Chapter 674

After their heart-to-heart, the two girlfriends strolled around campus for a while; by the time they returned to Lushan Village, Li Heng had already prepared dinner and was waiting.

Seeing the two girls return, Chen Xiaoyu couldn’t help exclaiming: “You’re finally back! I’m starving—let’s eat!”

The girls sat down, and Li Heng specifically went to the door to glance across at the opposite building; finding the windows and doors tightly shut, he abandoned the idea of inviting Yu Laoshi to join them.

During the meal, he carefully observed Song Yu and Mai Sui’s behavior; seeing how frequently and warmly they interacted, the last trace of his anxiety finally settled.

Sun Manning asked Song Yu: “There are only a few days left until final exams—when are you leaving?”

Song Yu and Chen Xiaoyu exchanged a glance and said: “Tomorrow morning.”

Sun Manning rolled up her sleeves and piled food onto Song Yu’s plate, grinning: “I’ll accompany Big Rich Li to see you off tomorrow. Don’t forget to welcome me to Dongting Lake this summer.”

Song Yu smiled: “Alright.”

Then Song Yu asked Mai Sui: “Would you like to come too?”

Mai Sui was tempted, but politely declined: “This summer, my parents are traveling for business, and my grandfather just passed away—I plan to stay home and keep my grandmother company.”

Hearing this, Song Yu nodded and didn’t press further.

In truth, both Song Yu and Mai Sui knew: half of that excuse was genuine, half was just that—an excuse.

After all, this summer Li Heng was coming for Song Yu; if Mai Sui came along too, she’d inevitably tie his hands, hinder the progress of Song Yu and Li Heng’s relationship.

After all, if they were together, wouldn’t Li Heng and Song Yu have to consider Mai Sui’s feelings every time they did anything?

Meanwhile, Mai Sui feared that going to Dongting Lake might unintentionally expose her relationship with Li Heng, causing the Song family elders to take offense and stir up trouble.

Li Heng understood, but said nothing; he simply smiled and quietly served each of them a bite of food.

Throughout the meal, Chen Xiaoyu’s gaze never left Mai Sui; a voice kept prodding her: Oh my god! How many women does this jerk have? Why is each one prettier than the last? Why is each one more unexpected? I just barely processed Zhou Shihe and Yu Shuheng—and now another seductive woman pops up? Can Li Heng even handle this? Probably just Mai Sui alone could completely devour him in bed.

After dinner, Chen Xiaoyu seized the chance to quietly ask Song Yu: “What’s the deal with this Mai Sui? She’s as seductive as Su Daji—I’m a woman and even I feel dizzy around her. If she’s around, even if you marry Li Heng, will he ever come to your bed?”

Song Yu smiled beautifully but didn’t answer; instead she said: “Come to Dongting Lake this summer too—we’ll return to Jingcheng together.”

Chen Xiaoyu wrinkled her nose: “Of course I’ll go—no need to invite me, I’d go anyway. But are you really this kind? Or are you just trying to drag me there to distract Sun Manning so you and Li Heng can have space to show off your affection?”

Song Yu smiled silently.

After dinner, Mai Sui quietly took the key and went to the neighboring No. 27 building; inside, it was cold and empty—no clothes on either the front or back balcony, suggesting Shihe hadn’t lived there for some time.

Pushing open the music room door, Mai Sui worriedly thought: Shihe always had a disciplined routine—she’d always set aside time daily to practice piano. Now she’s been gone over ten days, and the piano is even covered in cloth—this emotional wound must be deep.

That night, Song Yu and Mai Sui slept in the same bed, sisters lying head to toe, talking late.

Li Heng lingered enviously outside the bedroom door for a long while, then couldn’t resist pushing it open.

Hearing the noise, Song Yu and Mai Sui stopped talking and turned to look at him together; the two sisters remained silent.

Li Heng closed the door, sat on the edge of the bed, and forced himself to say: “I can’t sleep.”

Mai Sui looked at him a moment, then softly smiled: “I’ll sleep with Manning.”

Saying this, she started to get up.

But Song Yu stopped her, saying: “You should rest too—tomorrow morning you have to see us off to the airport.”

Well then—this was a clear order to leave.

He clearly wasn’t welcome.

After a moment of eye contact, Li Heng crushed his restless urges, rose silently under their gaze, and left the guest room.

Once he was gone, Mai Sui sighed: “He’s always done things his own way—but he listens to you completely. That’s rare.”

Song Yu spoke calmly: “At least I’ve never slapped him.”

Mai Sui laughed, intuitively sensing: Li Heng, a natural enemy of women, had surely been undone by Song Yu and Shihe.

