Chapter 62: Marry, Marry, Marry
At the entrance of the newly purchased marital home, Zhao Ci, who had just gotten Chen Fang’s contact info, bolted into his sports car.
Rolling down the window, tears in his eyes, he cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone and shouted:
“Brother-in-law! I’m leaving! Now that you’re with my brother, you’ll definitely be much happier—happier—happier—ier—er—”
Was this idiot… mimicking his own echo effect?!
Watching the sports car vanish into the distance, Shen Shuyi could still hear Zhao Ci’s ridiculous voice echoing for what felt like three days.
Now, only he and Zhao Yuheng were left inside the villa.
The real estate agent, sensing the strange atmosphere, quietly slipped away.
What? It wasn’t shocking enough that the newlyweds’ marital house was paid for by the elder brother?
And the very next second, the “younger brother’s fiancée” instantly became the “elder brother’s wife”!
Hah—no short drama in history had ever switched male leads this fast!
The agent was still young, still wanted to keep his job, still wanted to live.
He knew too much about the secrets of the wealthy—if he didn’t run now, when would he?
Bowing nervously, not daring to meet their eyes, the agent said hurriedly:
“Mr. Zhao, the deposit has already been transferred to the designated account. The full payment and property transfer should be completed next week. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave. Have a pleasant evening.”
This recently returned Zhao heir had, after last night’s high-society banquet, already become the talk of the elite circle.
Especially for luxury real estate agents like him—every one of them had a “billionaire list.” It was impossible not to know Zhao Yuheng.
“Mm.” Zhao Yuheng didn’t make things difficult for him.
Once the agent left, the living room fell silent.
Then Zhao Yuheng suddenly said, “Your fiancé seems to have cheated on you.”
“Oh.”
Wow. That’s some cold humor right there.
Who’s trying to stir trouble now?
Zhao Yuheng spoke slowly:
“Though it’s a pity, a man like that really isn’t fit for marriage.”
“Oh? And why’s that?” Shen Shuyi asked, surprised he had an opinion.
“Zhao Ci loves extreme sports too much. He’s bound to get into an accident someday. If that happens, his wife would be left a widow. I don’t think he’s a good lifelong bet.”
“Isn’t being a widow a good deal?” Shen Shuyi blinked innocently. “I’d inherit my husband’s billions.”
Zhao Yuheng: “…”
He coughed lightly.
“You could inherit billions without being widowed. Choosing the right husband matters.”
“Oh? Then who do you think is right?”
“No idea,” Zhao Yuheng replied flatly, staring ahead.
…
Heh.
Acting again, huh?
Keep it up—you might as well play dead!
“Anyway,” Shen Shuyi continued, “I know at least one kind I definitely shouldn’t pick.”
“What kind?” Zhao Yuheng turned toward him.
“Hmm…” Shen Shuyi began counting on his fingers, taking pity on the “humble student” before him. “Let’s see: graduated from HKU, straight guy, terrible fashion sense, a history of fraud, and a name that has the character ‘Heng’ in it…”
Zhao Yuheng raised a brow and smiled.
“So many. Good thing that has nothing to do with me.”
Shen Shuyi: …
Dare to say that again with a straight face?!
He was clearly just bored—why was he wasting time talking nonsense with Zhao Yuheng?
Since the deposit was already paid, he turned to leave.
After two steps, he noticed Zhao Yuheng wasn’t following.
Really? He gets all sulky after a few teasing remarks now?
Two years apart, and somehow he’d gotten more thin-skinned.
He hadn’t even blamed him yet for destroying their “not-in-love” love story!
Shen Shuyi hesitated to look back, but Zhao Yuheng soon caught up.
“Want to get something to eat?”
New topic unlocked.
Seeing that he wasn’t angry, Shen Shuyi’s bratty streak returned immediately.
“No. You pissed me off—I’m full already.”
“Then how can I make it up to you?” Zhao Yuheng asked earnestly. “Want to hit me to vent your anger?”
“No need,” Shen Shuyi snorted. “I’m not into domestic violence.”
…
“Oh?” Zhao Yuheng’s lips curved. “Domestic violence.”
“?”
It took Shen Shuyi several seconds to realize the pun—and the fact that this man was teasing him.
Was he taking advantage again?!
“Right,” Shen Shuyi said sweetly. “You’re Zhao Ci’s brother, my big brother too—same family, right?”
Zhao Yuheng fell silent.
