[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-shut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone":3,"chapter-shut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone-shut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone-chapter-193":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Shut Up, Young Lady, Obediently Hand Over The Money And Don't Confess!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1798396,2397,"Chapter 193 : Cherry Blossoms Under the Night Sky","shut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone-chapter-193",193,"\u003Cp>The place the man had pointed to wasn’t hard to find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felyn walked along the western street, past a fountain and a stretch of lawn, then down a long flight of pristine white stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, he was already quite far from the concert hall. Even Zervanie’s singing had grown faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streetlights cast a soft, warm glow, stretching Felyn’s shadow long and thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did that guy even manage to get lost all the way out here? He’s worse than I am,\" Felyn muttered to himself as he looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The note in his hand described the man's friend in three simple traits:Pink hair, expressionless face, and very cute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That description made Felyn think of someone he knew. But… could it really be that much of a coincidence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon enough, Felyn spotted a small figure in the distance—pink-haired and alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the base of the winding white staircase stood a solitary streetlamp, quietly casting its faint, unnoticed light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the light sat a small figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was because of the distance, or maybe it was because the girl herself was petite, but she seemed delicate, almost fragile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her long pink hair caught the light and softly glowed, tinting the area around her with a dreamy hue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if an invisible wall surrounded her, keeping the noise and bustle of the concert far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl sat curled up on the steps, hugging her knees tightly, making herself as small as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felyn felt like he had been walking forever, yet still hadn’t reached her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused on the stairs and looked down at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no doubt in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s Viloti.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, she wore a white blouse with a sleeveless gray sweater over it, and a short black skirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chill of early autumn had already set in, and the night breeze was cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viloti had her head resting on her knees, trying her best to keep warm. Strands of her pink hair fluttered in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Adeline was here, it made sense that Viloti would come too. After all, they were close friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why was she here alone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felyn stuffed his hands into his pockets, lightly tapping the ground with his shoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Viloti well enough to guess the reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She probably couldn’t handle the noise and crowds and had chosen to escape to somewhere quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still… if she disliked crowds so much, why even come to the concert?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if she couldn’t stay inside, why not just leave? Why was she sitting out here alone instead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand brushed against the 3,000 crowns in his pocket—the payment for taking care of the man’s “friend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he knew that friend was Viloti… should he still approach her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felyn already felt like tonight had been chaotic enough. He didn’t want to drag Viloti into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a long sigh, folded the note, and stuffed it deep into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viloti shifted her legs slightly. The pressure had left red marks on her knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a little cold…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rubbed her hands together, but it didn’t help much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been sitting here for over an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, a strange man had approached her and said a few words. She’d simply pointed him in the right direction, and he left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Viloti curled up tighter, listening to the faint sound of Zervanie’s voice drifting from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept repeating the same thing she’d been trying to do for the past hour: muster the strength to stand up, walk back to the concert, and finish watching the show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once again, she failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her small leather shoes stayed flat against the ground, unmoving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just couldn’t bring herself to return to that noisy place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t working…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She inhaled deeply and gently rested her cheek against her knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t known that Felyn would be at Zervanie’s concert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But truthfully… she had come because of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viloti was aware of her own problems—afraid of crowds, uncomfortable with human contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felyn had never said anything about it, but she still felt like her condition was… \"abnormal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she and Felyn were to be together someday, would she even be able to accompany him to busy places?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wouldn’t that just hold him back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viloti thought of Zervanie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe Felyn preferred someone more outgoing, someone bright and lively?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she’d decided to come to the concert—to try to get used to that kind of chaotic, noisy environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she had clearly overestimated herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely a few minutes into the show, she was already overwhelmed. Her past traumas seemed to resurface all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she fled to this quiet place and hid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned her head slightly, gazing at the concert hall lit up in sky blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lively atmosphere inside contrasted starkly with her quiet isolation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I could go back in there… if I could blend into the crowd… would that mean I’m cured?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would that make me normal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if I were normal… would Felyn want to spend more time with me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night wind gently lowered the temperature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viloti rubbed her bare legs, staring at her feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was getting colder. Wearing sandals in this weather really wasn’t suitable anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if she stopped wearing sandals… then Felyn wouldn’t be able to see her feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Felyn,” she whispered his name softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm? You noticed me without even turning around?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar voice reached her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Viloti could react, something warm draped over her cold legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up—and there he was. The very person she had just been thinking of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Felyn? Aren’t you cold?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her first reaction wasn’t surprise or joy—it was worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felyn was only wearing a white dress shirt. Wouldn’t the night wind make him sick?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve got long sleeves and pants on. That’s way warmer than what you’re wearing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felyn sat beside her and followed her gaze to where she had just been looking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had hesitated earlier, standing at the top of the stairs, but in the end, he chose to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he’d accepted money for this. Professionalism mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, when he saw how Viloti looked, he’d thought maybe her past trauma had resurfaced, so he wanted to check on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, the more he thought about it, the more he felt like he’d undercharged Silafiel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been ages and he was still providing after-sales service!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What were you looking at just now? You seemed really focused.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing, really.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The view here’s actually quite nice. I never noticed this spot before,” Felyn said, glancing around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The concert’s way too loud anyway. It’s not a bad idea to take a breather here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t ask why Viloti had left the concert, or if someone had upset her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he tried to see things from her perspective and meet her where she was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viloti nodded softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felyn’s jacket lay on her lap, warming her legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gently ran her fingers over it, careful not to let it slip to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She always took good care of anything that belonged to Felyn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because ever since the graduation banquet—ever since their contract ended—she hadn’t had many chances to be close to his things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1204,"2026-06-09T04:36:14.213Z",1,"novelbin.me","ba61a375a0857f0919b6fc46b8b9d00f9951368b0980a23e61edc08dba81d623","shut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone-chapter-194","shut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone-chapter-192",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fshut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone-cover.jpg"]