At night, the servants discussed matters in the gazebo of the rear garden.
"Did you hear? Young Master brought a woman home today."
"Heard about it, they say she’s sick. Dr. Zhao went to check on her this afternoon, seems like Young Master scolded him a lot."
"Dr. Zhao got scolded? Oh heavens! Could it be that she has some strange disease that Dr. Zhao can’t cure?"
"Shush! Keep your voice down, Young Master hasn’t gone to bed yet. If he hears us, we’ll have to pack our bags and leave."
"So, do any of you know the real story? Just now I tried asking Uncle Zhong, and he told me to stop being nosy. He looked quite mysterious, must know something about Young Master and that woman. Should we go bother him some more?"
"Don’t you all understand what kind of person Uncle Zhong is? Tight-lipped and never speaks ill of others behind their backs. Even if you threatened him with a knife, you still wouldn’t be able to get anything out of him."
"Honestly, I’ve been working here for over two years and have seldom seen Young Master come back, never expected him to suddenly return, and even bring a woman."
"Yeah, with Young Master being such a prime bachelor, his standards and requirements are incredibly high, not just anyone can catch his eye."
"The woman he brought back must be something else, definitely not just a pretty vase..."
Saying Shen Cheng is not just a pretty vase, that’s accurate.
Because at this moment, she was showing her extraordinary side.
"Shi Yu! You damn soul!"
Ask any woman who wakes up to find a man lying next to her—bare-chested—what would her reaction be?
The answer is the same as Shen Cheng’s.
After yelling, she extended her one-meter-long leg and gave a fierce kick.
Regrettably, the person beside her reacted too swiftly, immediately grabbing her ankle with his large hand, avoiding her attack.
Embarrassed and angry, Shen Cheng raised her other leg and kicked again.
Shi Yu simply shifted his body slightly, and she kicked the air.
Before she could retract her leg, it was pressed down by Shi Yu’s leg.
Her legs were restrained by him, and in such a manner too.
This posture, to describe it as ambiguous is certainly an understatement.
Shen Cheng’s face reddened, unsure whether from anger or embarrassment.
She furiously glared at Shi Yu, grinding her teeth, "Let go of me!"
Shi Yu propped his resolute chin with his hand, giving her a sidelong glance as if admiring an artifact.
"No," he uttered these two words leisurely, arrogant and frivolous.
Under the dim light, his face appeared even more chiseled, his features as if carved by a knife, so handsome that it could make the heavens jealous.
But to Shen Cheng, it seemed all the more irritating no matter how she looked at it.
She gritted her teeth, trying to keep her voice calm, "Shi, what on earth do you want?"
"Don’t want anything much, just fulfilling a promise to meet in bed, plus get some sleep."
"..." Damn your whole family!
Shen Cheng swore that if she could, she would definitely take a knife and slash that infuriatingly handsome face!
"Feeling like swearing, hmm?"
Shi Yu’s lips curved slightly, his smile devilish and bold.
"Sorry, I’m really not interested."
Knowing she had no chance to resist, Shen Cheng sullenly turned her head away.
She raised her hand to rub her somewhat swollen temples, feeling like her brain had blanked out.
She couldn’t remember anything that had happened after leaving the hospital.