Chapter 20: Flirting
Shen Shuyi answered Zhao Yuheng’s call but didn’t say anything.
Zhao Yuheng had already expected this outcome. He broke the silence first: “Are we going out to eat today?”
Shen Shuyi replied coldly and mercilessly: “No.”
Zhao Yuheng was momentarily stunned. “Why not?”
Heh, why?
Why don’t you ask yourself that?
Shen Shuyi’s tone was harsh: “Who knows why. Didn’t someone forbid me from spending my ex-boyfriend’s money last night? If I don’t spend his money, I have no money. If I have no money, I can’t eat. So no eating.”
Zhao Yuheng was silent for a moment.
“You can spend my money.”
He offered his own solution.
Shen Shuyi said: “No.”
Zhao Yuheng was even more confused: “And why not this time?”
Shen Shuyi’s voice was sarcastic: “How dare I spend your money? I still owe you two million, hehe.”
Zhao Yuheng calmly explained: “The one who owes the money is the master. You can spend my money.”
…What a lunatic!
We’re arguing, and you dare tell a joke that’s not funny at all?
Hahahahahaha.
Shen Shuyi quickly took a deep breath to prevent himself from laughing.
He pressed down the corner of his mouth, adopting a completely “I’m never going out with you again” attitude: “Still, no.”
After being refused three times, Zhao Yuheng finally realized the root of the problem.
He cautiously asked: “Shen Shuyi, are you still angry?”
Shen Shuyi nearly laughed in frustration: “Of course! You don’t think my anger would just disappear after one night, do you?”
Zhao Yuheng paused and said: “I thought we had already made up.”
…
…
Can someone strike a lightning bolt to kill this straight man?
“Who gave you the illusion that we’ve made up?” Shen Shuyi snapped. “And you didn’t even apologize! Making up requires an apology, you know that, right?”
Zhao Yuheng: “Sorry.”
Shen Shuyi: “….”
So straightforward with the apology, huh.
Zhao Yuheng lowered his voice, speaking patiently: “Can we make up now?”
“No. Your apology isn’t sincere.”
Heh, Mr. Zhao.
Let me show you—Shen Shuyi’s heart is harder than stone, made of diamond.
Zhao Yuheng: “What kind of apology would count as sincere?”
Shen Shuyi was momentarily stunned and carefully thought along with his words.
To apologize properly, gifts were essential. Luxury cars and watches aside, a mansion and a designer bag were a must.
A string of luxury items flashed through the young master’s mind, each followed by a long string of zeros.
Obviously, Zhao Yuheng could never afford any of these.
Shen Shuyi wasn’t entirely unreasonable, though. He tailored his approach: “At least you should take me out to eat—that counts as having an apologetic attitude, right?”
Zhao Yuheng replied: “Perfect, let’s go eat now.”
Shen Shuyi: ?
Shen Shuyi: !
Shen Shuyi: !!!
Whoa.
Such a cunning fiancé.
He actually got twisted into it!
Shen Shuyi had seen Zhao Yuheng’s straight-man stubbornness before, but every time he still marveled.
Why bother arguing with a man with a one-track mind?
Shen Shuyi forced himself to stay calm: “This meal was something we arranged earlier. You can’t use it as an apology, understand?”
Zhao Yuheng quickly grasped the point: “You mean there will be another meal later?”
Shen Shuyi: ?
He hadn’t said that, thanks 🙂
“Anyway, you can’t use this meal as an apology,” Shen Shuyi continued, growing irritable: “Do you even have a sense of ceremony?”
Zhao Yuheng obviously did not.
Just as he could never understand Shen Shuyi celebrating 365 anniversaries a year.
Including the 20th anniversary of the first Kelly bag moving into Shuiwan One, the perfectly heart-shaped coffee anniversary, looping a single song 100 times, and even celebrating a snowman frozen in the fridge since last year—Shen Shuyi planned to give this snowman a partner this year.
After a long silence, Zhao Yuheng asked: “Shen Shuyi, are you still willing to go eat?”
Shen Shuyi: “…”
After a long pause, he ground his teeth and said: “Wait and see. I’m mad as hell now. After I eat, I’ll settle the score with you.”
Hearing this, Zhao Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief. Getting Shen Shuyi to go out for a meal was even harder than a calculus exam.
Fortunately, this was the second-to-last meal. After this, Zhao Yuheng only owed him once more, and then he wouldn’t have to see this picky young master again.
Zhao Yuheng asked: “Do you want me to pick you up?”
“How are you going to pick me up?” Shen Shuyi found him ridiculous and mocked sarcastically: “You don’t have a car. Planning to walk over with your two legs and carry me to the restaurant?”
He said it casually, just to annoy Zhao Yuheng.
But Zhao Yuheng actually paused for a second, then slowly said: “Not exactly. Not allowed?”
Shen Shuyi: …
Get out! No way!
You’re shameless, I have standards—I don’t want strangers thinking I’m crazy 🙂
Shen Shuyi didn’t bother replying and hung up.
“Beep.” Clean and neat. Zhao Yuheng looked at his phone.
“Yuheng, what’s making you so happy?”
Happy?
Zhao Yuheng was surprised. Was that the right word to describe himself?
He glanced at the mirror and saw his current expression, a faint, unconscious smile on his lips.
He usually appeared mature and serious, frowning, suppressing his expression.
Now he looked somewhat childlike.
The person speaking was Zhao Yuheng’s uncle, Zhao Baoshan.
