao Yuheng seemed stunned, but after a few hits, he reacted and grabbed Shen Shuyi’s thin wrists.
“Morning grumpiness so bad? Didn’t I feed you enough last night?”
“Shut up!!!”
Shen Shuyi yelled, unsure whether to cover his ears or Zhao Yuheng’s mouth. What a terrifyingly greasy, terrible statement!!
No man with a shred of humanity would say such things!
Looking around at the bare rental room — a twin bed less than 1.5 meters, peeling door, old TV, no bottled water, only a yellowed kettle on the table —
“I-I’m not dreaming, right?” Shen Shuyi muttered.
“Baby, what are you talking about?” Zhao Yuheng, with a perfect handsome face, said smoothly, “Because you’re so happy, you feel like it’s a dream?”
Shen Shuyi pinched Zhao Yuheng’s arm painfully.
Desperate, he slumped onto the bed, dazed: “He can feel pain… so isn’t this my dream?”
Zhao Yuheng: …
Why don’t you pinch yourself then?
Shen Shuyi was in total despair, clutching his face: “This can’t be my future life, right?”
Zhao Yuheng got out of bed, shirtless and in sleep pants, and started cooking.
No range hood in the tiny rental room, smoke quickly filled the space. Shen Shuyi’s gaze instinctively landed on Zhao Yuheng’s abs — impressive physique —
But it didn’t change the fact this was a nightmare!!!
Shen Shuyi rolled up and grabbed Zhao Yuheng’s arm: “What’s going on?! Shouldn’t I be in Deep Water Bay?!”
Zhao Yuheng smiled: “Baby, don’t forget, we’re married now. You’ve moved with me into this city village rental.”
Shen Shuyi’s vision darkened. “W-What… I… you… we… married…?”
He collapsed, ghostly white, whispering: “Why did I marry you…”
Zhao Yuheng paused cooking, killed a cockroach on the stove, sneered: “Because you didn’t pay me the 500,000 breakup fee on time!”
With a loud clang, Zhao Yuheng slammed the knife into the greasy cutting board, leaving deep cuts.
Shen Shuyi snapped out of his ghostly state.
Next, Zhao Yuheng threw the dead cockroach into the pot.
Shen Shuyi: ?!
“Did you just throw a cockroach into the pot?”
“Yes,” Zhao Yuheng replied, calmly cooking. “Baby, you’ve lost weight recently, eat more protein.”
Shen Shuyi blacked out from the shock.
Finally, the nightmare ended.
He woke up again, under the familiar French crystal chandelier, on the soft king-size bed, with the Victoria Harbour night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the call bell on the bedside table — a press summons multiple butlers and maids.
Shen Shuyi: TUT.
Alive!
Happiness was hidden in unnoticed details!
Sitting on the bed, it took him a long time to recover from the nightmare.
In the dream, Zhao Yuheng’s abs were vivid — no, his horrible attitude was vivid!
What kind of man catches cockroaches to feed his wife protein?
Murder! Absolutely murder!
The more Shen Shuyi thought, the more his heart pounded.
Could 500,000 really make Zhao Yuheng leave his life?
Would he really give up the obviously more valuable Shen Shuyi for 500,000?
Shen Shuyi immediately grabbed his phone to call Shen Lu.
“Beep.” The line connected, the deep voice slightly sleepy: “You better have a reasonable explanation for waking me at 3 a.m.”
Shen Shuyi panicked: “Brother, would you give up on me for 500,000?!”
Shen Lu: …
Shen Lu: ?
He woke up fully, voice gentle: “A nightmare?”
Not overthinking — Shen Shuyi had always been emotionally needy.
At four years old, he would ask adults if they liked him; if they said no, he’d sulk until they said they liked him immensely.
…A nightmare sounded accurate.
Shen Lu misinterpreted Shen Shuyi’s silence as consent and comforted: “What nonsense. Even 5 billion, I wouldn’t leave you.”
Shen Shuyi, expecting comfort, went even quieter.
Shen Lu: ?
“Beep.” The call ended.
Shen Lu: ??
What did this kid want in the middle of the night?
Shen Shuyi hung up, fully in despair.
Even Shen Lu, a ruthless capitalist, wouldn’t leave him for 500,000 — or even 5 billion.
Why did he think 500,000 could send Zhao Yuheng away?
3:25 a.m.
Hong Kong University dorms. Zhao Yuheng had just fallen asleep when the phone rang.
It was Shen Shuyi.
Zhao Yuheng answered expertly: “What’s up?”
Shen Shuyi’s voice, slightly hoarse from sleep, sweet: “Zhao Yuheng, our 500,000 agreement is void.”
Zhao Yuheng: …?
Shen Shuyi took a deep breath: “I’ve decided to raise it to 2 million.”
Zhao Yuheng, unsure of his intentions, calmly reminded: “You still owe me 3,631 for meals.”
Shen Shuyi gripped the phone: “I know.
So now it’s 2,003,681.”
Author’s Note:
When out and about, a cat’s worth is determined by the cat itself.
Humans and cats alike are expensive!
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