Chapter 445: None of Them Are Simple—They

Leaving the private room, Song Yu knocked on the door of the adjacent room.

Song Song Song Shuyu seemed to have already woken up, waiting for her niece's arrival.

Opening the door, Song Song Song Shuyu carefully studied Song Yu, then asked the two outside: "Did you pick up all your things? Nothing left behind?"

Song Yu nodded lightly. "I've checked everything."

Hearing this, Song Song Song Shuyu turned back to fetch her luggage and left the room with Sun Manning.

Downstairs, while the aunt and niece were checking out, Sun Manning secretly tugged Li Heng's sleeve: "You and Song Yu slept in the same bed last night?"

Li Heng rolled his eyes, too lazy to answer the second-rate girl.

Sun Manning refused to give up, asking with morbid curiosity: "What's it like sleeping with a beauty like Song Yu? Is she different from other women?"

Li Heng glared at her. "If you say another word like that, I'll throw you into Dongtinghu."

Sun Manning pouted. "Ah! This is Song Yu we're talking about—she actually slept with you? I can't even imagine it. How could she let you sleep with her?"

It wasn't just Sun Manning who couldn't imagine it—even Aunt Song Song Song Shuyu found it unimaginable.

Her eldest niece had always been so proud; her aunt knew better than anyone. She never expected her niece would suddenly come to her yesterday, saying she wanted to come to the county, stay at the inn, and wait for Li Heng.

Song Song Song Shuyu didn't know what had happened between Yu Bao and Li Heng that caused him to return, but when she had tentatively left last night, Yu Bao hadn't followed her—this genuinely shocked her.

But given the circumstances, she couldn't call out to Yu Bao or expose anything.

All night long, Song Song Song Shuyu had been pondering this, straining her ears to listen for any sound from the next room. She never imagined Yu Bao would pamper Li Heng this much, never imagined Yu Bao loved him this deeply.

Well, although her little aunt had always supported Song Yu being with Li Heng, sharing a bed was something she had never anticipated.

Song Song Song Shuyu wondered: if her sister-in-law found out what Yu Bao did last night, would she be so furious she couldn't eat for three days?

Leaving the inn, the four had a simple breakfast, then Song Yu told her aunt: "Auntie, I want to see Li Heng off to Changsha."

Song Song Song Shuyu readily agreed.

How could she refuse?

They'd already shared a bed—it was settled. Now that things had gone this far, as an aunt, she might as well see it through to the end.

They boarded the minivan and headed toward Changsha.

The moment they stepped into the vehicle, Sun Manning became certain Song Yu and Li Heng had slept together, and she wailed in despair for a long while. Such a beautiful woman—how could Li Heng have defiled her? How disgusting.

Song Song Song Shuyu and Sun Manning sat in front; Li Heng and Song Yu sat side by side in the back. They chatted and laughed all the way, quickly passing Miluo and arriving in Changsha.

Song Song Song Shuyu asked Li Heng: "Going to the airport?"

Li Heng looked troubled. "My ticket to Beijing has expired."

Song Song Song Shuyu understood, exchanged a glance with her niece, and said: "Then let's go to the airport first. I'll help you find someone I know."

"Oh, thank you, Auntie!" Li Heng quickly thanked her.

With her husband's position, she still had some connections in Changsha—maybe she could really get him a ticket.

He'd already planned: if all else failed, he'd call Yu Fu Fu Laoshi and ask for help. Otherwise, taking the train to Beijing would take two days and two nights, and with this heat, it wasn't just a waste of time—it was torture.

Things didn't go as smoothly as hoped, but the outcome was good. After making several calls, Song Song Song Shuyu managed to secure a ticket through a contact.

Taking the ticket, Li Heng sincerely thanked her: "Thank you, Auntie. You've gone to so much trouble."

"No need to be so formal—we're family," Song Song Song Shuyu smiled, subtly acknowledging the new status between him and Song Yu, then took the three out for lunch.

