Chapter 141

The next day, Gu Yan carried her anger through to the end.

She walked past Shen Yanhui without looking sideways, deliberately ignoring him.

Shen Yanhui raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and followed behind her downstairs.

In the dining room, Yang Bing and Gu Fanglin were eating breakfast. Seeing the two enter, Yang Bing looked up and greeted them: "Come quickly, the auntie just steamed some shrimp dumplings."

Gu Yan deliberately didn't sit in her usual spot, running over to sit next to Yang Bing instead.

Shen Yanhui didn't mind, taking a seat opposite her.

The auntie brought up a steaming basket of shrimp dumplings; through the thin, translucent skin, one could see the pink shrimp inside, and the aroma drifted out along with the heat.

Just as Gu Yan was about to reach out with her chopsticks, Shen Yanhui had already picked one up, blew on it, and held it to her lips.

"Taste it."

His voice was low, carrying that touch of laziness unique to the morning.

Gu Yan opened her mouth subconsciously and took a bite.

The dumpling skin was thin and the filling tender; with one bite, the fresh, sweet juices burst in her mouth, and the shrimp meat was springy and delicious.

"It's good." She narrowed her eyes and took another bite.

Shen Yanhui curled the corners of his lips: "Eat slowly."

Gu Yan nodded, chewing and chewing with her eyes narrowed. When she looked up, she met his face, which wore a half-smile, and her movements paused.

That's not right, what was she doing?

She glared at him, the dumpling in her mouth neither to be swallowed nor spat out.

The smile at the corners of Shen Yanhui's mouth deepened: "Do you want more?"

Gu Yan gritted her teeth and chewed forcefully: "No, it's not like I don't have hands myself."

Opposite them, Gu Fanglin frowned and glanced at the two.

Gu Yan gave a light huff and reached out to take a boiled egg. But unexpectedly, Shen Yanhui intercepted her again, placing the egg on her plate a step before she could.

"Do you want help peeling it?"

Gu Yan: "... No!"

She picked up the egg and smashed it heavily, as if she were smashing Shen Yanhui himself.

Gu Fanglin's brow furrowed even deeper; he opened his mouth, but closed it again under Yang Bing's warning gaze.

Gu Yan finished her breakfast quickly, said "I'm done eating," and sped out of the dining room.

As soon as she left, Shen Yanhui also stood up, nodded to the two elders, and followed her out.

Outside the dining room was a glass corridor; sunlight poured down from the transparent dome, casting mottled light and shadows on the floor.

Gu Yan walked very fast, her high heels clicking on the marble floor.

Shen Yanhui caught up to her in a few steps, his hand naturally draping over her waist.

The movement was intimate, smooth as flowing water.

Gu Yan's footsteps faltered; she looked down at the hand on her waist, then looked up to glare at him: "What are you doing?"

He looked down at her and said: "Holding you."

"I know you're holding me." Gu Yan pointed at his hand, her voice rising a little, "I'm asking why you're holding me?"

He thought about it: "Habit."

Gu Yan was choked with anger: "Habit? Who gave you that habit?"

He curved the corners of his mouth: "You."

Gu Yan was speechless; this person was simply shameless. She said crossly: "Let go."

He said "Mm," but didn't let go.

She glared at him again.

He met her gaze, curved the corners of his mouth, and the pressure of his hand actually tightened a little.

Gu Yan: "... I am angry."

"I know."

"You know and you still hold me?"

He lowered his head, leaned in a little closer, his voice low.

"I hold you even when you're angry."

Warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and Gu Yan's ear roots heated up uncontrollably for a moment.

She bit her lip and reached out to push him. He let her push, remaining as still as a mountain. She pushed twice, couldn't move him, and simply gave up.

He gave a low laugh, his chest vibrating slightly, then lowered his head and planted a kiss on the corner of her lips.

It was very light, very quick, like a feather brushing past.

By the time she reacted, he had already straightened up and was looking at her.

Those eyes held a smile, along with a bit of the rascal's "I just kissed you, what are you going to do about it?"

Gu Yan: "..."

Someone save her, she had encountered a real rascal.

Shen Yanhui reached out and tucked a strand of hair blown messy by the wind behind her ear, his movements as gentle as if he were treating some fragile treasure.

"Let's go, I'll take you."

She was being held by him as they walked forward, and it took her several seconds to react.

"Who asked you to take me!"

"It's me who insists on taking you..."

The two voices drifted further and further away.

