Chapter 394: , Two Women Fighting, Revenge

The moment she saw Zhou Shihe appear at the small building at No. 26, Xiao Han instinctively felt fear and worry.

Looking at this imaginary rival in love whose appearance, temperament, and even all-around qualities could rival Song Yu, she felt particularly uncomfortable in her heart.

In the past, when she saw Zhou Shihe, her intuition told her she should be vigilant. But there was no need to rise to the level of being anxious about gains and losses.

But today, she gave up any illusions.

Because someone she didn't want to see deep in her heart suddenly appeared frequently in a short period of time; she knew that God must have started making trouble with a flick of a finger—if it's a blessing, it's not a disaster; if it's a disaster, it can't be avoided.

Xiao Han didn't believe in fate. She was afraid that if she believed in fate, she would forget about human disaster.

In her mind, Song Yu was a human disaster, and the current Zhou Shihe could temporarily count as half.

The reason she said temporarily count as half was because she hadn't determined her honey's attitude toward Zhou Shihe yet.

At this very moment, she really hoped that her personality was suspicious and she was overthinking.

But when encountering such a beauty who might not be found among a million people, would the amorous Mr. Li really be indifferent?

If a person has no long-term worries, there must be near troubles.

Hiding these thoughts in the bottom of her heart, Xiao Han carried things in both hands and went up to the second floor.

Zhou Shihe looked at her back at the main gate, pondered for a moment, then gave up the idea of going upstairs to get her bag, and left the small building at No. 26 directly.

Seeing that the so-called Fudan big shot didn't follow, Xiao Han, who was at the stairwell on the second floor, paused for a while, and suddenly realized that it seemed the situation wasn't as bad as she had thought, and she had arrived just in time.

Putting the sticky rice zongzi and cake on the table, Xiao Han pondered for a moment at the two women's bags on the sofa, then walked toward the study.

Arriving at the study door, she first adjusted her emotions, held the doorknob with her right hand, slowly pushed it open a crack, and then poked her head in.

Li Heng was immersed in his own world at this time, writing seriously, writing Chapter 40 of 'White Deer Plain'.

Since returning from White Deer Village, he had written 16 chapters in two months, about 220,000 words. The progress couldn't be called fast, but it wasn't slow either. Everything was under his control, and he was very satisfied.

After waiting for a while and not getting any response from her honey, Xiao Han suppressed the longing in her heart, quietly closed the study door, and then left the place on tiptoe.

Next, she patrolled her "territory" like a queen, went to the master bedroom, and saw the neat bed. She inexplicably felt an illusion, always feeling that there was a woman taking care of his daily life; otherwise, how could it be so tidy?

To verify her conjecture, she then went to the two secondary bedrooms, went to the attic and balcony, went to the washroom, and also walked through every room and the kitchen on the first floor. As a result, everywhere she went and everything she saw was clean, without a trace of dust or cobwebs.

Who?

Mai Sui?

Yu Shuheng across the street?

Or Zhou Shihe?

Or, Mai Shuhe?

After analyzing the characteristics of these three women, Xiao Han finally locked her focus on Mai Sui.

Yu Shuheng was a university teacher; even if she had designs on her own man, she wouldn't show it openly, and it was even more impossible for her to help him clean up daily, which involved secular views and ethics.

As for Zhou Shihe, after pondering for a while, she also denied it. Because the impression Zhou Shihe gave her was relatively peculiar and complex, the other party should be a very proud person.

If Zhou Shihe really had an unclear relationship with her man, she wouldn't have left directly just now, but would have more likely gone upstairs with her to declare sovereignty.

People are sometimes so strange; a simple meeting and two or three sentences of small talk can figure out the other party's behavior and positioning.

Finally, only Mai Sui was left, and at this stage, it could only be Mai Sui.

Song Yu, do you know that your best friend in high school is prying your wall corner?

Last time she saw Mai Sui retreat, she thought things would slow down and she would have more room to maneuver, but she didn't expect that after only two months of being busy with Professor Wen, Mai Sui not only didn't retreat, not only was the dead ashes rekindled, but she had gone a step further.

Two months, this was a heartbreaking two months.

Xiao Han was extremely depressed in her heart, but she had no good way to deal with it; one involved feelings, and the other involved human relationships and the future.

Moreover, she also understood a truth, that is, distant water cannot quench near thirst. She had slept with him several times and knew how strong his needs were in that regard? How powerful he was in bed? She couldn't hold on every time, surrendered halfway every time, and didn't have the ability to make him satisfied.

But looking at Mai Sui's graceful figure and inner charming temperament, it seemed that every cell exuded enchanting charm. She was simply a walking humanoid aphrodisiac. After spending a long time together, she believed that few men could resist this physiological temptation.

