Chapter 50: Suck Suck Suck, Little Cat
Zhao Yuheng sensed something was off the moment he saw the word “explain.”
By the time he clicked the Little Red Notes link Shen Shuyi had shared with him, the post had already been deleted.
Zhao Yuheng clicked into the user’s profile.
It was a woman he didn’t know at all.
Why would Shen Shuyi share this woman with him?
The few calls Zhao Yuheng made either got hung up on or he was blocked.
Finally, even WeChat couldn’t escape.
Now, he couldn’t sit still.
Shen Shuyi had never acted like this before, even when angry—blocking someone across every platform.
The meeting wasn’t even over, but Zhao Yuheng left early. Luckily, the host was his business partner, and since the company was still small, there weren’t many formalities.
“Sorry. I’ll explain when I get back.”
His friends saw how anxious he was and didn’t stop him.
Zhao Yuheng always gave off a calm, reliable, mature impression. And yet, he was running out in such a hurry?
Did his wife run off with someone else?
As he headed toward the company’s underground garage, he scrolled through the Xiaohongshu profile.
Shen Shuyi had shared this link and then blocked him everywhere.
The problem had to be here.
He remembered a few days ago Shen Shuyi had inexplicably said he had a girlfriend.
He had thought Shen Shuyi was just whimsically making things up and throwing a tantrum.
Using his brains like a top student, Zhao Yuheng didn’t scroll for long before he found, while sitting in the driver’s seat of his Porsche, a screenshot of a post from August by a Little Red Notes blogger named “Wenwen.”
It was a post showing off affection with her boyfriend.
Zhao Yuheng stared, nearly feeling it was absurd.
The blogger’s boyfriend had the exact same name as him?!
No, even the WeChat profile picture was the same.
The more Zhao Yuheng looked, the deeper his frown.
He took a deep breath, as if he now understood where the problem lay.
Shen Shuyi didn’t know how he got home.
He seemed to collapse in Shen Lu’s arms, crying until he was exhausted.
Then, consciousness disappeared.
Shen Lu arranged a car to take him home. At the gate of Shuiwan One, Uncle Lin came out to receive him, only to see the eldest young master himself coming down.
“Young master…”
Shen Lu gestured “shh.”
Uncle Lin looked closely and saw Shen Shuyi sleeping quietly in Shen Lu’s arms.
But his sleep wasn’t peaceful; it looked like he had cried a lot. Even with his eyes closed, they were swollen and red.
Tear streaks still marked his cheeks. In his dreams, he seemed to have encountered something upsetting; his eyelashes twitched restlessly.
Uncle Lin’s heart ached: “Young master, what’s wrong?”
“Upstairs,” Shen Lu said curtly.
After putting Shen Shuyi to rest, Shen Lu glanced at his younger brother before closing the bedroom door.
“Call Liang You to check Shuyi’s health. Also, arrange two private psychologists. When Shuyi wakes up, start the counseling immediately.”
“Yes, sir.”
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, dark clouds had gathered. Rain was imminent.
After giving the instructions, Uncle Lin couldn’t help but ask, “Young master, what happened to Shuyi? He was fine this morning… how did he come back looking so exhausted?”
If he hadn’t asked, Shen Lu wouldn’t have been annoyed. But now, anger flared in his chest.
That Zhao… Zhao Yuheng, or Zhao Yushu, hadn’t been held accountable yet!
“Sir, Uncle Lin,” the housekeeper Xiaomei rushed in, adjusting her clothes and standing properly, “Mr. Zhao… Mr. Zhao is here for the young master… he’s already at the gate.”
“Mr. Zhao? Zhao Yuheng?” Shen Lu immediately realized—there couldn’t be anyone else here looking for Shen Shuyi at this hour.
A cold smirk appeared on his lips: “Speak of the devil. Let’s see what kind of person made Shuyi so upset!”
The moment Zhao Yuheng was ushered into the villa, he sensed the atmosphere was wrong.
Although Shen Shuyi was the owner, he and the staff, including Uncle Lin and Xiao Mei, had no strict master-servant distinction.
Compared to employer and servants, this family felt more like unrelated people living together as one.