After lunch, the four chatted for a while until just before Li Heng's boarding time, when Song Song Song Shuyu and Sun Manning left, giving the two space.

Li Heng groaned in reluctance: "I really don't want to leave. I want to stay with you."

Song Yu smiled. "Then stay."

Li Heng nodded firmly. "Okay!"

Song Yu looked at him, paused, then said: "I don't require you to write me a letter every day. Write me one every half-month."

The first half of that sentence left Li Heng stunned.

He'd thought his daily letters to Xiao Han were perfectly hidden, that Song Yu hadn't noticed—yet here he was, transparent as a sieve in front of her.

Had it been the same in his past life? Had she simply chosen not to expose him?

Seeing his dazed expression, Song Yu smiled and asked: "Still want to marry me?"

"Mm-hmm."

Li Heng nodded vigorously, like a child. "Marrying you is my greatest wish in this life."

Song Yu stared quietly into his eyes for a moment, then spoke with solemn composure: "Your flight's being called. Go check in."

Li Heng glanced around, stood up: "When I get to Beijing, I'll call you."

Song Yu nodded with a smile.

Li Heng walked twenty steps forward, then stopped. He turned and ran back to her, standing before her, face full of reluctance.

Their eyes met. Then Song Yu reached out and smoothed his shirt collar, gently saying: "Don't be reluctant. I can't go everywhere."

Li Heng asked happily: "You're not kicking me out?"

Song Yu's beautiful lips moved slightly as she sighed: "I haven't seen any sign you intend to let me go."

Li Heng grinned broadly, hugged her, then let go: "Then I'm off. Take care. Whether you have time or not, remember me. I'll write you a letter every half-month."

Song Yu smiled silently, standing where she was, watching him leave.

As soon as he was gone, Song Song Song Shuyu and Sun Manning walked over from nearby.

Seeing her niece's unusual expression, Song Song Song Shuyu asked: "You've only been together a few days—why not go to Beijing with him?"

In the past, even if her aunt had wholeheartedly approved of Li Heng and Yu Bao together, she would never have said this—back then, societal attitudes were limited, and she was relatively conservative.

Or rather, all the Song family had been shaped by Old Master Song's traditional values.

But after last night, Song Song Song Shuyu felt that since they'd already shared a bed, there was no need for such caution. Even if Yu Bao was beautiful and refined, she was still just a woman—in love, she needed to be proactive, or else someone might steal Li Heng away, given how outstanding he was.

Song Yu said: "He's going to Beijing to handle something."

Song Song Song Shuyu replied: "Even if he has things to do, that doesn't stop you from accompanying him. Yu Bao, relationships need nurturing. When it's time to be passionate, be passionate—your nature is too reserved."

Hearing the word "passionate," Song Yu unconsciously thought of Chen Chen Chen Zijin—the passionate one, the sly fox-like one, the subtly seductive one.

The flight from Changsha to Beijing took over two hours.

Li Heng, who hadn't slept much in the early hours of last night, had planned to catch up on rest—but he couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard he tried.

His mind was filled with Song Yu's image.

He felt both fear and relief.

Fear: because his path differed from his past life—he'd pursued Xiao Han first, and accidentally tangled in his best friend Mai Sui, causing Song Yu to lose heart and consider leaving.

Relief: he'd rushed back from Changsha to Dongtinghu in time, salvaged everything, and through sharing a bed, their relationship hadn't regressed—it had advanced dramatically.

Having returned from the past, he wasn't afraid of losing the world—he feared losing them all three because of his own greed. That he could not accept.

But Song Yu was still Song Yu—always soft-hearted toward him, always highly tolerant. If it had been any other girl—or even the fickle Xiao Han—the situation wouldn't have ended so easily.

Unable to sleep, with a child wailing behind him, Li Heng glanced irritably over his shoulder.

A young mother immediately apologized: "Sorry, I've disturbed you."

