He Zhiheng hadn’t expected such a coincidence.
He had just finished handling some matters and was about to head back from Fenglin District when Zhu Heqing’s call came in.
At first, he thought it was a company issue. Instead, that guy asked him to pick up Yu Huan—and even sent the address.
He checked it. It was right nearby, just a few minutes’ drive.
He asked casually, “Why did Yu Huan run all the way here just to drink coffee?”
Is that coffee shop really that good?
Good enough for someone to travel from Jiahe District all the way to Fenglin District?
“……”
There was a brief silence on the other end before Zhu Heqing said, “Her family is here.”
“Oh.” He Zhiheng understood. “Then why did she suddenly go home? Did you two fight?”
“……” Zhu Heqing replied, “You should buy insurance for your mouth.”
“What do I need mouth insurance for when I’ve got nothing better to do?”
“So you don’t get beaten up.”
“……”
“Hang up. I’m going to pick up your little princess.”
When he arrived at the coffee shop, he found that besides Yu Huan, there was another woman.
The woman’s face was rather pale. She had lipstick on, but even so, she looked unwell. Her brows were slightly furrowed.
She only met his gaze for a second before quickly looking away, even tilting her head slightly down.
A very unconfident woman—almost timid, even self-conscious.
“Barely acceptable compared to Flying Thunder God, I guess.”
Yu Huan was satisfied with how fast He Zhiheng arrived. She stood up and asked Chen Jiahao, “Are you heading back now or staying a bit longer?”
The two of them didn’t know each other. Normally, as the middle person, Yu Huan should have introduced them.
But she didn’t even think of it. And since He Zhiheng wasn’t familiar with her either, he didn’t take the initiative to introduce himself.
Chen Jiahao had seen the man get out of a Mercedes-Benz. She knew he was from a wealthy background.
If she took a ride back, neighbors might gossip. If the gossip reached her mother, it would likely turn into endless questioning—and possibly even pressure her into dating above her station.
Thinking of that, she shook her head and said softly, “No, Little Huan, you go ahead. I still need to prepare for an interview.”
“Alright,” Yu Huan said. “Good luck with your preparation.”
“Let’s go, Brother Zhiheng.”
Yu Huan walked to the entrance of the coffee shop first and then stood still.
He Zhiheng was socially skilled and already somewhat familiar with her personality. He immediately understood she was waiting for him to hold the umbrella.
He smiled, said goodbye to Chen Jiahao, opened the umbrella, and held it over Yu Huan’s head, escorting her to the car.
The car was filled with a strong fragrance—sweet and slightly heavy.
The moment Yu Huan got in, she frowned.
Her brows were naturally well-shaped, her face small and youthful, and even the corners of her lips naturally tilted down slightly, making her look as if she had been wronged.
He Zhiheng shook off the raindrops on his shoulder and asked, “What’s wrong? Did your shoes get dirty?”
Before coming, A-He had already warned him to keep tissues in the car, saying Yu Huan cared a lot about her shoes and would be unhappy if they got dirty.
He leaned back to grab a pack of tissues from the rear seat and handed them to her. “They shouldn’t be too dirty. Use this to wipe them.”
Thinking of how even drinking water required Zhu Heqing’s help, he cautiously asked, “Can you wipe them yourself?”
He wasn’t about to do it for her.
She was Zhu Heqing’s girlfriend, not his. It would be completely inappropriate for him to kneel down and clean her shoes.
Yu Huan lowered her head and looked at her shoes.
She had only walked a few steps from the coffee shop to the car, but the heavy rain had splashed muddy water onto them, leaving visible stains.
Her brows furrowed even deeper, her cheeks slightly puffed in clear displeasure. “So dirty. I don’t want to wipe it.”
“……”
He Zhiheng gained a new understanding of her spoiled nature.
Extremely spoiled—but her face was also undeniably beautiful.
He sighed. “Then what do you want to do?”
“You shouldn’t even have to ask me about this,” Yu Huan said matter-of-factly, her watery eyes glancing at him. “Brother Zhu Heqing always handles this for me. I usually don’t deal with these things.”
“……”
He couldn’t exactly call Zhu Heqing into the car to wipe her shoes.
Fine.
He gave up.
He took several tissues, threw them on the floor by her feet, and said, “Go on, Miss, move your feet a bit and rub your shoes on the tissues. That should clean it a bit.”
Carefully, Yu Huan did as instructed, lightly rubbing her shoes until they looked somewhat acceptable again.
Once she was done, He Zhiheng started the car.
They hadn’t gone far when Yu Huan covered her nose and complained, “Brother Zhiheng, can you turn off the air freshener?”
At least she asked politely.
Still quite well-mannered.
He Zhiheng drove with one hand and casually closed the fragrance diffuser with the other. The sweet scent immediately weakened.
“Where do you live?”
“That building up ahead.”
He clicked his tongue inwardly. It was only a few minutes on foot. Yet Zhu Heqing had still asked him to drive her home.
That level of indulgence—he was truly the first he had ever seen.
He drove into the residential complex. Dutifully, he opened the door and escorted her with an umbrella to the building entrance.
His large G-Class was too eye-catching. Several residents opened their doors and stood in the hallway to look.
Seeing that his half of the body was soaked while Yu Huan remained completely dry, their gossip instincts immediately flared.
They had all seen before when Zhu Heqing once came to visit Yu Huan with her parents—the appearance and aura were completely different from this man.
One nosy person immediately asked, “Little Huan, got a new boyfriend again?”
“You young people really shouldn’t keep changing boyfriends. It won’t be good for marriage later.”
Yu Huan lifted her eyelids, her gaze cold and irritated.
“Old people talk too much. Say another word and I’ll have my dad smash your mouth.”
The person was furious. “You—!”
“You what?” Yu Huan sneered, her eyes sharp. “Get lost. You’re blocking my way.”
Such disrespectful words made the person tremble with anger.
But with He Zhiheng standing beside her—tall and imposing—they could only step aside unwillingly and watch her walk past.
As he returned to the car, He Zhiheng oddly thought that compared to others, Yu Huan was actually quite polite to him.
Also, A-He had been wrong.
It wasn’t that his mouth needed insurance.
It was clearly that this little ancestor’s mouth needed insurance instead.
Downstairs, the commotion naturally reached Zhang Ya and Yu Hezhang. But they didn’t think it had anything to do with Yu Huan, so they didn’t go out.
After hearing their daughter complain with an aggrieved expression, Zhang Ya immediately flared up.
“That bunch of old bastards! Nothing better to do than gossip about young girls all day!”
She stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a rolling pin. “Old Yu! Come on! Let’s go see if their mouths are made of iron—if they can handle a rolling pin!”