After they left, Shen Yutang blocked all of them on WeChat.
She had been so busy the past couple of days that she almost forgot—she still hadn’t blocked them on WeChat.
Shen Yutang picked up her phone and opened the chat window, immediately seeing her conversation history with Fu Hansheng.
Scrolling up, the screen was filled with green chat bubbles—all messages she had sent under plot control, as the vicious female supporting character:
【Hansheng, I bought you a new men’s watch. Try it on later and see if you like it? [Little cat hopping around.jpg]】
【Could you please reply to me… [crying][crying]】
【[I patted “Fu Hansheng”]】
【Let’s eat together in the cafeteria tomorrow too, okay? I haven’t seen you in three days～】
【T^T Why did you accept the transfer but not reply? Oh, right… I sent a box of cherries to your house. Remember to eat them! They’re really fresh and sweet!】
Fu Hansheng, on the other hand, was extremely aloof and rarely responded to her.
Occasionally, he would reply with an “Oh,” “Hmm,” or “Got it,” or simply a period—especially dismissive.
At this point, the female supporting character hadn’t blackened yet. She was just a clumsy girl who had offered her sincere feelings, fond of collecting cute and adorable stickers. Every time she sent a message, she did so cautiously, afraid of annoying Fu Hansheng.
It wasn’t until Fu Hansheng repeatedly ignored her, treated her differently time and again, and Su Ruanruan pulled various green tea moves that she began to blacken, becoming vicious and hateful, scheming against Su Ruanruan over and over until she gradually lost her sanity.
“Sigh.”
Feelings are all fake.
Only money is real.
Damn it, refund!
Shen Yutang really wanted Fu Hansheng to return the money, but every time she sent a transfer or gift in the past, she had labeled it as “voluntary gift.”
Legally speaking, she couldn’t get a single cent back.
It hurts, it really hurts.
He Jin casually picked up some food with his chopsticks. “What are you sighing about?”
“Nothing,” Shen Yutang said. “I’m just blocking their contact info.”
He Jin reached out his hand toward her.
Shen Yutang: “What?”
“Give it to me, for inspection.”
“…”
For some reason, she felt like a student being checked by a homeroom teacher.
Shen Yutang handed him her phone.
He Jin took the phone, glanced at the blocklist, confirmed that Fu Hansheng was on it, and then exited.
Then, he scrolled to the bottom of her contacts.
He found himself.
The note was a simple “Jin.”
He Jin silently pinned himself to the top.
He handed the phone back to Shen Yutang, tapping the screen with his fingertip. “If you run into any trouble in the future, come find me, just like when we were kids.”
Back when they were kids, she was the little princess who followed him around all day calling him “Brother Jin,” telling him everything because he would always stand up for her.
Even during her first period, it was He Jin who ran to the school store to buy her sanitary pads.
Shen Yutang sighed with emotion. “He Jin, you’re so reliable! If you ever need my help with anything in the future, I’ll definitely help you too.”
He Jin raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, put on disposable gloves, and very naturally started peeling crayfish for Shen Yutang.
His hands were bony, with long, slender fingers—beautiful and sensual. His movements were deliberate and unhurried, carrying an elegant laziness.
Before long, a pile of perfectly peeled crayfish meat sat in Shen Yutang’s bowl.
“Enjoy your meal, little princess.”
He Jin said leisurely, “When you were little, you always insisted on having me peel them for you. You wouldn’t take the ones your dad or mom peeled—only mine. If I didn’t, you’d cry so hard, with more tears than drool.”
“…”
That was so many years ago, and he still brought it up.
Shen Yutang felt a bit embarrassed. “Stop talking, I wasn’t that bossy…”
He Jin smiled faintly, his peach-blossom eyes narrowing slightly. “Won’t admit what you did? Back then, after I peeled the shrimp, you still weren’t satisfied. You had to sit on my lap and have me feed you, like I was your servant. Want to try that again now?”
Ahhh!!
Shen Yutang really couldn’t take it this time. She stomped hard on He Jin’s foot under the table.
Just shut up.
He Jin grunted softly, a low, magnetic sound escaping his throat, carrying an indescribable hint of intimacy.
He teased slowly, “That actually felt pretty good.”
Shen Yutang: “…”
Pervert.
On the other side of the restaurant.
Fu Hansheng and the others were seated at a table diagonally across from Shen Yutang, about three or four tables away.
Su Ruanruan had long taken in every move Shen Yutang made.
She was so angry she could barely breathe, her hand holding the chopsticks trembling, the intense emotions in her eyes almost overflowing.
Someone as aloof and unattainable as He Jin would actually peel shrimp for Shen Yutang…
Why?
Why was Shen Yutang so lucky, effortlessly having everything she wanted, even having He Jin accompany her for dinner?
Why did He Jin impatiently tell her to “get lost” whenever she tried to get close? What exactly was she lacking?
Fu Hansheng also caught a few glimpses of Shen Yutang out of the corner of his eye.
The girl was picking up shrimp peeled by another man, putting them into her mouth one by one.
A radiant smile spread across her face, her beautiful eyes sparkling like a delicate flower blooming unrestrainedly in spring, dazzling and captivating.
Fu Hansheng’s grip on his chopsticks tightened slightly. His expression gradually darkened, and a chill emanated from his entire body.
Su Ruanruan’s heart also ached with jealousy. She turned to him and asked cautiously:
“Hansheng, could you peel some shrimp for me?”
Fu Hansheng retorted coldly, “Don’t you have hands of your own?”
Su Ruanruan: “…”
She bit her lip in disappointment, but quickly composed herself, putting on a sweet smile.
“Then let me peel some for you～”
Su Ruanruan peeled the shrimp quickly, and soon, a pile of clean, glistening shrimp filled Fu Hansheng’s bowl.
“Brother Han,” said the guy who had been called out for bad breath earlier, still holding a grudge. He sneered, “I think Shen Yutang is probably just trying to get your attention again. But when we left earlier, she looked pretty upset and dejected. She must be feeling really hurt inside.”
Fu Hansheng expressionlessly picked up a shrimp, his tone indifferent:
“It doesn’t matter. Let her reflect on it properly.”
Sooner or later, she’d come begging for him to come back!