Having been through it himself, having been a father, Li Heng understood the hardships of raising children—he didn't blame her, only sighed at how impossible this kid was to handle.

Lost in thought, he idly pulled out a letter—Song Yu had given it to him at the inn.

Who wrote it?

Why write anonymously to Song Yu?

What did it say?

Why did Song Yu give it to him?

Li Heng held the envelope, studied the handwriting for a long while, then confirmed he didn't recognize it. He finally pried open the seal and pulled out a single sheet of paper.

Yes—just one sheet.

The paper was plain, ordinary writing paper, revealing no clues whatsoever. Clearly, the writer had been extremely careful, leaving no trace.

After checking the stationery and finding nothing, Li Heng turned to the letter's content.

The letter was short—only one paragraph.

But he was fine until he read it—then he was stunned.

The entire content was about Zhou Zhou Zhou Shihe: describing her appearance, demeanor, talents, and more.

Reading through, the message was clear: Zhou Zhou Zhou Shihe was a formidable potential rival. Warn Song Yu to prepare against her.

Damn it! Who the hell is this? Got nothing better to do?

Deliberately sowing discord?

Me and Zhou Zhou Zhou Shihe? We're like scallions with tofu—clean, pure, nothing between us!

Angry, Li Heng read it again. To be fair, the letter's description of Zhou Zhou Zhou Shihe was objective. No matter how you praised her, it didn't seem wrong.

But the problem was—Song Yu wasn't inferior to Zhou Zhou Zhou Shihe.

Reading it a third time, Li Heng understood why the writer sent it to Song Yu: because Song Yu and Zhou Zhou Zhou Shihe were both top-tier women, equally matched. Only then would their rivalry not result in one crushing the other—only mutual destruction.

Clearly, the writer had ulterior motives: to stir up conflict between two equally matched rivals, to set them against each other, and reap the benefits as a bystander.

Reading the letter again and again, Li Heng couldn't help but laugh bitterly. Am I really this popular?

Was this Xiao Han's doing?

Or Yu Fu Fu Laoshi?

Or Xiao Han and Chen Chen Chen Zijin together?

He thought of the scheming wife teaming up with Chen Chen Chen Zijin because in his past life, the two had a history. When they realized neither could defeat Song Yu alone, and when he proposed to Song Yu twice in a row, they paused their decade-long feud, stopped fighting each other, and united against Song Yu.

So, could it be possible that these two ex-wives, with their past record, would cooperate again?

Totally possible.

He then mentally filtered through all the women around him—including his high school English teacher, Huang Huang Huang Zhaoyi, Sun Manning, and Mai Sui.

Unfortunately, there was no lead at all.

When he read it for the fifth time, Li Heng suddenly froze.

Why did Song Yu give this letter to me?

Was she just curious? Hoping I'd figure it out and tell her?

Or?

Or was there a deeper meaning?

Was she using this letter to subtly warn me?

Was she gently hinting, through this extremely indirect method, that I should keep my distance from Zhou Zhou Zhou Shihe?

Thinking of this, Li Heng grew restless.

It seems things are far more complicated than I thought—where's our trust?

Where's the trust between people?

He knew this letter was both a trap and an open scheme.

Even someone as detached as Song Yu, knowing the writer's intent, still couldn't resist giving me this letter—doesn't that prove the writer's brilliance? The open scheme succeeded.

Li Heng frowned. Who exactly was this scheming bastard?

No matter how hard he racked his brain, no matter how much he tortured his thoughts, he couldn't recall who it could be.

Time passed. After arriving in Jingcheng, Li Heng stood at the airport exit, uncertain.

Should he go see Xiao Han first?

Or should he go see Chen Chen Zijin first?

Both his wives were in this city—and they couldn't stand each other.

After weighing his options, he flagged down a taxi and gave the address of Xieheyi Academy.