Shen Shuyi’s heart skipped—had that gone too far?
But it was true! And yet… he did look a little hurt.
“Zhao Yuheng, are you sad?”
“No,” Zhao Yuheng replied quietly. “Just a small setback. Nothing serious.”
…Small setback? What are you plotting now?
But he did seem calmer after that, and asked again,
“What do you want to eat?”
Shen Shuyi had woken up late and eaten only half an apple for breakfast. Now, truthfully, he was hungry.
So when Zhao Yuheng asked a second time, he dropped the pretense.
“Anything’s fine.”
They got into the car.
Zhao Yuheng, in the driver’s seat, fastened his belt and reached to help Shen Shuyi with his. Hearing those familiar two words, he froze.
“‘Anything’? Really?”
“Mm.”
“Peking duck?”
“No.”
“Hotpot?”
“No.”
“Western food?”
“No.”
“Beijing cuisine?”
Shen Shuyi shook his head again.
“Shen Shuyi,” Zhao Yuheng sighed.
Shen Shuyi looked away.
“I said anything. You just haven’t picked the kind of ‘anything’ I want.”
Zhao Yuheng chuckled.
“How about stewed pear soup? If it’s bad, we’ll go somewhere else.”
That actually sounded… nice.
Shen Shuyi nodded politely.
“Wouldn’t that be wasteful?”
“No. I’ll finish whatever you can’t.”
…Oh.
He nodded again without thinking.
When the Bentley started moving, Shen Shuyi suddenly asked, “Wait—aren’t we calling Zhao Ci?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I can only afford to treat one person.”
Shen Shuyi blinked.
“What?”
“All my money went into that villa deposit.”
…WHAT.
This idiot spent everything?!
He stared blankly for a while, unable to process it.
Even he, the champion of reckless spending, had limits. But this man had just dropped billions like pocket change!
Zhao Yuheng—new money and no sense!
Didn’t he know such people never lasted long in rich families?!
He looked so worried now—if the Zhao family ever kicked him out, what then?
Later, over dessert, Shen was still sighing.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like it?”
Zhao Yuheng took the same spoon and had a taste—seemed fine to him.
“It’s not that.” Shen Shuyi frowned. “You really paid the deposit?”
He hesitated, then asked softly, “Can’t you get it back?”
“Why? You don’t like the villa?”
“No, I do! But you shouldn’t spend all your savings!”
And really, why was he paying for their marital home?
Oh right—because Zhao Ci was broke.
“Useless!”
Across the city, Zhao Ci’s phone buzzed.
“???”
[What’s wrong, Brother-in-law? ?]
He really called himself that?!
“So you’re worried about that,” Zhao Yuheng said softly. “Don’t worry. Money can always be earned again.”
Shen Shuyi sighed. He was so naïve!
“You can’t just spend like this. You’ll give your father a bad impression—what if he thinks you’re worse than Zhao Ci and kicks you out?”
“Worse than Zhao Ci? That’s hard.”
“Don’t get cocky just because you have money!” Shen Shuyi pointed at him with his chopsticks. “Don’t forget—Zhao Ci might be useless, but he has me now.”
“If he and I teamed up against you,” Shen Shuyi added threateningly, “what would you do then?”
Zhao Yuheng smiled faintly.
“Baby, zero times anything is still zero—especially zero times zero.”
“Are you calling me stupid?!”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
Oh no—he didn’t even object to being called “baby.”
“You’d better not!” Shen Shuyi huffed, though he knew deep down Zhao Yuheng was smarter.
But so what? He could always dump a smarter man.
The smarter man, however, would never get over him.
So really, he was still the winner here.
“Anyway,” Shen Shuyi said after a pause, “you should still take the money back. Keep it in your own pocket.”
“Then where will you live?” Zhao Yuheng asked gently, peeling an orange for him and removing every bit of the white fiber.
“Don’t worry about us,” Shen Shuyi muttered, then admitted, “Zhao Ci and I won’t live together after marriage anyway. So there’s no need for such an expensive place.”
Zhao Yuheng almost dropped the orange.
Even Shen Shuyi realized how awkward that sounded. Saying this to his ex felt… suggestive.
“But I’ll still marry him. Don’t get the wrong idea!”
zhao Yuheng was quiet for a long moment before sighing.
“Me too.”
“Huh? You too what?”
“I’m not used to Beijing either,” he said calmly. “Living in someone else’s house is uncomfortable. Having your own place feels freer.”
