The rosewood main door stood ajar, allowing the wind to sweep through.
Beyond a heavy, wide, intricately carved wooden screen.
There seemed to be two men inside.
Standing at the doorway, only the sound of their conversation could be heard.
Dappled light and shadow offered a vague glimpse: one man sat, the other stood. Their postures suggested they were both adult males.
"Mr. Han, Mr. Murong, a visitor has arrived..."
"We are not receiving guests today."
Dao Qinghan's voice carried out.
Jiang Shiyu's heart tightened. Before she could say anything more, she stepped into the room herself.
Rounding the screen, Jiang Shiyu was startled to see a familiar man.
"Murong Cheng?" Jiang Shiyu's small face turned pale.
Why was Murong Cheng here?
Murong Cheng also hadn't expected it to be this young woman. The moment he saw her, he froze, "What are you doing here?"
"And who is this?" The man beside him, after only a few words, began to cough violently.
Jiang Shiyu turned to look, seeing only a gaunt man sitting in a wheelchair, clad in a white robe. He was very thin, his skin pale.
Was this Mr. Han?
"Who is he?" Jiang Shiyu asked Murong Cheng.
Murong Cheng's gaze deepened slightly, but he still introduced them, "This is Si Han, my good friend. Si Han, this is Jiang Shiyu, my wife."
Si Han was Ruofeng?
That was right, besides them, there was no one else here.
But, to be safe, fearing she might be mistaken, Jiang Shiyu didn't ask rashly.
After all, Murong Cheng was present.
"Why have you come?" Murong Cheng's brow furrowed slightly.
This was his former residence.
When he was first brought back to the Murong family, because Song Yu vehemently opposed him living in the Murong family home, his father bought this villa for him.
Though secluded, the environment was good and quiet enough.
It wasn't until his father became a vegetative state that he moved back to the Murong family.
Si Han had been living here since his return to the country.
For about several years now.
He just hadn't expected Jiang Shiyu to appear in this place.
How did she know this address?
Jiang Shiyu chuckled, a little embarrassed, racking her brain for an excuse, "Um, I heard An Yan say you were here, so I came!"
An Yan, An Yan, I can only use you as a scapegoat.
Murong Cheng remained noncommittal, "You ran out in your loungewear, in such a hurry?"
"That... I missed you, so I rushed over here."
Jiang Shiyu lowered her head, fiddling with Murong Cheng's clothes.
She put on a shy demeanor.
In reality, her heart was pounding like a drum.
She was afraid Murong Cheng would see through her.
"Is that so." The man's expression was inscrutable.
As they spoke, Si Han's gaze drifted over their faces, and he smiled faintly, "Ah Cheng has abstained for many years, I didn't expect him to marry so quickly. It seems to be true love."
Jiang Shiyu blushed, "No, we just..."
What was she afraid of?
If Si Han was indeed Ruofeng.
How would she face Murong Cheng?
Jiang Shiyu sighed softly.
Murong Cheng took a deep look at Jiang Shiyu, noticing she was staring at Si Han in a daze.
A hint of displeasure flashed in the man's eyes.
"Let's go home. Wife!"
The man deliberately emphasized his words.
Then he grabbed Jiang Shiyu's hand and pulled her towards the exit.
Jiang Shiyu stumbled, keeping pace with Murong Cheng.
She didn't know what had gotten into this man all of a sudden.
She glanced back at Si Han.
The man was thin and frail, still coughing.
The room was filled with the faint, bitter scent of medicine.
Ruofeng's health was poor, no wonder he hadn't come to find her.
It turned out he simply couldn't leave the house.
That was why he refused to meet her outside during that period.
The two could only communicate through letters.
Back in the car.
Jiang Shiyu didn't notice the man's expression, "Is Si Han always this weak?"
Si Han, Si Han, Si Han. Why was this foolish woman constantly mentioning other men's names.
"You care about him a lot?!"
The man's voice was laced with gritted teeth.
Jiang Shiyu then realized.
Murong Cheng was jealous.
"I didn't mean it like that, I was just curious, why is your friend so weak."
Jiang Shiyu felt guilty, her voice growing smaller.
Murong Cheng saw it all.
Although they hadn't met for years, he had been monitoring her life.
He knew her preferences like the back of his hand.
Let alone what she was thinking.
"Is Si Han your husband or am I? You're curious about him?!"
Murong Cheng's deep voice carried a hint of anger.
Jiang Shiyu couldn't help but think, is this man a jealous type? She just asked a couple of questions, and he's already going mad with envy!
Despite wanting to get angry, she remembered that Murong Cheng had saved her last night.
Jiang Shiyu put on a fawning smile, "I was wrong, husband, don't be angry. My heart belongs only to you."
Flattery worked well with the man.
His expression softened slightly.
Murong Cheng started the car engine and, with a press of the accelerator, the car slowly began to move.
This man is truly a vinegar jar...
There was nothing Jiang Shiyu could do but contact Zhao Shuyao, "Yao Yao baby, help me with something."
When Zhao Shuyao received Jiang Shiyu's WeChat message, she was already clubbing at a bar.
"I got it, Shiyu baby..."
Zhao Shuyao replied into the microphone, the deafening music all around her.
She put down her phone and returned to the dance floor, holding a bottle of wine, swaying her body to the rhythm of the music.
Only by doing this could she forget that painful period.
Zhao Shuyao tried to convince herself that even upon returning to the country, she wouldn't recall those unbearable memories.
But after a few days back, the memories surged.
She couldn't control herself from remembering.
Nor could she stop herself from thinking about that man.
Zhao Shuyao lifted her delicate face and took several large gulps of wine.
"Yu Sheng, isn't that Zhao Shuyao? Holy crap! Take a look! Am I seeing things?"
At a high-end VIP booth not far away.
One of the men, spotting the alluring figure in the dance floor, couldn't help but stare.
This one glance was extraordinary.
Isn't this Qin Yu Sheng's wife?
The man beside him looked in the direction the other man was pointing.
In the dance floor, Zhao Shuyao twirled with the wine bottle in her hand, gulping it down.
After less than a minute, no fewer than three men had approached to strike up a conversation.
There were even some hands that reached out to touch Zhao Shuyao, trying to chat her up.
Zhao Shuyao simply smiled and said something to the persistent men, and their faces instantly turned pale, all of them scared away.
"What did she say? These guys are all scared stiff like this?"
The men and women in the private room were all discussing.
Suddenly, a man stood up.
"Yu Sheng..."
Everyone looked at Qin Yu Sheng in surprise.
Qin Yu Sheng walked towards the dance floor and stopped directly in front of Zhao Shuyao.
Zhao Shuyao was about eighty percent drunk. She saw a man appear before her.
Because he was too tall, she couldn't see the man's face from her angle.
She could only see the man's imposing, broad chest.