After everyone had left, Madam Ji regained her composure and cast a disdainful glance at Shen Yanyan and He Ying.
“What unlucky creatures!”
She went upstairs to rest, while Shen Yanyan led He Ying to the guest room.
“Yanyan, the Ji family’s house is truly enormous!”
“Yanyan, Mom has been wanting to come stay with you for so long. That beast Shen Zhiyi only knows how to anger me, unlike you who always cares for me so thoughtfully.”
“Yanyan, my condition is getting worse. Could you accompany me to the hospital tomorrow for chemotherapy?”
“Yanyan…”
He Ying’s incessant chatter followed behind until Shen Yanyan finally lost her temper upon reaching the guest room door.
“Will you stop being so annoying!”
Turning around, she seemed to catch a whiff of something and pinched her nose while looking down, discovering He Ying’s urine-soaked pants.
“You wet yourself? How disgusting!”
The words of disgust escaped her lips almost instinctively.
He Ying stood frozen in place, “Yanyan, you weren’t like this before. You said no matter what happened to me, even if I became disabled or paralyzed, you would care for me at my bedside…”
Shen Yanyan had no patience to comfort her and offered a perfunctory response.
“Mom, don’t overthink it. I’m just exhausted today. You should get some rest early.”
She fled as if the air itself had become contaminated with foul odors.
He Ying shook her head: “Yanyan is my sweetheart, she wouldn’t despise me. She’s just in a bad mood because Shen Zhiyi ruined her face today.”
“It’s all Shen Zhiyi’s fault!”
Back in her room, Shen Yanyan trembled with rage while staring at the horrifying, grotesque scar on her face in the mirror.
The private doctor had just informed her that the wound was deep and would most likely leave a permanent scar.
Since Shen Zhiyi had ruined her face, she would destroy Shen Zhiyi’s purity!
With this thought, Shen Yanyan made a phone call.
The call connected quickly, and a man’s irritable voice came through.
“Damn it! Lost again! This better be important!”
Shen Yanyan spoke with a smile, her eyes filled with malice.
“Dad, I have some great news to tell you…”
Shen Zhiyi returned to the car.
Ji Yanli had chased after her.
The usually aloof man now appeared disheveled and defeated, clutching the car window just to say one word to her.
“Zhiyi, will you really come to mine and Yanyan’s wedding in three days?”
His gloomy eyes held indescribable emotions – nervousness, and even anticipation.
Shen Zhiyi’s gaze remained cold, feeling nothing but mockery.
Most men were despicable. When you loved them sincerely, they looked down on you. But when you became indifferent to them, they couldn’t forget you.
Ji Yanli was exactly that kind of man.
His pitiful, affectionate appearance disgusted Shen Zhiyi.
She closed the window.
As the window sealed shut, Ji Yanli heard her response.
“Of course I’ll come.”
Even after the car had driven away, until even the taillights disappeared from view, Ji Yanli remained standing there, staring foolishly.
“Jiang Cheng, did you hear that? She said she’ll definitely attend my wedding with Yanyan. She loves me, having stayed by my side as a Substitute for eight years…”
His eyes brightened, “She said she’d come to the wedding – she must be planning to object!”
Jiang Cheng: “…”
Object? He didn’t think so.
While hesitating whether to advise his boss, he heard Ji Yanli speak again in the silent night.
“I’ve realized… the person I like might not be Shen Yanyan, but rather… Shen Zhiyi, who’s been with me for eight years.”
In the car.
Lu Junyue frowned deeply, staring at Shen Zhiyi.
Because he could hear her inner thoughts again.
【Actually, when I left the hospital today, I spotted Lu Junyue’s car. I pretended not to see it on purpose—just to reel him in.】
【This innocent little wolfdog is quite easy to hook. With him around, I had a wild and thoroughly enjoyable time at the Ji family today!】
【Why is he looking at me with such a strange expression? Could it be… he’s figured it out?】
Hearing this, Lu Junyue pretended to glance out the window.
Learning that today’s events were Shen Zhiyi deliberately fishing for him didn’t anger him in the slightest.
Not only was he unbothered, but being the one “hooked” gave him an inexplicable thrill.
