Early 8 a.m. classes were, for most university students, a kind of suffering.
Fu Hanye had not reacted in time for a while.
He had never attended any 8 a.m. classes at all and had simply been coasting through.
He Sheng could, of course, have been like him and slacked off as well, but she did not want to. Since she had resumed schooling, no matter how much she could actually learn, her attitude still needed to be there.
After rushing all the way, the two still arrived late. They missed the first class and directly attended the second one.
Fu Hanye lay on the desk, drowsy and half-asleep, completely unable to understand what the little mute was insisting on.
She could not see the writing on the board anyway—could she really understand just by listening?
He Sheng did not care at all what Fu Hanye thought. She sat properly and even took out paper and a pen, though after an entire class, she did not write a single word.
Shen Yao was certainly displeased with Fu Hanye, but she had a very good impression of He Sheng. So after school in the afternoon, when He Sheng used piano practice as an excuse to invite her to the Fu Family residence, she only hesitated briefly before agreeing.
Fu Hanye was sent to the front passenger seat, while the back seat was left for He Sheng and Shen Yao.
Fu Hanye was very unhappy.
His handsome face turned dark and cold, and his gaze toward Shen Yao was colder than the snow outside.
Shen Yao had a strong mentality. She walked into the Fu Family residence under Fu Hanye’s murderous stare and went with He Sheng to the room to practice the piano.
They had already agreed on the pieces. He Sheng played through them once first so Shen Yao could offer suggestions.
After practicing for about an hour, He Sheng felt a little tired and put down the violin to rest.
Sister-in-law Wang timely brought tea and snacks, allowing the two of them to relax while eating.
“Jing City is so nice. It snows in winter.“ Shen Yao sighed. “My hometown never sees snow all year round. It loses this kind of fun.”
He Sheng held the warm teacup and smiled, revealing two dimples.
She actually preferred the warm south more; in winter, there was no need to wear such heavy clothes.
At dinner time, Fu Hanye and Shen Yao once again entered a round of open and hidden conflict.
Shen Yao, considering He Sheng’s impaired vision, helped her pick dishes. Fu Hanye, who had never bothered about He Sheng before, also joined in because of competitiveness and started serving her food as well.
Sister-in-law Wang, who had originally been in charge of serving, suddenly became idle, standing there with serving chopsticks and an innocent expression.
“Carrots are good for the eyes, He Sheng, eat more of them.” Shen Yao picked up a chopstick of shredded carrots and placed them into He Sheng’s bowl.
Before He Sheng could eat them, Fu Hanye directly picked them out and replaced them domineeringly with braised pork.
“Eat meat!”
Shen Yao ground her teeth. “Fu Hanye, do you even know how to respect people?”
She truly could not understand why the siblings had such different personalities—one gentle and polite, the other arrogant and overbearing.
“If you don’t have anything worth respecting, why should I respect you?” Fu Hanye said disdainfully. “Don’t think good grades make you special. In the end, you’ll still be working for me.”
He Sheng was speechless. This stinky dog was really talking nonsense.
Was it appropriate for him to insult his future romantic interest like this?
No wonder he ended up unable to win anyone’s heart in the story. Any normal woman would not like a man like this.
Shen Yao clenched her fists. She really wanted to slap Fu Hanye.
At that moment, a warm hand held hers. Shen Yao looked down—it was He Sheng.
The girl smiled apologetically and silently mouthed an apology.
——Please forgive my foolish younger brother.
Shen Yao sighed. Indeed, there was no need for her to argue with a foolish person.
Seeing that Shen Yao did not retaliate and instead backed down, Fu Hanye wanted to press further and say a few more cutting remarks. Unexpectedly, He Sheng secretly pinched the flesh at his waist.
It did not hurt, but it was ticklish.
Fu Hanye immediately grabbed He Sheng’s restless hand and gently squeezed it. Whatever he had been about to say drifted completely out of his mind.
The two of them finally calmed down, and He Sheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
She also did not understand why Fu Hanye had such strong hostility toward Shen Yao at this moment.
Was this some kind of rule of the novel world?
The harsher it was in the early stage, the deeper the love in the later stage.
He Sheng felt that this kind of trope was extremely ridiculous.
No, no. Maybe she was thinking about it wrong.
Fu Hanye might just be experiencing first love—like a childish boy who did not know how to express affection properly, only using bullying to get a girl’s attention.
He Sheng found this explanation convincing and felt she had uncovered the truth.
After all, she had met boys like this before—clearly liking someone, yet always bullying them.
In her view, this behavior was extremely immature and unacceptable. She was not a masochist; how could she possibly like someone who constantly bullied her?
Dinner ended in a rather abnormal atmosphere. Shen Yao did not stay long and did not accept Uncle Zhou’s offer to send her back. She took the bus alone back to her school dormitory.
When it was time to sleep, Fu Hanye directly climbed over from the balcony.
Their rooms were adjacent, but the balconies were separated by railings about one and a half meters high.
He Sheng was surprised to realize that when Fu Hanye came in from the balcony, an image of him climbing over the railing appeared in her mind.
Honestly speaking, no matter how she imagined it, it was not elegant.
Originally, Fu Hanye had not intended to come, but after thinking about how He Sheng would not be pleased about sleeping together—and how her reluctant expression would be rather satisfying—he still deigned to come.
The man lay beside He Sheng, the cold air from outside still lingering on him, causing her to shiver.
Fu Hanye noticed it. He inwardly cursed himself for it, but the next moment he removed his snow-damp sleepwear. His warm body quickly drove away the cold, and He Sheng no longer felt chilly.
“He Sheng.” Fu Hanye suddenly called her name. “Do you like Shen Yao that much?”
After the car accident, Fu Hanye had never seen He Sheng show such initiative or warmth toward anyone. He had thought he was special, but now Shen Yao had appeared out of nowhere.
They had barely interacted and had only met a couple of times, yet He Sheng had shown unusual enthusiasm toward her.
A sour feeling spread through his heart. Fu Hanye felt irritated and frustrated, yet he could not understand where this emotion came from.
He Sheng blinked and nodded.
In truth, she could not really say she “liked” her. She had not interacted much with Shen Yao, so it was more accurate to say she did not dislike her. But since she could not speak, she could not express it precisely, so she simply nodded.
Fu Hanye was not satisfied.
“A poor student like her—what benefit do you get from befriending her?” Fu Hanye said in an adult tone. “Our time is valuable. Don’t waste your time and emotions on meaningless people.”
If He Sheng could speak, she would have laughed out loud.
Where did Fu Hanye get the nerve to say such things?
Were his own so-called friends meaningful people?
Well, actually, they did have some meaning—after all, they would later become cannon fodder and lackeys who pushed the plot forward, such as Wang Hao. Without him, who would handle the diamond mines in Africa?
He Sheng felt a bit mean-spirited and silently chuckled into her lower lip.
Fu Hanye saw it clearly and assumed she was mocking his words. Annoyed, he pinched her cheek, making her lips pout.
“You still dare to laugh? Little mute, don’t be unreasonable!”
He Sheng: stinky dog! I’ll laugh if I want!
Fu Hanye, irritated, stuffed her into the blanket and covered her up, saying fiercely: “Sleep!”
He Sheng was suffocated under the blanket and struggled with her hands and feet. In the chaos, she accidentally kicked his central control muscle. The man let out a muffled groan and collapsed to the side.
Damn it, the most poisonous woman’s heart!