The reason she said physiological was because when hormone levels accumulated to a certain extent, all men would become animals thinking with their lower bodies, and often Mai Sui was most charming at this time.

Returning to the second floor, Xiao Han went to the sofa and stared blankly at the two women's handbags again.

It was very obvious that these two bags should belong to Mai Sui and Zhou Shihe.

Without a doubt, these two women often stayed in this small building, even to the point of being so familiar that they treated it like their own home.

At one moment, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: Zhou Shihe had clearly seen her downstairs, so why didn't she take the bags down with her and leave with them? Could it be that she left the bags here on purpose? To make things difficult for her?

Actually, she had guessed right.

It was indeed intentional on Zhou Shihe's part.

Don't let Zhou Gu Niang's frail, gentle, and soft-spoken appearance fool you into thinking she is very easy to get along with. But Xiao Han's first sentence downstairs, "Is my man at home?", had a very clear implication of asserting ownership, which made her think of Mai Sui, so she decided to leave the bags on the second floor to leave an opening for her best friend.

Zhou Shihe had her own philosophy of conduct: if you respect me an inch, I will return the favor by a foot.

If you use tactics and schemes on me every time we meet, I won't let you have your way every time either. She not only left her best friend's bag behind but also left her own, just to make her overthink and keep her guessing.

Of course, all of this was not Zhou Shihe's original intention; she felt a faint sense of regret as soon as she left the No. 26 small building. She felt that what she had done was a bit much, somewhat inappropriate, and completely inconsistent with her personality.

But the strange thing was that she had subconsciously done exactly that.

Returning to the No. 27 small building, Zhou Shihe didn't go anywhere else but went straight to the music room, sat gracefully in front of the grand piano, and reflected on her actions.

After a while, she moved the sheet music on the piano aside a little, placed her slender hands on the black and white keys, and began to play quietly.

She wasn't playing any other piece, but the very one she liked most right now, "The Mark of Rain."

For a time, the large music room was permeated by the heartwarming melody, and she felt as if she had arrived in a beautiful and ethereal world, where all things were flourishing, spring rain was falling continuously, and mountain flowers were romantic.

As she played, Zhou Shihe, who was extremely familiar with the piece, slowly closed her eyes and began to play from memory.

At this moment, she seemed to have completely grasped the true essence of the piece; the artistic atmosphere arose from her heart, and she entered a wonderful state where both she and the entire piece were being sublimated.

Suddenly, her hands stopped; she had actually seen a figure in her imaginary world, and it was him!

It was Li Heng!

He was in the world of rain, standing on an ancient pavilion and looking into the distance. And she was playing the piano on the lush green grass of spring.

In this world, the two seemed to be far apart, yet they were only a glance away, and they could see each other.

Thoughts flashed like lightning, and many images crossed her mind, but only an instant had passed; the next second, her hands moved again, and the music room was once again filled with beautiful sounds.

Perhaps because there was one more person in the world in her mind, the piano sound at this moment was even more lively, more vibrant, and the artistic atmosphere was even more distant than before.

The road has an end, and the music has a coda; once the piece was finished, Zhou Shihe savored it for a long time, and finally, she slowly opened her eyes.

At this instant, her eyes were full of surprise and confusion.

The surprise was that, just now, under the influence of a specific emotion, she had attained enlightenment! She had completely mastered this piece and could play it effortlessly from now on, making it a representative work of her performances.

This must be what her teacher called attaining the Dao.

As for the confusion: she stood up unhurriedly, came to the window, pulled back a corner of the curtain, and looked up at the starry sky with pure eyes; after the surprise faded, there was nothing but confusion.

Why did he appear in the world of rain?

Could it be because this piece was composed by him?

No. 26 small building.

While writing nearly 4,000 words in the form of filling in squares, Li Heng felt a sudden urge to urinate.

Damn it!

Just when his inspiration was at its best, he actually had to go to the bathroom; damn it, if he had known, he wouldn't have drunk so much water.

It was also because the beef noodles for dinner were too salty, causing so many problems. An extremely reluctant Li Heng muttered to himself, stood up, stretched his wrists, and opened the study door.

The moment the door opened, he froze.

He saw Xiao Han, and he couldn't believe it; his face was instantly filled with surprise.

Xiao Han turned her head at the sound and looked over; seeing the speed at which his expression changed, her eyes curved into crescents, and she smiled, revealing two small dimples.

With a sprint, Li Heng picked up Xiao Han, kissed her once, then kissed her again, and said, "Wife, why are you here? When did you arrive?"

Xiao Han wrapped her arms around his neck very naturally and said with a sweet smile, "I arrived around 7 o'clock. As for why I came, can my Mr. Li really not guess?"

Li Heng caught a glimpse of the zongzi and cake on the coffee table out of the corner of his eye and immediately realized, "Oh! Look at how busy I've been these past few days; I actually forgot about this. Is tomorrow the Dragon Boat Festival?"