But today, Shuiwan One felt tense and oppressive. Xiao Mei and the others stood neatly to the side. Even Uncle Lin bowed respectfully, eyes lowered—a demeanor befitting a butler in a wealthy household.
Zhao Yuheng’s mind was chaotic and anxious, filled with thoughts of finding Shen Shuyi and clarifying what had happened.
Despite his doubts, he didn’t pay much attention—until a deep male voice came from upstairs:
“You’re Zhao Yuheng?”
Zhao Yuheng looked up. From the spiral staircase, a man slowly descended.
He had a face similar to Shen Shuyi, but a completely different aura. Zhao Yuheng immediately recognized him.
Shen Shuyi’s older brother, the current head of the Shen family—Shen Lu.
Although the brothers shared sharp, fox-like eyes, Shen Shuyi’s were round and clear, innocent, like they had been washed with water. Shen Lu’s eyes, however, were soaked in power and ambition—a look of constant superiority and contempt.
Zhao Yuheng frowned.
“President Shen, I’m here to see Shuyi.”
“You still have the nerve to come here?” Shen Lu had wanted to talk calmly, but seeing Shen Shuyi so upset, his temper had vanished: “I guess you already know what happened.”
“I didn’t do anything,” Zhao Yuheng said, sinking inside. “I can explain to Shuyi.”
“No need.” Shen Lu sat on the sofa, cutting straight to the point. He had no intention of letting Zhao Yuheng meet Shen Shuyi: “I know about your relationship with Shuyi.”
Zhao Yuheng stiffened.
Shen Lu knew?
He knew about this… less-than-respectable arrangement with Shen Shuyi?!
“You’re bold,” Shen Lu said coldly. “My brother is getting married in three months, and you still dare to get close to him. Not only that, you’ve caused such a commotion. Zhao, after all this effort, are you after power or money?”
“I want nothing. I just want to see Shen Shuyi.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Shen Lu said bluntly. “Whatever your past with Shuyi, it ends now! You’re smart—name your price, I’ll pay. But in ten minutes, you must take the money and leave Shuiwan One, never appear in front of my brother again.”
These words were humiliating. Zhao Yuheng had never been scolded like this.
He clenched his fists, suppressing his anger, and said gloomily, “I said I don’t want money. I just want to see Shen Shuyi. I have something to tell him.”
“Seems like you don’t understand people’s words. Uncle Lin, show him out!”
Uncle Lin hesitated but summoned the bodyguards.
Zhao Yuheng clenched his fists. When the bodyguards approached, he shoved both aside effortlessly.
The two guards, surprised by his strength, exchanged glances. Honestly, they weren’t his match.
Uncle Lin pressed on Zhao Yuheng’s shoulder, lowering his voice: “Shuyi is sleeping. Even if you stay, you won’t see him.”
“Then I’ll wait outside,” Zhao Yuheng said coldly.
Uncle Lin: …
This stubborn kid… thinking so loudly won’t help!
Fortunately, Shen Lu had gone upstairs to see his brother, worried. Otherwise, Uncle Lin might have quit out of frustration.
“Wait in the car, don’t get wet,” he sighed.
“Whenever Shen Shuyi wants to see me, I’ll wait,” Zhao Yuheng said, his bangs covering his eyes. He looked both lost and stubborn.
Uncle Lin sighed. “Fine, go wait in the car.”
When Shen Shuyi woke up again, the sky outside was already dark.
Perhaps from crying, his eyelids felt heavy, and his head ached.
As he sat up, Uncle Lin brought water and supported his back.
“Master, drink some water.”
Shen Shuyi took a few sips weakly. “Uncle Lin, why are you here?”
“This is home,” Uncle Lin chuckled, coaxing him. “Where else would I be?”
Shen Shuyi looked around and realized he was in his bedroom.
“Where’s my brother?”
He remembered crying in Shen Lu’s arms and then losing consciousness—he wasn’t sure if he fell asleep or fainted.
“The eldest just left. Something came up at the company, he left not long ago.”
Shen Shuyi held the glass, letting the warmth seep into his cold hands.
