Shen Yutang was forced to lean back until her back pressed against the cold glass of the car window, leaving no gap at all.
He Jin was naturally sharp-tongued, the kind of sharp-tongued that treated everyone equally. He would pick a fight with anyone he met, and even his parents couldn’t escape his verbal attacks, much to their distress.
Shen Yutang had never gotten along with him since childhood, but whenever trouble arose, he was always the one who stepped forward to take the blame and shield her.
Over time, a very subtle relationship gradually formed between the two.
Were they sworn enemies? Not exactly.
Were they good friends? Not that either.
In the past, He Jin would often stare at her or steal glances, but his expression was always gloomy and strange, as if he couldn’t stand the sight of her and wanted to pick a fight.
It was truly terrifying and bizarre!
But unexpectedly, this man would occasionally protect her and comfort her.
It left her utterly baffled.
However, this subtle relationship completely collapsed when Shen Yutang started university.
University marked the beginning of the novel The Aloof School Heartthrob Spoils Only Me, and it was also the starting point for Shen Yutang’s transformation into the vicious female supporting character, controlled under the influence of the plot as if she had been soul snatched.
When the vicious wealthy female supporting character Shen Yutang began chasing Fu Hansheng, He Jin started acting strangely, repeatedly opposing her.
She would transfer money to Fu Hansheng again and again, and send him umbrellas and coffee time after time.
He Jin would respond with cold, sarcastic remarks each time.
He said she had water in her brain, that someone like Fu Hansheng wasn’t worth it, and asked if she was blind.
Their relationship instantly plummeted to freezing point.
Half a month ago.
She had pushed He Jin away fiercely, her eyes filled with disgust and impatience.
“He Jin, I really hate you. Don’t call me Tangtang anymore. And please, don’t bother me again in the future!”
“Liking Fu Hansheng is my business. What does it have to do with you? I hate you so much. Stay away from me.”
She forbade He Jin from speaking ill of Fu Hansheng.
She also forbade him from appearing in front of her again.
At that time, He Jin stood rooted to the spot, and she didn’t dare to look at his expression.
She only remembered that he remained silent for a long time, so long that her heart felt like it was about to stop. Then he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing, growing fainter and fainter.
In her previous life, He Jin indeed stayed away from her as she wished. He wouldn’t even spare her a glance when passing by, treating her as if she were a stranger.
But when she was kidnapped, when she was isolated and desperate.
It was He Jin who led people to charge into the dock.
His peach blossom eyes were bloodshot as he half-knelt before her, his jade-like fingers gently wiping the tears from her face, holding and comforting her just like that.
Comforting her as he did when they were children.
“Tangtang, don’t cry.”
Thinking of this, Shen Yutang’s eyes grew hot, her nose tingled, her vision blurred, and a faint pink hue spread from the corners of her eyes.
She lowered her head, her voice muffled. “He Jin, I’m sorry…”
He Jin’s fingers paused, and his expression shifted.
Was she about to cry?
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and leaned closer to her again, his tone softening considerably as he asked:
“Sorry for what? Make it clear.”
“I shouldn’t have fought with you and given you the cold shoulder because of Fu Hansheng, and I shouldn’t have distanced myself from you because of him.”
He Jin continued to press closer, one hand braced beside her. His eyes blazed like scorching flames, fixed unwaveringly on her as if he wanted to devour her whole.
This was just… too close.
Shen Yutang’s back was against the cold car window, with nowhere to retreat.
The man loomed over her, his scorching breath lingering near her lips, enveloping her completely.
If she lifted her head even slightly, she would kiss his sensual thin lips.
An indescribable, ambiguous tension simmered in the car, growing steadily.
He Jin’s voice was hoarse: “Shen Yutang, do you still hate me?”
Shen Yutang: “No, not at all.”
He Jin: “Don’t avoid me next time, understand?”
“Understood, understood.”
Back in their school days, they had been inseparable.
Until Fu Hansheng coldly asked her, “Do you really enjoy being around He Jin so much?”
Afraid of displeasing Fu Hansheng, Shen Yutang began avoiding He Jin every time she saw him. Over time, everyone assumed they didn’t get along.
He Jin pressed on relentlessly, “Understood what? Are you just brushing me off?”
She wasn’t brushing him off!
Shen Yutang’s voice softened: “I won’t avoid you anymore.”
“Fine, you said it.”
He Jin pinched her cheek, leaning down until their noses almost touched, and threatened her fiercely:
“Shen Yutang, if you dare avoid me again, I’ll make you cry.”
Shen Yutang: “…”
Yes, that was it—that look, that expression, as if he couldn’t stand the sight of her and wanted to tear her apart.
So terrifying.
The luxury car started moving again.
An hour later, it pulled into a serene and beautifully situated villa.
The road was wide, lined with neatly arranged green camphor trees. Ahead lay a crystal-clear blue lake, its surface shimmering under the post-rain sunlight.
The villa was designed in a classical European style, so exquisite it seemed transplanted directly from an ancient European castle.
As soon as the car stopped, the villa’s main door swung open.
Shen Yutang hadn’t expected her mother to actually call her home for a meal.
The white-haired butler gazed at her kindly, bowing respectfully alongside several other servants.
“Young Miss, you’ve finally returned.”
But Shen Yutang stood frozen at the entrance, unable to take a step forward.
He Jin raised a lazy eyebrow: “Afraid to go in?”
Shen Yutang swallowed, her voice trembling: “My… my relationship with my parents isn’t great right now.”
The butler shook his head repeatedly.
“Oh, Young Miss, what are you saying? Sir and Madam adore you the most. Since you ran away, they’ve been unable to eat or sleep, constantly worrying about you.”
Shen Yutang steeled herself and nodded.
The moment she stepped inside—
“Get out!”
Her father Shen Shunan’s furious voice struck her like a blow.
Shen Yutang’s legs trembled, her breath caught, and her heart clenched for a second.
Shen Shunan wore a stiff black suit, buttoned meticulously, with reading glasses perched on his nose, glaring at her in rage.
“Ungrateful girl, how dare you show your face here? You actually used your own father to pave the way for that Fu Hansheng’s project! If you keep chasing after Fu Hansheng, I’ll lock you in the villa’s dark room and make you reflect—”
Shen Yutang cut him off urgently: “I’m not chasing Fu Hansheng anymore!”
Shen Shunan, brimming with anger and ready to unleash a torrent of scolding to wake her up, suddenly fell silent at her words.
The entire villa fell into a deathly silence.
Even the butler and servants were stunned.
What did the young lady just say?
The anger that Mr. Shen had mustered instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, his previously imposing aura completely dissipating.
“Say that again?”
Shen Yutang looked utterly serious. “Dad, I said I’m not chasing Fu Hansheng anymore. I’m sick to death of him now.”
Mr. Shen was dumbfounded, rooted to the spot.
Then, he placed his hands on Shen Yutang’s shoulders and shook her back and forth vigorously.
“Tangtang, have you lost your mind today?”
Shen Yutang: “…”