Chapter 7: Confession
Zhao Yuheng had the professional composure of a true waiter — even though he was only a temp.
Faced with this unexpected situation, he calmly wiped the water off his face and asked,
“Mr. Shen, would you still like some champagne?”
Shen Shuyi’s brain completely crashed — instant blue screen.
Lu Zhiwei, meanwhile, was stunned to see Zhao Yuheng. He often came to this restaurant, yet it was the first time he’d seen this extremely handsome waiter.
Lu Zhiwei swung both ways, and seeing such a sharp-featured, elegant man with classic good looks, he was instantly dazzled — tempted to ask for Zhao Yuheng’s WeChat.
But Shen Shuyi was scared half to death.
“Why are you here?!”
What if he’d been followed?
All this… just because he owed the guy some money?!
But then he noticed the waiter’s uniform and realized half the truth already.
“I’m working here,” Zhao Yuheng replied simply.
Shen Shuyi blurted,
“Why would you come work here?”
“Because they were hiring temps,” Zhao Yuheng said evenly.
…
It made so much sense, Shen Shuyi couldn’t even argue.
Lu Zhiwei looked between them, starting to piece things together.
“You two know each other?”
Shen Shuyi didn’t want to admit in public that this man was his fiancé, so he mumbled,
“…You could say that.”
Lu Zhiwei misunderstood completely.
If he’d met Zhao Yuheng alone, he might’ve tried to get his WeChat. But since Shen Shuyi knew him too? Game over.
After all, in Hong Kong’s upper circle, there was a saying — If Shen Shuyi wants you, there’s no one who can refuse him.
Not even Lu Zhiwei himself.
Faced with someone like Shen Shuyi — stunning, charming, dangerous — better to surrender early.
Lu Zhiwei smiled ambiguously.
“Ah, friends then. I won’t disturb you two. I’ll head out first.”
He sensibly got up to leave.
“Wait!” Shen Shuyi said hastily.
Wait? Lu Zhiwei blinked.
Was he… being invited to join in?
A throuple? He could work with that!
But then Shen Shuyi said coldly,
“Pay for the meal before you go.”
Lu Zhiwei: …
So much for that.
At least now he understood one thing clearly — Shen Lu, the current head of the Shen family, had really cut off Shen Shuyi’s allowance.
Once Lu Zhiwei left, only Shen Shuyi and Zhao Yuheng remained at the table.
Facing Zhao Yuheng, Shen Shuyi felt complicated.
Hong Kong was huge — how could they meet like this, by pure chance?
He just went out for lunch, and boom, ran into his cursed fiancé.
He glanced around, then said, “This isn’t the place to talk. Come with me.”
Zhao Yuheng: ?
Didn’t really feel like talking, though.
Shen Shuyi took two steps before noticing Zhao Yuheng still standing there.
Impatiently, he said, “Why are you standing there? Come on!”
The tone carried a faint trace of petulance — though Shen Shuyi himself didn’t notice.
Zhao Yuheng finally moved, answering calmly, “I’m working. I’m not free.”
Shen Shuyi: ?
Work? More important than me?
He was immediately irritated — what kind of lousy part-time job was worth that?
Then, a thought hit him.
Right. Money.
He suddenly remembered he owed Zhao Yuheng a lot of money.
Instantly, his anger vanished, replaced by guilt.
Honestly, he probably had less cash on hand than Zhao could make from this shift.
“When do you get off, then?” Shen Shuyi asked, trying to compromise.
Zhao Yuheng checked his worn watch — maybe worth a couple hundred yuan.
“Half an hour.”
Shen Shuyi: “…”
“Oh.”
And thus, history recorded the first man Shen Third Young Master ever waited half an hour for.
If his friends heard this, their jaws would drop.
But under another’s roof, one had to bow — and Shen Shuyi desperately wanted to find a way out of this annoying engagement.
Half an hour later, Zhao Yuheng came out from the restaurant’s back door, changed into casual clothes.
Shen Shuyi waited impatiently at a nearby café, tapping his fingers, when he finally saw him.
Zhao Yuheng was easy to spot — nearly 1.9 meters tall, broad-shouldered, lean but strong, the kind of figure straight out of a manga panel: clean, striking, perfect proportions.
His short, fluffy hair caught the sunlight like that of a golden retriever — big, calm, radiant.
He wore a simple hoodie that made him look younger, maybe like a college student — fresh, energetic. The clothes were old but spotless, faintly carrying the scent of soap.
Shen Shuyi’s impatience melted a little.
Who didn’t like looking at handsome men? He often cooled his own temper just by admiring himself in the mirror.
Still, he had to scold him a little.
“Why so slow?”
“A table of guests took longer than expected,” Zhao Yuheng explained.
“Oh.”
Shen Shuyi hesitated, then asked the question that really bothered him.
“By the way, when you were in the restaurant earlier — when did you get there? Did you hear me talking to my friend? How much did you hear?”