There was no choice—Jingcheng was Chen Chen Zijin's territory. Once he saw this wife, he'd have no time left for Xiao Han. But Xiao Han was different; she came to Jingcheng to study medicine under her master and didn't have time to cling to him.

He knew Xieheyi Academy well—he'd visited a few times in his past life. After buying gifts, he quickly found Professor Wen Yan in the internal medicine outpatient clinic.

Just before the meeting, a figure blocked the light. Professor Wen, who had been examining X-rays, raised an eyebrow, looked up—and saw Li Heng.

Professor Wen exclaimed in surprise: "Huh? Didn't Xiao Han say you were in Hushi preparing for your pure music recording? What are you doing here?"

Li Heng placed one of the gifts on the desk, flashed a clean, bright smile, and said: "The recording's on hold for now. I just wanted to come to Jingcheng to see you, Professor Wen. Thank you so much for taking care of Xiao Han all this time."

Professor Wen laughed, set down the X-rays, and said: "Your mouth is as sweet as honey—no wonder Xiao Han constantly talks about you. You're here for her, right? Come on, I'll take you."

Leaving the clinic, Li Heng asked: "Where is she?"

Professor Wen replied: "She had a free afternoon, and the weather's nice, so she took the chance to wash her bedding."

Walking along, they left the hospital, crossed the street, and entered a narrow alley. Midway down, Professor Wen pointed to a small two-story building ahead: "This is where your partner and I live."

It was a two-story house. Two quilts were already drying on the balcony. Li Heng glanced once and understood—his conniving wife had washed even Professor Wen's sheets.

The balcony was empty. Professor Wen pulled out her keys, opened the courtyard gate, and called out: "Go find her. I've got some errands. We'll have dinner together at 6:30."

"Ah, okay, Professor Wen, go ahead," Li Heng replied.

He knew perfectly well—Professor Wen wasn't busy at all. She was giving him and Xiao Han privacy. Even set the dinner time—clearly indicating she wouldn't return before then.

Watching Professor Wen walk away, thinking of his long-absent wife upstairs, Li Heng suddenly felt a surge of energy. He strode forward, sprinting up to the second floor.

Hmm? The second floor was quiet. The living room was empty.

But the bathroom door was open.

Quietly setting down his things and luggage, Li Heng tiptoed toward the bathroom. At the door, he pressed against the wall and poked half his head inside.

Of course!

Xiao Han was inside, bending over, rinsing her pillowcase, her back to him.

She wore a simple sky-blue top and black casual pants rolled to mid-calf. Her hair was loosely tied up, revealing a pale, elegant swan-like neck. Her face, bare of makeup, was slender and refined. She looked as if she glowed faintly with the luster of jade, her aura as clear and fresh as mountain spring water.

So beautiful!

"Hey! Wife."

After a long silence, Li Heng suddenly spoke.

Xiao Han stiffened, paused for two seconds, then whirled around. Seeing half a grinning face at the door, she instantly beamed and replied: "Hey! Mrs. Song's husband."

Li Heng: "."

His smile vanished. His face dropped. His good mood shattered instantly.

Li Heng leaned against the doorway, staring fixedly at her.

Their eyes met. Held. Held. Then Xiao Han clasped her left hand with her right, her cheeks slowly flushing red. She cleared her throat awkwardly: "Why are you looking at this beauty with such an expression?"

Li Heng, starved for flesh after nearly two months, couldn't resist. Seeing her radiant appearance, his desire surged. He slipped inside in a flash and shut the bathroom door behind him.

"Oh no! Mr. Li, you can't do this!"

Before Xiao Han could react, he lifted her with lightning speed, pinning her slender back against the door. She turned pale with shock.

Li Heng ignored her. Summer clothes were thin. The moment his body touched hers, the long-suppressed volcano erupted—completely, utterly!

He'd been tempted multiple times by Professor Yu in July, endured the seduction of Mai Sui, a woman with overwhelming inner allure, and slept beside Song Yu last night. If he didn't release now, he'd break.