After a while, Song Yu asked: “How often did Xiao Han come here before?”

Mai Sui replied: “Xiao Han usually came twice a month. But every month he’d go to Shanghai Medical University to see her.”

Hearing this, Song Yu automatically thought of one word: stable relationship.

Song Yu asked: “How did he treat Yu Shuheng?”

Mai Sui chose her words carefully: “With great respect.”

Song Yu asked: “What about Zhou Shihe?”

This time, Mai Sui thought for a long while before speaking: “Before, I just thought they were perfectly in sync—few words, but one glance could read the other’s thoughts. Back then, I didn’t dare think too deeply—I attributed it all to their soulmate connection through music.”

But now, thinking back, perhaps…”

Her voice suddenly cut off.

Song Yu waited patiently, not pressing for more.

Mai Sui fell into thought, then continued: “Perhaps it’s far more complicated than it seems. I even suspect something happened between them before the Spring Festival Gala.”

Song Yu asked: “What’s your basis for that?”

Mai Sui said: “Before the Gala, Shihe and Teacher Yu had disagreements over composition, but those were strictly professional—they’d always reconcile after leaving the music room. But after the Gala, everything changed.”

“I kept wondering—what exactly happened that winter break? What could make Teacher Yu, so composed, and Shihe turn against each other completely?”

Song Yu said: “Something definitely happened. If I’m right, Teacher Yu sensed a threat—and that’s when she began subtly opposing Zhou Shihe.”

Mai Sui sighed inwardly. In her eyes, both Teacher Yu and Shihe were kind people—but now they were on opposite sides over one man. It was heartbreaking.

Song Yu asked: “Are there any other girls here who are close to him?”

Mai Sui shook her head: “I don’t know.”

Song Yu turned her head: “Why say you don’t know? Aren’t you with him every day?”

Mai Sui spoke uncertainly: “I never knew about Huang Zhaoyi.”

Song Yu smiled faintly: “If even you were kept in the dark, that proves one thing.”

Mai Sui asked: “What?”

Song Yu analyzed: “Li Heng probably had little prior contact with Huang Zhaoyi—otherwise, he couldn’t have kept every encounter so clean, so Buliuhenji .”

“Perhaps his connection with Huang Zhaoyi is mostly physical—he hasn’t truly resonated with her on a spiritual level.”

Mai Sui thought silently: The only ones who could resonate with him spiritually were probably Song Yu and Shihe.

But out of respect for Song Yu, she kept this thought to herself.

That night, the two sisters, reunited after half a year, talked until dawn.

That night, their bond became truly intimate—friendship deeper than ever, trust stronger than before.

“It’s almost morning,” Mai Sui suddenly said, watching the window.

Song Yu glanced at the window, then checked the watch on the nightstand.

Song Yu glanced at the window, then picked up the watch on the nightstand to check the time.

She said: “I should get up.”

Mai Sui sat up too: “I’ll see you off at the airport.”

Song Yu urged: “You didn’t sleep at all—you should rest.”

Mai Sui refused, determined to go.

Seeing her resolve, Song Yu didn’t argue further; before leaving the bedroom, she said: “Remember what I told you—no more Huang Zhaoyis.”

Seeing that her mind was made up, Song Yu said no more on the matter, but as she left the bedroom, she added, “What I told you—take it to heart. There cannot be a second Huang Zhaoyi.”

In truth, Song Yu trusted Xiao Han’s persistence more—but sadly, he was far away, unable to watch over Li Heng constantly.

So she could only hope Mai Sui would set aside her reservations and use intimacy to rein in this roving heart.

Song Yu had thought of Yu Shuheng—but she knew better than anyone: before sleeping with Li Heng, Teacher Yu could only offer gentle warnings, never true restraint.

As for Zhou Shihe, Song Yu feared her most: if Shihe chose not to interfere, fine. But if she started interfering, it meant she’d won—and Li Heng would have no escape.

At that point, it wouldn’t be about whether Li Heng was unfaithful—it would be about whether he married Zhou Shihe.

As the two girls stepped out of the bedroom, Li Heng emerged from the adjacent master room.

The three exchanged glances; Mai Sui went to the bathroom first.

Li Heng glanced at the bathroom, then walked to Song Yu and pulled her into a tight embrace, eyes full of reluctance.

Song Yu smiled: “I knew you’d do this.”

Aware of the setting, Li Heng held her briefly before letting go: “Did you two talk all night?”

Song Yu softly murmured: “Mm.”

Song Yu softly hummed in agreement.