After Shen Cheng called out "husband" ten times in a row, each time more soft and tender than the last, Shi Yu finally let her go, stood up, got out of the bathtub, dried off his body with a towel, and strode out of the room.
Only after hearing the bathroom door closed did Shen Cheng sigh in relief, her furrowed brow slowly relaxing. She held her breath, lowered her head, and submerged her face in the water.
It was a while before she lifted her head, using her hands to wipe off the water and petals from her face.
She soaked a while longer before getting out of the bathroom, getting dressed, blow-drying her hair, and after a simple tidy up, went downstairs.
In the living room downstairs, Shi Yu was lounging on the sofa, a cigar clamped between his fingers, lit but only smoked halfway, not even seen taking a puff.
"Young master, Mr. Tang is here."
Hearing the voice of the butler Uncle Zhong, Shi Yu nodded, "Hmm."
With his cue, Uncle Zhong turned aside to usher Tang Yan in: "Mr. Tang, please."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhong."
Tang Yan, who often traveled to Jiang City for business, would visit the mansion every now and then and was more than familiar with Uncle Zhong.
He walked into the living room and sat down directly on the sofa opposite Shi Yu, and looking at Shi Yu, he spoke unseriously: "It’s rare for you to have such free time today. How about joining this young master for a hot spring on the mountain? There will be beauties, oh!"
"No thanks," Shi Yu replied without a second thought, lifting the cigar to his mouth for a puff.
Used to his indifference, Tang Yan glanced upstairs, then teased him in a rascally way: "Your wife is at home, are you too scared to go?"
Shi Yu gave him a cold stare, speaking with a hint of threat: "Joking? Do I look like the kind of man who fears his wife?"
"Cough!" Tang Yan coughed dryly, "Sort of!"
"Alright, seriously though, is your wife really at home?"
"She is... Well then, I won’t disturb your romantic couple’s world. I’ll take my leave!"
Shi Yu was completely indifferent to his coming and going, exhibiting nothing but cool detachment.
Dissatisfied with his reaction, Tang Yan remarked: "I must have been blind to befriend you!"
"Can’t be bothered with you, I’m leaving!"
As if by some twisted fate, just as Tang Yan turned around, he came face to face with Shen Cheng coming down the stairs.
At first glance of Tang Yan, Shen Cheng recognized him instantly.
She didn’t have a photographic memory, but because he was hitting on her with a bouquet of flowers in hand while she was with Mu Bai that time, she hadn’t forgotten him.
And as for what he said then, she remembered it quite clearly:
"Beauty, I’ve noticed you for a long time."
"If you don’t like flowers, I can buy you diamonds. As long as you like them, you can have as many as you want."
Shen Cheng glanced at him indifferently, slightly raising an eyebrow. Wealthy playboys, nine out of ten are heartless philanderers, completely unreliable.
To propose to a stranger so readily, one didn’t need to guess to know he wasn’t a good person.
This guy in front of her was not only Mu Bai’s bad influence friend but also acquainted with that big young master; birds of a feather flock together, indeed.
"Hey!" Tang Yan chuckled awkwardly but still stiffly greeted her.
"Hey what! Not hey at all." Shen Cheng didn’t give him any face, coldly retorting.
She was actually being polite to Tang Yan, since she didn’t say "Hey your sister!" or even "Hey your uncle!"
This sharp-tongued girl is truly a match for Shi Yu, that sly old fox. Put together, they are a perfect pair!