20 – She doesn’t want to play with Tan Shen anymore
A faint smile touched Tan Shen’s lips as he scoffed softly, “Your self-awareness is truly remarkable.”
Kind, fairy.
Did these two words have even the slightest connection to her?
Xie Yurao lifted her head and glared fiercely at him. “Isn’t it true?”
Having just done something mischievous, she still wore an expression begging for praise—this little fox’s skin was indeed thick.
Seeing the driver’s car pull up, Tan Shen stepped forward to open the door, moving aside to make room for her.
“If you say so, get in.”
Xie Yurao gathered her skirt and settled into the back seat, half-leaning against it as she watched Tan Shen load the luggage.
The man’s wildness was innate, every movement carrying a fatal allure. Lost in thought, she propped her chin on her hand.
Tan Shen slid into the back seat and signaled the driver to start.
“What are you looking at?” he casually asked Xie Yurao.
Resting against the seatback, Xie Yurao slowly replied, “You. You’re good-looking.”
Tan Shen: “…”
Perhaps accustomed to her startling remarks, Tan Shen remained calm and ignored her.
Xie Yurao: “?”
No reaction?
Was this man really cultivating himself into a monk?
Xie Yurao hadn’t won him over yet—how could she let him remain so detached and passionless? She immediately leaned closer, her beautiful fox-like eyes wide open, and blew a fragrant breath toward him.
“Tan Shen, when will you let me touch your Adam’s apple again?”
Tan Shen: “…”
He wasn’t startled, but the driver was.
The car came to an abrupt, screeching halt.
One moment, Xie Yurao was like a bewitching enchantress; the next, she slammed face-first into the back of the front seat.
A sharp cry escaped her lips.
“Can’t you drive properly?!”
The driver hurriedly apologized in panic, “I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to—there was a… ’emperor’s new pothole’ ahead.”
Xie Yurao: “…Look at me.”
The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror, uncertain. “Look at what?”
Xie Yurao: “Do I look like a fool to you?”
Driver: “…” Wuwuwu.
A low, magnetic chuckle sounded beside her ear, making Xie Yurao even angrier.
“You’re still laughing!”
Clutching her throbbing forehead, she snapped at him, “You did that on purpose!”
Otherwise, with his reflexes, how could he have let her crash?
He had once said that as long as she was within his sight, he wouldn’t let her get hurt.
A faint smile lingered on Tan Shen’s lips as he glanced at her forehead, not denying it.
The faint red mark on her forehead was barely noticeable, and she wasn’t actually hurt this time.
He coolly remarked, “Learn your lesson, so you won’t keep thinking about such nonsense every day.”
The young lady, always the center of attention, had never been treated like this.
She immediately decided.
She wouldn’t play with Tan Shen anymore!
With an air of grandeur, she declared, “Who cares about touching you! Even if every man in the world died, I wouldn’t touch you again!”
Tan Shen: “…”
When the car arrived at the villa, she didn’t wait for Tan Shen to open the door for her. Instead, she stormed off angrily on her own.
The maid, Chen Yi, chased after her as soon as she stepped out of the car, her face full of worry. “Miss, don’t walk so fast. Has the injury on your foot healed yet? I see it’s still wrapped in bandages. Oh, dear, please slow down…”
Tan Shen, meanwhile, carried the suitcase, strolling leisurely behind.
Watching her skirt flutter as she passed through the garden, more vibrant than the blooming flowers.
It suddenly struck him that this little troublemaker’s temper had been spoiled so badly.
And everyone around her was partly to blame.
As soon as Xie Yurao entered the front hall, she spotted an uninvited guest lounging on the living room sofa.
The man had a head of unruly silver hair that was impossible to miss, casually crossing his legs as he watched TV. His face, bewitchingly handsome, seemed capable of captivating anyone who laid eyes on him.
The young maids nearby were blushing as they stole glances at him.
“Second Young Master is so mesmerizing, ahhh! I can’t help but let my morals follow his looks.”
“Just one glance at him makes my face flush uncontrollably, wuwu…”
The pretty little maids covered their faces. “He’s too handsome. I’d even want to have his babies…”
Xie Yurao: “…”
Pathetic.
This vicious man would sooner toss the maids into a research lab as test subjects than let them bear a single child for him.
“Young Miss is back.”
The maids suddenly noticed Xie Yurao and, aware of the relationship between the two, immediately fell silent, not daring to chatter any further.
Xie Jingchuan slowly lifted his gaze, settling it on Xie Yurao, who had just returned.
Following their usual routine, both sides would start with some insincere pleasantries.
“Hey, little Rao Rao—”
But just as he curled his lips and began to speak, an apple came flying straight at him—
“Who said you could come to my house? Get out!” a crisp, delicate voice rang out.
Xie Yurao was in a foul mood today and had no time for their usual fake niceties.
Xie Jingchuan reacted swiftly, tilting his head to dodge the apple. The smile on his face froze, replaced by undisguised, gloomy anger.
“Xie Yurao, did you swallow a bomb today?”
“What are you doing here?” Xie Yurao asked unhappily, crossing her slender, fair arms. “Does my house look like it welcomes you?”
It was rare for Xie Jingchuan to see her in such a bad mood.
After all, happiness is best built upon a sister’s misery.
He leaned back lazily, his tone casual. “Well, your little maids seem pretty welcoming.”
The maids: “…” No, we’re not! That’s not true! You’re lying!
Second Young Master, you troublemaker!
Knowing full well the Young Miss was in a bad mood, he still deliberately threw them under the bus.
Now, the maids were overflowing with survival instincts.
“What ‘morals following looks’? The only one I like is the Young Miss!”
“Young Miss is the most beautiful, gentle, and kind-hearted fairy in the world.”
“Just looking at the Young Miss makes me want to have her babies…”
“…”
“……” That really isn’t necessary.
Xie Yurao hadn’t actually planned to blame them. She was always quite lenient toward girls.
They were just admiring a handsome guy—perfectly normal human behavior. What’s wrong with that?
If anyone was to blame, it was Xie Jingchuan, this beast who had the audacity to grow up so good-looking.
Xie Jingchuan: “…”
“Did you bring all this?” Xie Yurao suddenly pointed at the dazzling array of nutritional supplements on the table.
“Yeah.”
Xie Jingchuan answered reluctantly. It was only because Xie Zong had mentioned it—as someone playing the role of a good older brother, how could he show no concern after his little sister got injured?
So he was forced to come.
Xie Jingchuan leaned back against the sofa, his tone flirtatious. “Your brother came specially today to bring you warmth. Touched?”
“If you’re touched, how about shedding a tear for your brother?”
Xie Yurao felt like slapping him straight into the wall.
This man really knew how to stir things up.
She extended her jade-like hand, lightly flicking through the expensive gift boxes, then frowned with a look of disdain. “Is this all?”
Xie Jingchuan: “?”
Is this all?
“Do you have any idea how much money I spent on all this random stuff?”
Xie Jingchuan narrowed his long, phoenix-like eyes, glaring at her through gritted teeth as he spoke.
“Six million. Are you worth six million?”