Chapter 666

The tide rose and fell, and Building 26 once again fell into silence.

As soon as Old Man Ba and the others left, Zhou Shihe departed too, not returning to Building 27 but heading to the female dormitory.

On the way, Ye Ning asked, accompanying her: “Shihe, aren’t you staying overnight in Lushan Village tonight?”

Zhou Shihe softly murmured, “I haven’t slept in the dorm for a while—I’ll stay one night.”

Ye Ning glanced around, saw no one nearby, then stepped closer and asked curiously, “Why?”

Zhou Shihe looked at her and replied gently, “Just a sudden whim.”

Tall and sturdy Ye Ning gestured with her fingers: “That Song Yu is so beautiful—she’s here, and Li Heng is in danger! Add Xiao Han into the mix—how can you really be at ease?”

Zhou Shihe remained silent, stepping lightly and unhurriedly toward Dormitory 12.

After walking a while longer, Ye Ning couldn’t help asking the question she’d been dying to ask: “Shihe, when did you and Li Heng get together? How did you hide it so well—even I and Manning didn’t know?”

Zhou Shihe smiled, gentle as jade; no matter how much her friend pressed, she said nothing.

She neither denied nor admitted being with Li Heng.

Ye Ning chattered uselessly all the way, then finally threw her hands on her hips and sighed, “Fine, I don’t have your composure—you’re amazing! But your behavior is seriously confusing.”

Zhou Shihe remained as terse as ever, entering the female dormitory.

After Fu Dan Da Wang left, Wei Xiaozhu, Bai Wanying, and Dai Qing also departed.

Suddenly, Building 26 was left with only Song Yu, Xiao Han, Chen Xiaoyu, Zhang Haiyan, Sun Manning, and Li Heng.

Oh, and one more—Zhang Zhiyong, pretending to be dead on the couch corner.

Li Heng glanced at Song Yu, then at Xiao Han, who had gone into the shower room, and seized the chance to whisper to Sun Manning: “Manning, don’t leave tonight—sleep in Maisui’s room.”

Sun Manning blinked, confused: “So that’s why you asked me to stay—you’re trying to sneak out?”

Li Heng thought: If I don’t sneak out, who am I sleeping with tonight?

He knew well—even if he slept alone in a room, his scheming wife would come chasing after him; what would Song Yu think then?

The risk was too great. He couldn’t sacrifice his entire future for one night of pleasure—it wasn’t worth it.

Li Heng dodged the question: “There’s something to handle in the dorm—I need to go over.”

“Bullshit! You’re using me as a lubricant! Shihe ran off because of you, and now you’re running off too—so unkind!” Sun Manning cursed without restraint.

Before he could reply, she leaned close to his ear: “Hey, by the way—why did Shihe go back to the dorm? Did your playboy ways hurt her?”

Li Heng fell silent, saying nothing.

In truth, he had a very bad feeling: earlier that day, Miss Zhou had unusually engaged in verbal sparring with Song Yu and his scheming wife—but now she chose to vanish, to disappear. It was likely the result of calm reflection.

Seeing his grim expression, Sun Manning spat mockingly: “Pfft! Serves you right! I truly admire Shihe—when facing Song Yu and Xiao Han, she stood her ground and gave you the cold shoulder when needed.

That’s what a real man does.

Honestly, you, a playboy radish, are suited for one-night stands—not lifelong marriage.”

With that, the fool turned and walked away, leaving him a smug, triumphant back of her head.

Li Heng gritted his teeth, wanting to crush this idiot with a single finger.

Later, he frowned inwardly: When the birthday cake was nearly finished, Ye Ning had been whispering in Shihe’s ear—was she tattling? Telling Zhou about his conversation with Song Yu that morning? Telling her about his firm resolve to marry Song Yu?

Otherwise, why would Shihe react so strongly?

Maybe he was overthinking it.

As he pondered, Li Heng sighed inwardly, then walked over to Song Yu: “That idiot’s drunk—I’m taking him back. Want to come out for some fresh air?”

Song Yu seemed to guess his ulterior motive, smiling faintly: “Alright.”

Li Heng’s face fell.

I was just being polite—don’t take it seriously.

Seeing his expression change, Song Yu smiled slightly, then said: “Go do what you need to do. Xiaoyu is with me—don’t worry about me.”

“Ah.”

Li Heng said “Ah,” then went over to chat with Zhang Haiyan: “Don’t go find your hometown friend tonight—stay here and sleep with Han.”

Zhang Haiyan blinked dazedly: “Xiao Han only comes once a week—aren’t you sleeping with her? You’re leaving her alone in bed?”