He leaned in to kiss her. Xiao Han turned her head away.

He tried again for her lips. She dodged left and right, evading with extreme speed.

His brows knitted. He stared down at her, face grim.

Meeting his devouring gaze, feeling the heat radiating from his body, Xiao Han, her heart rattled like a pendulum, bit her lips, bit them again, then whispered pitifully:

"Didn't Mrs. Song feed you well in Dongtinghu?"

Li Heng kept staring at her, silent.

Xiao Han gestured with her fingers in the tight space between them: "Yesterday I called Lushan Village. Professor Yu said you went to Changsha on the 8th. If nothing went wrong, the postmark on the letter I'll receive in a few days will be from Changsha. If you were dazzled by Song Yu and got careless, it'd be Yueyang."

Li Heng blinked.

Xiao Han's dimples appeared. She grinned like a fox: "If you'd gone back to your hometown, based on my past experience calling Lushan Village, Professor Yu would've said you returned home. She's clearly lying—pretending you're in Changsha."

"I—"

Li Heng was speechless.

He cursed inwardly—what kind of demons were these? One phone call revealed the truth. The other heard the same truth—and yet my movements were exposed anyway.

Li Heng swallowed. "I had business in Changsha."

"Of course, of course! My husband is a genius, busy with affairs of state—he must have had business. This morning I called Lushan Village. Professor Yu said you were in Changsha." She bit her lower lip, her body suspended in his arms, tilting her head up to look at him.

Clearly, she wasn't easily fooled.

One phone call? Professor Yu might've missed it.

But the second call? Professor Yu must've carried some emotion.

Li Heng couldn't believe it: "You really called twice? That's not like you."

Xiao Han whispered, sounding wounded: "I just wanted to confirm how long my man would be sneaking around."

Li Heng had been ready to deny everything—but seeing her pouting, miserable face, his resolve melted. He pressed his forehead to hers, holding her tightly, tightly.

The bathroom was small. Under the heat, their entwined bodies grew softer and softer over time.

Softer than ever!

At one moment, unable to control himself, Li Heng seized her cherry lips and kissed her.

This time, Xiao Han didn't dodge. She stared at him, unblinking, watching him manipulate the crescent moon, watching him bite the waning moon—until the Tiger's Gate was breached, she finally shut her eyes, helplessly yielding to him.

Outside, the sun blazed. Inside the bathroom, thunder and lightning raged. Two crimson dragons battled through a narrow gorge.

Long after, the blue top and black pants switched places. Too hot, too hot—two bodies at 37 degrees Celsius combined into 74 degrees. They were nearly burning. They fled the volcanic center, collapsing onto the floor.

"Mr. Li, it's daytime. The professor could come back any moment," Xiao Han gasped, arching her neck backward, the hairpin pressed against the door, her words halting.

Li Heng buried his face in her neck, busy as ever: "Wife, guess how I got in."

Xiao Han froze. Professor Wen was unreliable. She chuckled bitterly: "This is the bathroom."

"I know."

"This is a door."

"I like listening to the door sing."

"Please."

"." No response.

"Please, I beg you—have mercy…"

"." Still no response.

For over an hour, the door kept dancing. But as the knife hovered, the fish could only tremble—dared not protest.

GOAL! The superstar Li Heng scores! Again! Again and again!

Hat-trick!

Congratulations, King Li Heng, best player of the match! Congratulations, King Li Heng, holder of the three greatest goals of the 20th century! At this moment, he ascended to godhood! History will remember him—the great King Li!

Li Heng, crowned with glory, was ecstatic. But the goalkeeper Xiao Han suffered—defeated by three goals, weak and breathless, she crouched under the showerhead, eyes closed pitifully.

When she stepped out of the shower, Xiao Han glanced at her refreshed husband. She dared not utter a single defiant word.

First, she opened all windows and doors, letting the outside air rush in to clear the stifling scent.

PS: First draft, will revise later.

(End of Chapter)