Seeing him like this, Uncle Lin hesitated. Should he tell Shen Shuyi about Zhao Yuheng waiting outside?
The stubborn kid had refused to wait in the car, standing outside in the rain.
Soon he’d be soaked.
“Is it raining outside?” Shen Shuyi asked, looking toward the window.
“Yes. It’s pouring. Mr. Zhao has been waiting at the gate for hours, without an umbrella.”
Shen Shuyi froze. “Zhao Yuheng? He… he’s at the gate? He came?”
“Yes. Standing there for three or four hours.”
Shen Shuyi panicked. “Why didn’t you give him an umbrella? Why not let him wait inside? Forget it, I’ll call him in—”
He hurriedly got out of bed, but suddenly remembered.
Zhao Yuheng… had cheated on him!
Technically, it wasn’t really cheating—they weren’t a couple. But he had indeed been two-timing him in front of everyone.
Shen Shuyi froze.
Memories came flooding back: the wedding, Xiaohongshu posts, insults, online abuse, flirtatious messages with other women…
His heart tightened.
Damn. How could he forget this?
Uncle Lin asked, “Master? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. My face hurts.”
His dignity, lying on the floor like knives growing out of the carpet, stabbed him all over.
Thinking Zhao Yuheng treated him like that, yet he had rushed to worry he’d get wet…
Those lost self-respects burned on his face.
Pathetic, Shen Shuyi. Truly pathetic.
He’d reached this point and was still worrying about the scumbag.
“Master?” Uncle Lin called again.
“I’m fine. Is he still outside?”
“Yes. Should I tell Mr. Zhao you’re unavailable?”
Could there be a misunderstanding?
Shen Shuyi almost cried again—the chat history was damning. Zhao Yuheng even called another woman “baby”!
“There’s no misunderstanding. Nothing remains between us,” Shen Shuyi said softly.
Uncle Lin didn’t know the details, but he always sided with Shen Shuyi.
“I’ll tell Xiaomei to inform Mr. Zhao you’re unavailable for now, and have him leave.”
What if he refuses?
Zhao Yuheng was stubborn, single-minded—once he decided, he wouldn’t back down. He had already stood outside for hours; would he leave just because Xiao Mei asked?
He couldn’t just wait outside in the rain, risking a cold or sickness. Was this some kind of masochistic strategy?
Shen Shuyi’s mind was a tangle. Zhao Yuheng, if playing a masochistic game, was succeeding.
Shen Shuyi wasn’t truly concerned for Zhao Yuheng—he was just thinking that their arranged marriage was inevitable. Better to clarify now than have a humiliating conflict at the wedding.
“Forget it,” Shen Shuyi thought. The source of all his pain was this cursed arranged marriage.
“Let Zhao Yuheng in. I want to talk to him,” he said.
“Master, are you really okay?”
Xiaomei wrapped a soft shawl around Shen Shuyi’s shoulders.
He sat on the sofa, pale and weak, nodding: “I’m fine.”
He looked fragile, like a gust of wind could blow him away.
“…Really?”
Xiaomei hesitated.
Shen Shuyi’s eyes were egg-shaped from crying, tears spinning, lips trembling.
“I… can…”
Sobbing.
Xiao Mei: If the master can’t handle it, maybe you should use a walkie-talkie to talk to Mr. Zhao! How can you meet him like this? You look like you’ll break!
“Click”—the front door opened.
Zhao Yuheng, drenched, entered, removing his wet jacket and shirt.
Shen Shuyi’s expression turned anxious; his heart felt tightly gripped.
Across the hall, their eyes met. Just a few days apart, yet so much had happened. The gaze felt almost like a lifetime had passed.
Silence filled Shuiwan One. Only the storm outside and thunder remained.
Shen Shuyi gradually calmed down.
Zhao Yuheng walked step by step, standing in front of him.
His expression was unreadable. Shen Shuyi felt a shiver, shrinking slightly.
Then thought: why am I afraid? He’s the cheating one!
After standing in the storm for hours, Zhao Yuheng was soaked.
Water dripped from his hair like a wet dog. Shen Shuyi silently reminded himself: it’s a masochistic strategy.