Shen Shuyi blinked—he’d actually noticed that?
He’d thought he’d hidden it well.
Because yes—he wasn’t used to Beijing’s climate, nor to living under someone else’s roof.
He needed a home, not just a place to stay.
“Anyway,” Shen Shuyi said finally, chewing the orange, “you should make Zhao Ci pay you back for the house.”
“Are you worried I’ll be kicked out,” Zhao Yuheng asked quietly, “or do you just not want to spend my money?”
Shen: …
What kind of ATM logic was this?!
“Just get the money back! And the two-million-dollar sports car too—he doesn’t deserve it!”
“Okay. I’ll do as you say,” Zhao Yuheng said with a smile. “But the house stays. You’ll live there someday.”
Shen Shuyi: …
Forget it—no use arguing with an ATM.
“Just remember to ask him for the money.”
“I will.”
Zhao Yuheng’s gaze lingered on his face, soft but firm.
“I’ll make sure he pays me back.”
Dinner ended around nine.
Since Zhao Yuheng now knew he didn’t want to stay at the Zhao mansion, Shen Shuyi stopped pretending and had him drive him to his hotel.
In the car, he scrolled through WeChat Moments—and saw Zhao Ci posting selfies with his new Koenigsegg in some warehouse, grinning ear to ear.
That grin made Shen Shuyi furious.
Especially knowing the car was bought with Zhao Yuheng’s money!
He typed angrily under the post:
[Why isn’t there a dislike button..]
Still not enough.
He added:
[Die!]
[All you think about is cars! One day your wife will run away and you won’t even notice!]
Zhao Ci panicked:
[Q?Q??]
“Now you’re scared, huh?” Shen Shuyi sneered.
Zhao Ci replied:
[Don’t worry, Brother-in-law! I’ve already locked my wife up!]
“???”
Then came a photo—of the Koenigsegg’s tire, clamped with a wheel lock.
[Thanks for the reminder! With such an expensive car, I’d better make sure it doesn’t get stolen tonight! ???]
Shen Shuyi: ………
Forget it. Arguing with an idiot was pointless.
He looked out the window, feeling oddly calm again.
The Bentley soon stopped in front of Qushui Huating Hotel.
So soon. The ride had never felt this short before.
Zhao Yuheng got out first to open his door.
The hotel’s architecture was a blend of northern Chinese style, with golden nanmu wood and antique eaves. Shen Shuyi’s suite—worth 150,000 yuan a night—was normally reserved for Shen Lu, but he sometimes used it too.
The butler was already waiting at the entrance.
But Shen Shuyi didn’t go in immediately.
He’d made Zhao Yuheng spend too much today. Though it wasn’t intentional, it still made him uncomfortable.
After a pause, he said softly, “Thanks for today. Sorry for all the trouble.”
Zhao Yuheng looked at him silently.
His chest ached a little—this man, his man, was actually saying “sorry” to him now.
“You don’t have to say that to me.”
“…Oh.”
That was… awkward.
They couldn’t just keep standing there like fools.
“Then I’ll go in. Bye.”
Bye-bye-bye-bye—preferably forever.
Having an ex constantly appear before him wasn’t healthy.
Two years ago, their breakup wasn’t by choice, and yes—he still had feelings.
Which was exactly why he shouldn’t see him now.
He turned away, suppressing the sour sting in his chest, blinking rapidly.
If he walked faster, maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much.
Then—
“Shen Shuyi.”
He stopped. Didn’t turn.
“What you said earlier—was it true?”
“What?”
Zhao Yuheng stepped closer, his voice almost brushing his ear.
“You said: HKU graduate, straight guy, bad fashion, fraud record, name with ‘Heng’—don’t ever choose a man like that.”
…Oh. That.
He’d forgotten, but now that Zhao Yuheng reminded him—damn, he had said that, just to mock him!
And this guy remembered every single word?!
Shen Shuyi rubbed his nose awkwardly, about to laugh it off, when Zhao Yuheng continued:
“The fraud record isn’t true, I can change my name, and I’m probably not straight anymore. I’m also planning to apply for graduate school at Peking University, so I guess I won’t be an HKU graduate either.”
“Most of the conditions can be changed. So… can you reconsider?”
Shen Shuyi froze, his heart thudding violently.
Zhao Yuheng smiled faintly.
“How about marrying this kind of man?”
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