Li Heng flushed.

Zhang Haiyan realized: “Ohhh, you’re afraid Song Yu will get jealous?”

Li Heng pretended not to hear, instead offering an irresistible bait: “The new apartment on Wukang Road—that room you wanted to try for two years? I’ve already agreed. You and Han can decide the decor—I’ll pay.”

Zhang Haiyan’s eyes lit up: “Really?”

Li Heng nodded: “Of course.”

Zhang Haiyan patted her chest and whispered: “I’m not leaving tonight—I’ll sleep with Xiao Han. If she and Song Yu start fighting, I’ll be the first to pull them apart.”

Li Heng: “...”

Having finished all his arrangements, he said nothing more, glanced once toward the washroom, then helped Zhang Zhiyong to his feet and left.

Once outside Lushan Village, Zhang Zhiyong, who had been a lifeless fish moments ago, instantly revived: “Big Boss Li, I’m prepared for Xiao Han and Song Yu—but Zhou Shihe? Holy shit! How did you even hook her?”

Li Heng replied instantly: “Don’t talk nonsense—what eye did you use to see us hooked up?”

Zhang Zhiyong exclaimed again: “Holy shit! If I weren’t drunk and weak, I’d carve ‘hypocrite’ right onto your forehead for saying that!”

Li Heng rolled his eyes and kept supporting the idiot as they walked.

But just as they left campus, he felt something and looked toward a spot two hundred meters away—where Huang Zhaoyi used to park her Santana when she came looking for him.

And today…

As expected, the familiar Santana appeared in his sight.

Li Heng paused, then casually waved toward the sky.

At that moment, Huang Zhaoyi sat in the driver’s seat, listening to the radio, her eyes fixed ahead, watching the campus gate.

The moment Li Heng and Zhang Zhiyong appeared, she spotted them. Seeing his wave, she thought for a moment, then started the car and turned away from the area.

Zhang Zhiyong asked: “Why are you waving at the sky like you’ve got too much energy?”

Li Heng said: “Swatting mosquitoes.”

Zhang Zhiyong looked up, scanning the air: “Where are the mosquitoes?”

Li Heng kept supporting him: “Scared them off. Why so many questions? Go home. I’m telling you—you’re too heavy now. You need to lose weight.”

Zhang Zhiyong grinned mischievously: “Damn! In two months I’ve gained twenty pounds—every bit of milk the baby didn’t finish went to me, and every leftover meal from Chunhua’s pregnancy diet ended up in my mouth.”

Li Heng: “...”

After dropping off the idiot, he politely declined Huang Mu’s warm invitation to stay, drank half a cup of tea, and left.

Originally, his plan had been to go to the dorm.

But now he cut straight across Wujiaochang, heading to see Da Qingyi.

Passing the braised dish shop, he noticed the door was open and several familiar figures inside—he immediately detoured over.

Today was his twentieth birthday; logically, he should’ve treated both connected dorms to a meal—but he’d had Zhou’s birthday lunch, and no time tonight, so he’d postpone it. Still, he needed to tell Zhang Bing and the others.

“Huh? Li Heng, what are you doing here?”

Seeing him appear, Dai Qing exclaimed, then scanned his back: “Why are you alone?”

Hearing Dai Qing’s words, Bai Wanying, Zhang Bing, Li Guang, and Wei Xiaozhu inside the shop all turned to look at him.

Li Heng said: “I’m here on some business. You three moved fast—didn’t go back to the dorm? Came here instead.”

Dai Qing replied: “Wanying was worried about Zhang Bing not eating, so she came over to help out.”

That made sense—Li Heng nodded.

Li Guang, ever lively, bounced over: “Big Brother Li, was that lady who drew the beauty your classmate?”

Li Heng asked instinctively: “What beauty?”

Dai Qing translated: “Song Yu.”

“Oh, you mean her? She’s my high school classmate,” Li Heng said.

Li Guang lowered his voice: “Today, every guy in the male dorm and every girl in the female dorm are gossiping—you’re stepping on three boats, and that beauty is your woman! Damn! I know they’re just sour grapes—jealous of you.”

Hearing this, Wei Xiaozhu, Dai Qing, and Bai Wanying exchanged silent glances, thinking: More than three boats—five, maybe. The most beautiful ones are all caught in his net.

Honestly, Xiao Han, Maisui, and Teacher Yu had taken a long time to accept—but they’d gradually come to terms.

But Song Yu and Zhou Shihe—two of the most exquisite beauties on earth—both fallen into Li Heng’s web? The three women still felt it unreal, couldn’t make peace with it.