Yes — this was the real reason he’d waited thirty minutes!
He and Lu Zhiwei had spent a good while gossiping about Zhao Yuheng without realizing he was right there.
If Zhao Yuheng had heard… Shen might as well die on the spot from shame.
He was already heating up just imagining it.
Zhao Yuheng looked at him for a few seconds. Shen Shuyi forced himself to stay cool.
Heh — let’s see who breaks first.
Shen Shuyi would not let him see him panic.
Finally, Zhao Yuheng said, “I didn’t come long ago. I walked up when you asked for the menu.”
“So… you didn’t hear what I said with my friend?” Shen Shuyi blurted, unable to hide his nerves.
Zhao Yuheng raised a brow.
“Do I need to?”
“…No!” Shen Shuyi said quickly.
A wave of relief washed over him.
Thank heavens! Crisis averted!
Now that the stone had fallen from his heart, he was ready to ditch Zhao again.
He didn’t have a good impression of him — every time he saw him, he was reminded of his frozen bank cards.
But just as he turned to leave, his stomach betrayed him —
Gurgle.
The world fell silent.
It was the sound of Young Master Shen’s dignity shattering.
Shen Shuyi froze in horror. No way. Did his stomach just growl?!
He wanted to disappear on the spot.
Not eating for days since his grandfather’s death had taken a toll — grief, stress, and now this.
Even immortals couldn’t run on empty forever.
His cheeks flushed red instantly, almost steaming.
When Shen Shuyi was embarrassed, he got very busy — or wanted to die.
He couldn’t stand another second and tried to bolt —But a hand grabbed his arm.
Shen Shuyi’s body was slender but not weak, all smooth lines and subtle strength. Even through his shirt, his skin felt soft.
Shen Shuyi: ?
Wanted to escape — couldn’t.
Zhao Yuheng blinked, then released him politely.
“It’s still early. Let me buy you dinner.”
Shen Shuyi: “…”
He said nothing.
After a pause, Zhao Yuheng added with a faint smile, “…Alright?”
Shen Shuyi finally, reluctantly nodded.
“Fine.”
Well, at least he asked nicely.
To smooth over the awkwardness, Shen Shuyi pretended nothing had happened.
“Where to? I’m not familiar with this area.”
He usually hung around the city’s elite zones — yachts, clubs, luxury marinas. This district was near the university, far too… ordinary.
Zhao Yuheng looked across the street at a chain beef noodle shop — greasy décor, trash cans by the door. Shen Shuyi followed his gaze.
Just in time to see a diner spit out a toothpick, then casually spit again, grinding it in with his slipper.
Shen Shuyi, perfectly calm, said, “If you take me there, I’ll dump that bowl of beef noodles over your head, twist your neck into that trash can, and toss the whole thing into Victoria Harbor. Got it?”
He smiled sweetly — eyes full of murder.
“Pick. Another. Place.”
Zhao Shuyi: …
It wasn’t even cheap — forty-five yuan a bowl!
So fussy. So spoiled.
Shen Shuyi could practically read his thoughts.
He dared think he was the difficult one? Please.
He only looked this “down and out” because of him!
Besides, what kind of straight man takes his fiancé to a noodle shop on their first date?
Even if it was a forced engagement, have some standards!
“You’ve never dated before, have you?” Shen Shuyi asked, incredulous.
Zhao Yuheng froze slightly, remembering the bank transfer — the “1314” amount, meaning a lifetime of love.
“No,” Zhao Yuheng said quietly, his tone a little complicated.
Shen Shuyi didn’t notice, continuing his rant.
“Figures. With that straight-man brain, who’d even want you?”
He never cared about people’s feelings — which was exactly why he had no real friends.
But Zhao Yuheng didn’t get angry. Calmly, he said, “Doesn’t matter. Worst case, I’ll go on blind dates.”
Blind date = parental arrangement = engagement.
Shen Shuyi instantly made the connection.
Heh. Well, here we are.
The reminder only annoyed him more.
Zhao Yuheng eventually found a small tea restaurant nearby and started walking. Shen Shuyi followed.
“Hey,” Shen Shuyi called.
“Mm?” Zhao Yuheng answered without turning back.
Shen Shuyi hesitated.
“I need to tell you something. I… already have a boyfriend. You know that, right?”
For some reason, he felt nervous saying it.
Zhao Yuheng looked puzzled. What did this young master’s love life have to do with him?
“I know,” he said simply.
Then added, “Doesn’t matter. I don’t mind.”
Author’s Note:
Shuyi: He doesn’t mind = he wants to be the third wheel (faints)
Yep yep, our Xiao Zhao can be both the “1” and the “3”!
By the way, Shen Shuyi’s got that delicate, androgynous beauty — exquisite and pretty — while Zhao Yuheng’s the tall, traditionally masculine, drop-dead-gorgeous type. Together, they’re ridiculously good-looking — the kind of couple that’s pure eye candy. ?
