Chapter 633

Go up to the second floor.

Yu Shuheng glanced around the hallway entrance, then walked straight to the master bedroom and pushed the door open.

Li Heng was just about to fall asleep when the door opened; he groggily lifted his head halfway.

Yu Shuheng didn’t turn on the light, sitting at the bedside by the faint light from the window and asked, “Did I wake you up?”

“Mmm~ If you know, why ask?” Li Heng pulled his head back and lay down again on the pillow.

Yu Shuheng smiled faintly: “Resentment?”

Li Heng yawned. “None.”

Yu Shuheng asked, “Why didn’t you tell me ahead of time you were returning to Shanghai?”

Li Heng replied instantly: “I didn’t want to disturb you since you’re busy.”

Hearing this, Yu Shuheng leaned forward, staring at him for a long moment before softly speaking: “Little man, have fun, but don’t overdo it—before graduation, be sure to take proper precautions.”

Li Heng froze, staring at her blankly.

Yu Shuheng met his gaze but offered no further explanation.

Fine, they were both smart enough now—no explanation needed.

In the past, whenever he returned to Shanghai, he always notified her first. This time he didn’t. The truth was almost certainly tied to Huang Zhaoyi.

Her words were a subtle warning: don’t get anyone pregnant before graduation, or she couldn’t accept it—or Song Yu’s efforts would be ruined.

She believed: if Huang Zhaoyi were already pregnant, not only would she find it unbearable, but his other romantic interests would too.

Facing Li Heng, Yu Shuheng had never before been this serious with him—never so earnest—out of true love.

But now she had to warn him seriously: if Huang Zhaoyi bore a child too soon, even Song Yu, his beloved, or Zhou Shihe, his cherished one, or even Xiao Han and Chen Zijin, who had already pledged their hearts to him, might all lose their stability. Not to mention the powerful Huang family behind them.

Even if Huang Zhaoyi and Li Heng were together only because of drugging, in Yu Shuheng’s view, once a child was involved, all that became trivial—if the Huang family refused to reason, nothing could stop them.

Whether for herself or for Li Heng’s greater interests, Yu Shuheng spoke these words tonight.

Li Heng fell silent, saying nothing.

Some things are best left unsaid; seeing he wouldn’t respond, Yu Shuheng didn’t press further, instead saying: “Come to my house.”

Li Heng asked: “What for?”

Yu Shuheng said: “Yes.”

Li Heng asked: “Can you be more specific? I’m exhausted, don’t want to move.”

Seeing this, Yu Shuheng gracefully took off her coat, bent to remove her shoes, and prepared to get into bed.

Li Heng stared, his gaze sweeping over her alluring figure several times before reluctantly sitting up and muttering: “Miss, stop playing around—I’ll go with you, alright?”

This was the master bedroom; only Xiao Han had ever slept on this bed. Even Mai Sui, who lived with him, rarely entered the master bedroom, let alone lay on it.

This was his unspoken understanding with Mai Sui.

Or rather, Mai Sui knew when to advance and when to retreat—she would never intrude on Xiao Han’s final dignity in this house.

Hearing this, Yu Shuheng smiled calmly and immediately stopped, pulling her coat back on. She had precisely targeted “Xiao Han’s weakness,” knowing he would follow her.

Soon after, the two left the No. 26 cottage one after the other, passed through the alley, and entered the opposite building.

As soon as they entered, Yu Shuheng set down her bag and rushed to brew coffee, her back turned as she asked: “Why did you drink so much tonight?”

Li Heng lay sprawled on the sofa: “In a good mood—had a drink with Old Yong, then had dinner with classmates.”

Yu Shuheng brought two cups of coffee, placed the sugared one before him, then sat on the separate sofa beside her own, sipping hers: “I heard a boy in your dorm was left crippled—how’s he doing now?”

Li Heng said: “He’s been discharged. He’ll return to school next week.”

Yu Shuheng asked: “For a woman?”

Li Heng half-opened his eyes: “Teacher, have you heard rumors?”

Yu Shuheng smiled: “Just now, I met Wei Xiaozhu at your courtyard gate. Those two boys fought with knives behind each other—was it for her?”

Before he could answer, Yu Shuheng took a small sip of coffee and mused: “Such a pure girl, as clear as glass—rare to find. Truly worthy of being a beauty who brings disaster.”

She rarely judged her own kind; using such terms to describe Wei Xiaozhu was already high praise.

Li Heng frowned: “We’re only guessing—how did you know?”

Yu Shuheng said with meaning: “The commotion was so great, the police came to campus six times under pressure. And the parties involved were from your dorm, close to you—how could I not pay attention?”

But we’ve only pieced together fragments. Little brother, don’t think no concrete evidence means everything’s fine—everyone keeps their own ledger in their hearts.”

Li Heng asked: “Everyone?”

Yu Shuheng smiled but said nothing, continuing to sip her coffee.

Clearly, she didn’t want him to learn more about this, or get involved.

Seeing he wouldn’t press further, Li Heng gave up asking—he knew she only meant well.

After that, Li Heng closed his eyes to rest, while Teacher Yu slowly savored her coffee.

At one moment, hearing his even breathing, Yu Shuheng turned to look—after about half a minute, she confirmed he was asleep.

She had wanted to speak with him, but he’d fallen asleep so quickly.

Thinking this, she set down her coffee cup, rose, entered the bedroom, and brought out a blanket to cover him.

After tucking him in, she looked down at him, gazing silently—her heart felt cleansed, strangely peaceful.

Long, long moments passed before she couldn’t help herself—she knelt down, leaned forward, and lightly kissed him.

Her red lips pressed against his mouth; when she pulled away, she thought inwardly: He’s truly my nemesis—my entire life’s patience has been wasted on this one man.

That night, at the end of Lushan Village’s alley, there was no light—only silence.

Li Heng slept on the sofa; Yu Shuheng sat beside him on the separate sofa, keeping him company.

She silently kept watch in the dark.

She couldn’t sleep, so she poured herself three more cups of coffee.

At two a.m., Li Heng woke up—urged awake by a full bladder; after drinking so much beer and baijiu, his bladder ached.

He dashed into the bathroom, unzipped his pants, relieved himself, then washed his hands and splashed cold water on his face, scrubbing it clean.

Suddenly, a towel was handed to him from the side.

Li Heng didn’t look—he took it and kept washing his face.

Yu Shuheng, who had followed him in, asked: “Shower?”

Li Heng said: “Yes.”

Yu Shuheng turned to fetch a robe.

Li Heng stared, dumbfounded: “Is this yours?”

Yu Shuheng smiled elegantly: “I’m not much shorter than you—make do with it.”

Li Heng said: “I thought you’d go to the other house to fetch my pajamas.”

Yu Shuheng gave him a look that said, “Mind your manners.” “I’m not Mai Sui—I’m not that tender with you. This is my favorite robe. If I don’t mind you wearing it, that’s already generous.”

Li Heng muttered: “If only you did mind me.”