Chapter 615

Zhou Shihe said, “I’ve fallen in love with him.”

It was as if the two women had completely torn off their masks, their relationship now at a boiling point!

Yu Shuheng refused to yield, and Zhou Shihe, having been forced before, would never yield either.

They stood in silent confrontation; the air around them seemed to freeze, as if about to condense into rain, suffocatingly thick.

Just as tension peaked, a middle-aged woman in the front row summoned the flight attendant; half a minute later, the attendant left.

The attendant’s brief arrival and departure seemed to shatter some invisible stalemate; Yu Shuheng smiled and mused, “Do you want to live at the head of the Yangtze?”

Face to face, Zhou Shihe said, “If he keeps chasing me, he must marry me.”

As the saying goes, strike the snake at its seventh inch—Zhou Shihe could almost guess Yu’s emotional demand for Li Heng, so she struck straight at her weakness with the words “marry me.”

Her meaning was simple: if you can control Li Heng’s feelings, have the power to make him stop loving me, then this matter ends here.

If so, Zhou Shihe could breathe easier, leveraging Yu’s influence to free herself from his harassment.

But if Yu Shuheng cannot control Li Heng’s feelings, then sorry—this man is beyond your grasp; let me marry him instead!

In short, Zhou Shihe’s words were both offensive and defensive.

Offensive: if her love found a home, she could naturally accept it.

Defensive: if she criticized his complicated romantic past and, dissatisfied, won the right to leave freely, she could accept that too.

One sip, one bite—she moved with perfect ease, truly formidable.

Whether advancing or retreating, Zhou Shihe held all the advantage; she could not lose.

Yu Shuheng, however, faced a serious dilemma.

What dilemma would Teacher Yu face?

Can you control him? Do you have that authority? Dare you directly interfere in his romantic affairs?

If Yu Shuheng cannot control him, it’s equivalent to slapping her own face—henceforth, Li Heng’s other romantic interests will no longer fear her powerful background; they’ll all challenge her directly!

If Yu Shuheng uses force to control Li Heng, the process won’t be pleasant—he’ll inevitably resent her, and his other romantic interests will automatically align against Teacher Yu, creating a host of new rivals.

And those rivals are all highly educated beauties, none of them easy to handle; even if Yu Shuheng can temporarily triumph and suppress them now, who can say what the future holds?

Zhou Shihe believed Yu Shuheng wouldn’t dare interfere too deeply in Li Heng’s romantic life—this could be inferred from the hesitation in her emotional progress.

Yu Shuheng’s eyes narrowed slightly; a flicker of danger passed swiftly.

Only now did she realize this seemingly frail woman from the Zhou family was even more formidable than she’d imagined—every word carried hidden meaning, none spoken lightly; each struck her precisely where it hurt.

Yu Shuheng’s smile faded; her expression turned serious: “You should know the simple truth that high places are cold. The Yangtze’s source lies at high altitude, barren and desolate. To marry and bear children there, you must endure loneliness and withstand trials—but your body is so frail, you’d collapse at the first breeze. I doubt you have the strength.”

Well then, the two women’s words grew fiercer with each retort, more lethal, more direct.

Each sentence carried old grudges; each was delivered in the gentlest tone, aiming to kill.

Zhou Shihe’s tone was soft, yet she countered sharply: “Teacher Yu, you taught me college English. Since childhood, my family taught me to respect teachers and uphold virtue—I should yield to you, let you speak first.”

“If you can control him, I bless you; if you can’t, then let me. As for whether you have the ability? I’ll give you the answer later.”

The phrase “respect teachers and uphold virtue” sounded reasonable, showing Zhou Shihe’s proper upbringing—but secretly, it implied Yu Shuheng disregarded her role as a teacher by falling for her own student. How ironic?

And the phrase “let me” and “I’ll give you the answer” revealed her absolute confidence—how bold!

Not a single vulgar word, yet every sentence pierced the heart.

As the saying goes, it fit Zhou Shihe’s life principle: if others don’t provoke me, I won’t provoke them; if they do, I return it all.

Yu Shuheng took a deep breath inwardly; just as she opened her lips to speak, a male voice beside them yawned.

Hearing it, Zhou Shihe and Yu Shuheng instinctively turned to look—toward Li Heng.

Under their gazes, Li Heng lazily raised both hands, yawned twice, then struggled to open his eyes, dazedly asking: “Teacher, where are we?”

Seeing him speak to her first, Yu Shuheng smiled gracefully, glancing subtly at her rival before replying: “We’ve entered the Netherlands; we’ll land soon.”

Li Heng blinked: “Already?”

“Already? You slept the whole way—you were drooling.” Yu Shuheng pulled out a tissue and handed it to him.

Li Heng took the tissue and asked: “How long did you nap?”

Yu Shuheng said: “I just woke up too.”

“Then perfect—we both didn’t sleep last night, and now we’ve made up for it on the flight.”

After a few words, Li Heng’s mind cleared; he turned to Zhou Shihe, whose gaze had already drifted to the window: “Comrade Shihe, did you rest at all?”

“Mm, I just woke up,” Zhou Shihe whispered softly.

Just woke up? What nonsense! The two women had just fought fiercely!

Li Heng yawned a few more times, his mind fully awake; he sat up straight and muttered: “I’m starving. Did you bring snacks?”

Yu Shuheng was about to call the flight attendant.

Unexpectedly, the young man turned directly to Zhou Shihe: “Did you bring any White Rabbit candy today?”

Zhou Shihe remained silent, reached into her bag with her right hand, and pulled out a handful of candy, handing it to him.

Sure enough, it was nothing but White Rabbit candy.