In the restaurant, Gu Fanglin withdrew his gaze, his brow furrowing into a frown: "What are they doing?"

Yang Bing picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said indifferently: "Young people's business, you don't understand."

Gu Fanglin glanced at her: "You understand?"

Yang Bing didn't speak, only curved the corners of her mouth.

Of course she understood.

What else could they be doing?

Just the flirtations between a young couple.

——

At night, Danyuetai.

The lights in the private room were dim, and wine bottles were scattered haphazardly on the table. Zhou Wei leaned back in the sofa, his tie loosened, two buttons of his shirt collar undone, reeking of alcohol.

Sheng Ze sat beside him, his face full of helplessness: "Old Zhou, stop drinking."

Zhou Wei ignored him and poured another glass.

Sheng Ze sighed and took out his phone to send a message.

When Shen Yanhui pushed the door open, Sheng Ze was trying to snatch the wine bottle from Zhou Wei's hand.

Hearing the movement, Sheng Ze looked up, looking relieved.

"You finally came."

Shen Yanhui walked in, glanced at the wine bottles on the table, and then looked at Zhou Wei.

Zhou Wei leaned in the sofa, his eyes red, still clutching the wine glass in his hand. Hearing footsteps, he looked up, and seeing it was Shen Yanhui, he suddenly laughed.

"Yo, the big boss Shen has arrived."

Shen Yanhui sat down opposite him without speaking.

Zhou Wei swirled his wine glass: "Thank Gu Yan for me; I was impulsive that night."

Shen Yanhui looked at him: "Mm."

Zhou Wei took another sip.

Sheng Ze held it in for a long time on the side, finally unable to help but speak: "Old Zhou, you, you're usually such a smart person, how come you get so stubborn the moment you encounter matters of the heart?"

Zhou Wei ignored him.

Sheng Ze continued: "There are so many women, do you have to hang yourself on one tree?"

Zhou Wei finally raised his eyes and glanced at him.

That glance was very faint, yet it made Sheng Ze immediately shut his mouth: "Fine, fine, fine, if you must hang yourself on one tree, I won't say anything more."

Zhou Wei withdrew his gaze and continued to drink.

Sheng Ze held it in for a few seconds, then couldn't help it again: "Stop drinking, you're half-dead here, and Fang Qinru won't come back on her own."

Zhou Wei's movements paused.

Seeing that he had a reaction, Sheng Ze hurriedly struck while the iron was hot.

"Since you've set your heart on her, pull yourself together and chase her back."

Zhou Wei was silent for a few seconds and pulled a self-deprecating smile: "She doesn't want to see me."

Sheng Ze was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes.

"If she doesn't want to see you, you just don't see her? Then you deserve it if your wife runs away."

Zhou Wei didn't speak.

Sheng Ze leaned in closer and lowered his voice: "To chase a wife, you have to be shameless. Just kneel in front of her, cry your heart out and say 'Wife, I can't live without you,' and how could she not soften her heart?"

Zhou Wei sneered: "She might not actually soften her heart."

Sheng Ze choked.

He looked at Zhou Wei, then at Shen Yanhui: "Old Shen, why don't you say something?"

Shen Yanhui leaned in the sofa, turning his water glass half a circle.

"She is your wife now."

Zhou Wei looked at him.

Shen Yanhui didn't look at him, his tone very faint: "Who she belonged to before, is that important?"

Zhou Wei's hand paused, and he looked up.

Shen Yanhui continued: "The person by her side now is you."

Zhou Wei's hand holding the wine glass tightened, and after a few seconds of silence, his tone was somewhat mocking: "She doesn't love me."

Sheng Ze muttered on the side: "Isn't it normal that she doesn't love you? What kind of love can there be in a marriage of convenience?"

Shen Yanhui glanced at Zhou Wei.

"So what?"

Zhou Wei looked up.

Shen Yanhui's voice remained very faint: "Is it your wish to push her further and further away because of jealousy?"

Sheng Ze chimed in on the side: "Exactly, exactly!"

Shen Yanhui continued: "What you should do is make her fall in love with you, not argue with her and then sulk here alone."

Zhou Wei didn't speak.

Shen Yanhui stood up and walked to the door. He stopped and looked back at him.

"Don't tell me you can't even manage to make a woman fall in love with you."

The door opened and closed again.

The private room fell silent.

Zhou Wei stared at that door, not moving for a long time.

Sheng Ze pushed the hangover soup toward him: "I think Old Shen is right."