Today he came to the hospital to see their grandfather. He had just settled the medical bills, and as soon as the doctor left, Zhao Baoshan and his wife, Chen Yumei, arrived.
Zhao Yuheng glanced at his grandfather, whose condition had stabilized, and lowered his voice: “It’s nothing.”
Chen Yumei teased: “Judging by his look, he must be in love.”
Zhao Yuheng froze, then quickly denied it: “No.”
Zhao Baoshan continued: “Yuheng is about to graduate from college; it’s normal to date. Once your work is stable, you can think about marriage.”
Zhao Baoshan paused, stating the purpose of his visit: “By the way, I heard from your brother that you asked the Shen family for compensation. How’s that going? Did they give it to you?”
“They did.”
…About two or three thousand yuan.
Shen Shuyi had slacked on his part-time work recently.
Plus, after yesterday’s argument, he hadn’t paid the “compensation” for two or three days.
Zhao Baoshan exchanged a glance with Chen Yumei: “I’m just asking. How much did the Shen family give? We all live together in your grandfather’s house. It’s not that I want a share, it’s that your brother Chengcheng’s dating expenses are high, so I shamelessly ask.”
“The Shen family gave me compensation, but in installments,” Zhao Yuheng’s tone was unreadable. “The first installment of 110,000 went to grandpa’s treatment.”
“Yes, health comes first,” Zhao Baoshan said. He hadn’t expected such a huge company like the Shen group to pay in installments. Seeing Zhao Yuheng’s expression seemed sincere, he asked: “When will the next installment come?”
“I don’t know.”
After saying this, Zhao Yuheng stayed silent.
The room was so quiet the sound of the IV drip could be heard.
The atmosphere became tense and awkward.
He was tall and imposing in the room, and even Zhao Baoshan felt intimidated by his non-blood-related nephew.
After thinking, he forced a laugh: “Once the next installment comes, just let me know.”
Before leaving, Chen Yumei glanced at Zhao Baoshan. Zhao Baoshan spoke: “Yuheng, your brother said he saw you with a rich kid driving a Ferrari? You know people in high society. Don’t forget to help your brother. Even if you’re not biological brothers, you grew up together. I hope you help each other in the future.”
Zhao Yuheng didn’t respond, seemingly wanting to embarrass them.
When expressionless, his carved-like handsome face exuded a powerful, intimidating aura.
Perhaps inherited from his unknown biological parents, he naturally radiated authority without anger.
Zhao Baoshan felt awkward and left with Chen Yumei.
Not far, their voices could still be heard:
“See, not blood, you can’t raise him; all these years feeding him were for nothing.”
“Enough, if it weren’t for him, would you pay dad’s medical bills?”
Zhao Yuheng heard them clearly but didn’t react.
Aside from his grandfather, most Zhao relatives considered him a cold-blooded monster.
Indeed, Zhao Yuheng was cold-blooded.
He lowered his gaze, pulling up his grandfather’s blanket.
The ward grew even quieter.
Zhao Yuheng was terrifyingly silent, like a deep, bottomless, black lake.
He should have been in a remote mountain forest, undisturbed by anyone.
Suddenly, the calm lake surface was disturbed by a small stone.
Shen Shuyi sent a WeChat message: [I’ll be there in ten minutes (sunglasses)]
Zhao Yuheng stared at the chat box for a while, then replied: [Mm.]
The hospital was only five minutes from the restaurant.
He stood, ready to pick up Shen Shuyi, when another message came—just a [?], followed by a voice message:
“You’re in a bad mood?”
Zhao Yuheng raised an eyebrow, unsure how Shen Shuyi knew.
He replied: [No.]
Shen Shuyi sent several chirpy voice messages: “Then why did you only reply with one word?”
Shen Shuyi hesitated: “You’re not angry because I said I’d come settle accounts, right?”
Zhao Yuheng didn’t understand why he jumped there. He rubbed his forehead: “No.”
“You better not be,” Shen Shuyi said. “Don’t forget we’re still arguing. I haven’t forgiven you. Under these conditions, your status is below mine, so you can’t be angry, got it?”
…What kind of nonsense theory is this?
Yet hearing this, Zhao Yuheng’s mood actually improved slightly.
After Shen Shuyi’s childish speech, Zhao Yuheng chuckled lightly.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Almost there, don’t rush!”
No need to say more—Zhao Yuheng could see it now.
By the roadside, a subtly luxurious Bentley pulled over, the license plate showing consecutive numbers—less than three in the whole city, attracting onlookers snapping photos.
Zhao Yuheng, already adept at dealing with Shen Shuyi, didn’t wait for a message. He walked to the rear trunk, opened the door, and teasingly greeted with a deep, cello-like voice, slightly hoarse with humor:
“Is Master Cat still angry?”
Zhao Yuheng rested one hand on the window frame and looked inside.
The driver, Xiao Liu, stared in horror, his upright, square face betraying unease, arms crossed.
Zhao Yuheng: … =-= ?
Xiao Liu: … =?=
Meanwhile, Shen Shuyi got out from the driver’s seat.
He slammed the door, turned, and saw Zhao Yuheng and Xiao Liu staring at each other.
Pushing up his sunglasses and adjusting his hairband, he revealed his delicate, radiant face: “What are you two doing?”
Author’s note:
Flirting with all your might but the target is driver Xiao Liu.
Outwardly once, internally exhausting for life.
Brother Zhao … [shattered]?
Answer: Master Cat is at it again, don’t mind him. [Three-colored cat emoji][Three-colored cat emoji]
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