“Uncle Lin, take him to change,” Shen Shuyi said expressionlessly. “Don’t misunderstand—I just don’t want my carpet dirty.”
“No need,” Zhao Yuheng’s hoarse voice said. “I’ll tell you like this.”
Shen Shuyi’s heart tightened. “Fine!”
Freeze in the cold and rain, deserved!
“Shen Shuyi, I don’t know Xiao Wen and haven’t dated her. It’s a misunderstanding,” Zhao Yuheng said urgently. “Is that why you blocked me?”
Hearing her name again, and this “dating” nonsense, Shen Shuyi forced his mind to stay calm.
“Oh, so that’s why you came.”
He had already realized. Zhao Yuheng and he were just a superficial, forced-fiancé type relationship. Affairs happened everywhere in this circle.
He reflected: his previous romantic ideals about marriage were childish.
“It’s okay. I don’t care about this anymore,” Shen Shuyi said lightly. “Honestly, I was a bit shocked at first, but thinking about it, it’s not surprising. This is how relationships in this circle go.”
Zhao Yuheng froze, then became increasingly furious.
“You say you don’t care?” he demanded.
“Yes. Strange?” Shen Shuyi said calmly. “Our relationship… worrying about caring is kind of funny. We’re adults; let’s be decent. But this incident is still a little embarrassing. Let’s not meet for a while.”
Shen Shuyi didn’t know what he was saying anymore, just wanted to resolve this and sleep.
The living room was oppressively silent.
Shen Shuyi wanted to end the awkwardness quickly. He had explained clearly; Zhao Yuheng should understand.
Understand and leave, he thought. He didn’t want to see his face another second.
“Uncle Lin, show him out.”
Shen Shuyi turned to leave, but Zhao Yuheng grabbed his wrist tightly.
The grip felt like it could crush bones. Shen Shuyi gasped.
“What are you doing?”
Zhao Yuheng stared at him, face terrifying. His eyes bloodshot, hair falling into shadows over his face.
Through gritted teeth, Zhao Yuheng said, “Don’t care? Not meeting?!”
Shen Shuyi thought: well, he finally understands.
“Hmm,” he muttered, thinking this was the best outcome.
“Don’t even think about it!” Zhao Yuheng growled. “You provoked me first, Shen Shuyi, don’t think you can just toss me aside!”
Zhao Yuheng hadn’t expected that after traveling so far to explain, he’d get such a cold response.
Did Shen Shuyi have no heart? Didn’t even want to hear an explanation? Or was he already tired of him, just like he dumped Li Sijia, using any excuse to brush him off?
So… a new target? A new partner?
Thinking this, Zhao Yuheng’s expression darkened, fists cracking.
“What?” Shen Shuyi didn’t understand.
Before he could react, Zhao Yuheng lifted him onto his shoulder.
Shen Shuyi couldn’t believe it. “You’re crazy, Zhao Yuheng! What are you doing?!”
Zhao Yuheng ignored him, carrying him up to the third floor like he weighed nothing.
“Bang”—Shen Shuyi’s bedroom door opened. On Zhao Yuheng’s shoulder, he clawed, scratched, and hit: “Are you sick? Let go!”
Next second, Shen Shuyi fell onto the soft bed.
“Click”—Zhao Yuheng locked the door, leaving Uncle Lin outside.
???
He dared lock the door???
Zhao Yuheng turned. Shen Shuyi got up and slapped him across the face.
“Smack”—pain shot through his face. Realizing what he’d done, Shen Shuyi panicked. “I…”
Zhao Yuheng grabbed his chin, pressing his lips onto Shen Shuyi’s in a forceful kiss, too fast for him to react.
Rather than a kiss, it felt like a wild beast biting him, leaving his lips aching.
The sound of sticky moisture could be heard as they parted.
Shen Shuyi’s mind went blank.
Zhao Yuheng had kissed him fiercely, baring white teeth, eyes obsessive like a predator: “Feel better now? Can you listen to me?”
Author’s note:
When the little cat’s paw slaps, the first thing it smells is… the fragrance.
Yuheng humph—after being slapped by his wife, he might as well bite him back… even if he gets slapped again.
