Chapter 7: Melting Ice

Shi Youxuan muttered to herself in her heart: He can't see me, he can't see me... The heat on her face only then gradually dissipated.

At the dining table, Shi Youxuan picked up the milk and took a large gulp. Just as she was about to swallow, the housekeeper began to lecture: "Eldest Young Mistress, milk should be drunk in small sips; you look vulgar doing it like that."

With a large mouthful of milk held in her mouth, it was not easy to swallow it in small sips. Shi Youxuan tried it but failed, and her face turned bright red.

This foolish appearance of hers made the housekeeper even more disdainful. The housekeeper felt it was a pity for her Eldest Young Master and felt that this woman was not worthy of him.

Thus, she became even more severe: "Straighten your waist, keep your back straight, your posture must be elegant..."

"Pfft!"

A large mouthful of milk sprayed out completely, spraying all over Sheng Hanyu's face!

"Oh my, what is wrong with you?"

The housekeeper glared at Shi Youxuan, who hurriedly lowered her head, her shoulders heaving.

The servants and the housekeeper all thought she was trembling in fear, but no one knew she was secretly laughing.

Sheng Hanyu's appearance was too comical; eating breakfast while wearing a suit, a tie, and sunglasses—now he's done for, right?

The white milk flowed down his jet-black hair, leaving streaks on his black suit; the suit, worth hundreds of thousands, was ruined.

The housekeeper took a tissue from the dispenser to wipe the Eldest Young Master, but Sheng Hanyu raised his hand to stop her: "You go attend to your work; whoever sprayed it should clean it up."

"Wah—"

Shi Youxuan repeated her old trick and began to cry loudly.

The housekeeper was just about to scold her, but seeing the Eldest Young Master's displeased expression, she swallowed the words that had reached her throat and dared not speak.

"Help me back to the room to take a shower." Sheng Hanyu's tone was flat, showing no signs of anger, yet it was filled with authority.

Take a shower?

The red that had just faded from Shi Youxuan's face climbed back up again. She kept her head lowered hard, wanting to avoid being discovered in her embarrassment, but at the same time, she did not notice the corners of Sheng Hanyu's mouth turn up as he smiled silently.

The housekeeper watched the two figures walk away, her mouth hanging open for a long time without closing—was that the Eldest Young Master smiling just now?

Ever since that great fire five years ago, the number of times the Eldest Young Master had smiled could be counted on one hand; how could he have smiled so brightly just now?

The housekeeper dared not look down on the newly arrived Eldest Young Mistress anymore, and even instructed the servants not to be disrespectful to her.

"Take off my clothes." In the room, Sheng Hanyu commanded.

Shi Youxuan made a bitter face and negotiated with him: "Can I just wipe it with a towel? Taking a shower early in the morning makes it easy to catch a cold."

She now felt like she had lifted a rock only to drop it on her own feet. If she had known that spraying him with a mouthful of milk would lead to the trouble of having to help him shower and change clothes, she could have completely avoided doing that earlier.

Shi Youxuan felt a bit panicked; she was worried that her act of playing the fool had already been seen through, but she couldn't be sure.

Sheng Hanyu stung her with his words: "Using hot water means I won't catch a cold."

With no reason to refuse, Shi Youxuan dawdled without moving. Sheng Hanyu waited for a while and began to urge her: "Do you want me to do it myself, hmm?"

"I, I'll do it."

Shi Youxuan unbuttoned his chest buttons one by one, slowly taking off his coat, trousers, and shirt. When only the last piece of covering remained on the man, Shi Youxuan's movements paused again.

"Get out." Sheng Hanyu commanded.

The woman darted out from beside him as nimbly as a little deer and closed the bathroom door.

Sheng Hanyu turned on the showerhead, and the ice-cold water poured down from his head, washing away not just the milk stains on his hair, but also extinguishing the fire surging within his body.

For these five years, he had lived a very ascetic life, so ascetic that it was as if he had severed all seven emotions and six desires.

But last night, his body had undergone a change, and heaven knows how he had managed to endure it.

Agony, forbearance.

Sheng Hanyu showered in the bathroom for a long time before coming out wrapped in a bath towel. Clean clothes were placed neatly on the bed, but Shi Youxuan was not there.

"Woman, come out."

The wardrobe door opened a crack silently, and a pair of lively eyes looked out through the gap.

The man was only wrapped in a bath towel around his waist, and his eight-pack abs were clearly visible... Pfft!

Shi Youxuan hurriedly covered her eyes. She had originally intended to secretly observe whether Sheng Hanyu was truly blind or just pretending, but her focus had deviated.

Sheng Hanyu wore sunglasses day and night, so his eyes couldn't be seen clearly, but his behavior was no different from a normal person's.

She was pretending to be a fool, so she suspected that Sheng Hanyu was also pretending to be blind, which was why she had used a small trick to test him.

Sheng Hanyu walked to the bedside and sat down. He was only ten centimeters away from his clothes, yet he didn't pick them up, only repeating once more: "Woman, come out."

Shi Youxuan held her breath and made no sound, and she certainly wouldn't come out. She couldn't be sure how Sheng Hanyu had discovered she was in the room; clearly, when she had hidden in the wardrobe, the bathroom door had been closed tightly.

Sheng Hanyu waited for a while, but didn't see Shi Youxuan come out, so he untied his bath towel...

"Bang!"

A sound came from the direction of the wardrobe, followed immediately by an "Ouch." Shi Youxuan rolled out of the wardrobe like a ball, one hand holding her forehead and the other clutching a teddy bear doll.

"You were peeping at me." It wasn't a question, but a statement.