"Yes, it is."

"Where did the zongzi come from? Did you buy them?"

"The teacher gave them to me. I told her you liked them, so she let me bring them to you."

"Professor Wen is so kind; thank her for me later. It's so late, did you take the bus by yourself again?"

"No, Professor Wen drove me here; she had to go to Hongkou to handle some business, so she gave me a ride on the way." Seeing that he intended to scold her, Xiao Han explained it this way.

The two looked at each other, and Li Heng, feeling warm inside, wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and lowered his head to kiss her.

Xiao Han was moved, pushed all previous distracting thoughts out of her mind, and kissed her honey meticulously.

After a deep kiss, the two, who were about to suffocate, finally separated. He said softly, "I was originally planning to go to your school tomorrow afternoon. By the way, tomorrow is Friday, don't you have classes?"

"Tomorrow is your birthday; this is my best excuse for skipping class, so of course I'm not going." Xiao Han cleared her throat and smiled very sweetly.

Li Heng laughed out loud, flicked her tall, petite nose with his finger, and asked with concern, "Then have you had dinner yet?"

"No, please treat your beauty to a meal." Xiao Han had a full day of classes today; after finishing the eighth period, she ran out of school like the wind to pick up the cake from the shop where she had ordered it.

Then she took the teacher's car to Yang Pu; she didn't have time to eat dinner at all.

At the familiar teasing "beauty," the smile on Li Heng's face grew even wider; there was absolutely no mistake, it couldn't be wrong, the only person who could be this humorous was this wife of his who liked to grumble to herself.

Coming out of the bathroom, Li Heng lifted his left wrist to check the time, then immediately took her hand and walked toward the stairs: "Let's go, it's past 8 o'clock, it's not too early, let's go eat something first."

Xiao Han didn't answer, but looked at the back of his head with a smile in her eyes; a small tuft of hair seemed to be disobedient, sticking up, looking very spirited.

Down on the first floor, Li Heng discovered that the door wasn't locked, and only then did he remember that Zhou Shihe had been at her own home earlier, and he had also instructed Mai Sui to come over tonight.

At this hour, the literary evening party should be about to end, he thought to himself, but his head lifted and he looked at the neighboring No. 27 small building.

There was no one in the attic, and no one on the balcony either.

Hmm?

There was someone by the music room window, and it was Comrade Shihe.

Li Heng saw Zhou Shihe, and the latter also saw him.

Zhou Shihe swept her eyes over the two of them holding hands, and a moment later, she raised her eyes again and looked back at the night sky.

Li Heng withdrew his gaze, thinking to himself that Zhou Gu Niang should have understood what he meant, and should be able to help with this favor, right?

To be honest, although he had been getting along with Zhou Shihe for almost a year, he couldn't say he understood her particularly well. Because of her family background, she had a quiet nature and was very good at controlling her emotions in front of others; she didn't have the hearty joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of her peers, always giving people a sense of mystery, a feeling of being unfathomable and untouchable.

This was also the reason why many boys and girls in school would automatically restrain their personalities by three points in front of her, and why they didn't dare to bare their fangs or show their claws in front of her.

Xiao Han took in all his actions from behind, but didn't point them out; she pretended to be ignorant and squeezed his hand tightly, and the two walked out along the bluestone path, laughing and talking.

But as they walked, the two stopped in the alley and looked at the person coming toward them in unison.

"Teacher, Aunt Shen."

"Yu Laoshi."

Li Heng and Xiao Han called out one after another.

It was such a coincidence that Yu Shuheng and Shen Xin, mother and daughter, had just gotten out of the car and walked into the alley at this moment. The former was holding a stack of books, which complemented her rich scholarly temperament.

And Shen Xin was carrying a bag full of zongzi; after quickly sizing up Xiao Han, she greeted them with a full face of smiles:

"Li Heng, come to our house to eat zongzi later; your Yu Laoshi knew you liked meat zongzi and specifically ordered Auntie to make dozens of them."

As she spoke, she also shook the large string of meat zongzi she was holding in her right hand.

Li Heng: "..."

Aunt Shen, oh Aunt Shen, let's make a deal; I beg you, can you not do this?

Even if I am an old hand in the world of flowers, I can't withstand you wearing me down like this.

Xiao Han's expression remained unchanged, and she obediently held her honey's hand.

But in her heart, she had already angrily molded two small clay figures. With a squeeze of her left hand, the clay figure in the shape of Yu Shuheng instantly turned into an ugly monster, the kind that would make a man unable to sleep at night if he looked at it for one more second; with a squeeze of her right hand, the clay figure in the shape of Shen Xin immediately lost its mouth.

A moment later, she squeezed hard again, and the clay figure in the shape of Shen Xin was immediately smashed to pieces.

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