While Lu Junyue was still secretly relishing this, he overheard Shen Zhiyi’s inner thoughts again.
【Of course I’m going to the wedding! I’ll give Ji Yanli and Shen Yanyan a wedding they’ll never forget in this lifetime!】
Shen Zhiyi was chatting with her system, completely unaware that her thoughts were being overheard.
At the mention of the wedding, Lu Junyue’s relaxed brow furrowed once more.
Why was she so eager to attend Ji Yanli’s wedding?
Connecting this to Shen Zhiyi’s earlier mention of divorce, Lu Junyue instantly grew restless.
Was she asking him for a divorce just so she could disrupt Ji Yanli’s wedding and steal him away?
“Tsk…”
Shen Zhiyi’s soft sound drew Lu Junyue’s attention.
Only then did he notice that her wound had torn open and was bleeding again.
With a single glance from Lu Junyue, Han Ming understood and raised the partition.
“Take off your clothes.”
“…I don’t want to do it right now.”
“Are you taking them off, or shall I help you?”
“…”
Shen Zhiyi undressed herself.
Just as she removed her top and was about to take off her skirt, Lu Junyue’s slightly smug voice chimed in.
“You say you don’t want to, but you’re awfully quick to take off your skirt.”
“…”
The car was stocked with a medical kit.
Lu Junyue retrieved the supplies and skillfully changed the dressing on Shen Zhiyi’s wound.
As his fingertips brushed against her fair skin, whether from the warmth of his touch or the pain of the wound, Shen Zhiyi’s body trembled slightly.
Lu Junyue took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the sudden surge of desire.
His movements while changing the dressing were practiced, as if he’d done it many times before.
Shen Zhiyi couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you so skilled at changing dressings?”
Once the dressing was done, Lu Junyue quickly helped her back into her clothes.
Any slower, and it wouldn’t have been about dressing her.
He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to resist stripping her completely bare!
“You followed Ji Yanli for eight years, yet he never once changed your dressings, did he?”
“?”
Shen Zhiyi frowned, puzzled by his irrelevant response.
After a long night, dawn was gradually breaking.
She was tired and wanted to close her eyes for a rest.
But Lu Junyue seemed unusually chatty today, chattering nonstop.
“Have you seen that trending post? The one about me and Ji Yanli. The topic was, who’s more handsome. I got 60% of the votes, he got 40%.”
“…” So sleepy.
“I work out regularly. Ji Yanli doesn’t have as good a physique as I do.”
“…” Really sleepy.
“Ji Yanli has been in love with that White Moonlight Shen Yanyan since he was young. After all these years, who knows if he’s even clean.”
“…” Too sleepy to stay awake.
“But I’m very clean.”
Hearing this, Shen Zhiyi’s drowsiness faded slightly, and her interest was piqued.
“How clean are you?”
Lu Junyue suddenly leaned in, his nose lightly brushing against hers, his warm breath ghosting over her lips.
It was ticklish, utterly tantalizing.
“The first time you slept with me was my first time.”
Shen Zhiyi lifted her gaze to his face, so close to hers, and leaned in a little more, stopping deliberately just before their lips met.
“So, President Lu, is this Male rivalry?”
Her voice was very soft, her breath like a kitten’s paw gently scratching at Lu Junyue’s heart.
“Is it that obvious?”
He restrained himself, his voice growing hoarse.
Before he could receive Shen Zhiyi’s teasing reply, a sudden weight settled on his shoulder.
“Lu Junyue, I’m so sleepy. Wake me when we get home.”
She leaned against his shoulder and fell asleep in no time.
Lu Junyue frowned—he had never done such a servile thing for anyone before.
But hearing Shen Zhiyi’s even breathing, his furrowed brow relaxed, and he remained motionless in that position.
The journey was quiet.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of the Lu residence.
Han Ming opened the car door for him. “President Lu…”
Lu Junyue frowned, and with one glance, Han Ming fell silent.
Moving gently, Lu Junyue cradled the sleeping Shen Zhiyi in his arms and stepped out of the car.
She was so light, light enough to be carried with one hand.
Then again, she had never been cherished by family since childhood—a pitiful soul.
Just like him—another pitiful soul.