Chapter 32 I'm going to go and get that bastard Shen Jinhuai right now...

The unexpected arrival of Zhou Yingchen and Zhou Shiye on the island left Wen Yu with only a brief moment of unease.

But soon, Shen Jinhuai soothed her with even deeper tenderness.

He accompanied Wen Yu to paint in the morning light, taught her to identify constellations when the night sky was full of stars, and patiently listened to her whimsical ideas when she was painting.

Shen Jinhuai put even more effort into cooking, just to prepare three meals and snacks a day that would suit Wenyu's taste.

The man's patience and warmth permeated every corner of Wen Yu's life, leaving her no time to worry about her chaotic emotions.

The black yacht remained anchored on the distant sea.

But Wen Yu didn't pay any attention to it.

Therefore, the sense of oppression it brought was insignificant within the tranquil atmosphere created by Shen Jinhuai.

The only difference is that since the wedding, Wen Yu has been sleeping in the same bed with Shen Jinhuai.

Although the man still adhered to the rules and simply held Wen Yu while sleeping, he did not engage in any other inappropriate behavior besides kissing her.

That morning, warm sunlight streamed in through the French windows, and Wen Yu comfortably opened her eyes, only to be met with Shen Jinhuai's smiling gaze.

The man lay on his side beside her, his fingertips twirling a strand of her hair.

Upon seeing Wen Yu wake up, a smile spread across the man's eyes.

Did I wake you up?

Shen Jinhuai's voice was deep and pleasant at dawn.

Wen Yu shook her head, her voice soft and sweet from just waking up: "No."

She instinctively snuggled closer to Shen Jinhuai.

Shen Jinhuai pulled Wen Yu closer, his chin lightly brushing against the top of her head.

The room was completely quiet.

The two snuggled together, enjoying each other's heartbeats.

After some time, Shen Jinhuai asked in a low voice, "What do you want to do today? Paint, or go for a walk on the beach?"

"Um……"

Wen Yu lay lazily in the man's arms, lost in thought.

As if struck by a sudden thought, she smiled slyly, leaned over Shen Jinhuai, and looked down at him earnestly: "Today I want to do... what a husband and wife should do."

Before she finished speaking, Wen Yu lowered her head and leaned closer to the man, her soft lips landing on his.

In an instant, Shen Jinhuai's Adam's apple bobbed, and he wrapped his arms around Wen Yu's waist, responding passionately.

He took the girl's lower lip into his mouth, his tongue gently parting her teeth.

The kiss was deep and lingering, the air filled with the ambiguous sounds of water and intertwined breaths.

Wen Yu's arms climbed up the man's neck, her fingertips digging into the short hair at the back of his neck, her body trembling slightly as she was kissed.

Shen Jinhuai's palm roamed over Wen Yu's back through the thin fabric of her pajamas.

The man's kiss moved away from Wen Yu's lips, lingering on the corners of her lips, her chin, and finally landing on her sensitive earlobe and neck.

He sucked on it gently, not too hard, not too softly.

Their body temperatures were rising, and their heartbeats were pounding wildly against their pressed chests.

The buttons on their pajamas had come undone at some point, revealing a patch of warm, smooth skin.

Shen Jinhuai's kisses traveled down Wen Yu's graceful neck, his breath hot.

Wen Yu tilted her head back, her eyelashes trembling with moisture.

In his moment of confusion and infatuation, Shen Jinhuai suddenly stopped.

His forehead pressed against Wen Yu's, his hot breath spraying onto her skin, bringing a shiver.

The man's deep eyes churned with lingering emotions, like the sea before a storm, yet they were forcibly suppressed by an even stronger will.

"Mrs. Shen,"

Shen Jinhuai's voice was hoarse and barely audible as he stroked her hot, rosy lips with his fingers: "We haven't registered our marriage yet."

"you……"

Wen Yu was both amused and exasperated.

It wasn't that she didn't want to get the marriage certificate; it was just that Shen Jinhuai insisted on waiting for her to think it over.

In fact, Wen Yu had thought it through very clearly.

But Shen Jinhuai was afraid she would regret it.

"Never mind, I want to paint in the studio today."

Wen Yu angrily bit Shen Jinhuai's shoulder.

"Okay, I'll cook dinner later, and then we'll go painting together after dinner."

Shen Jinhuai responded, but tightened his arms, pulling Wen Yu even closer into his embrace.

"Hold me for another five minutes."

Wen Yu couldn't help but chuckle, her fingers tracing the buttons on the man's pajamas: "Mr. Shen, you're getting more and more clingy."

"But I'm hungry."

"Um."

Shen Jinhuai lowered his head and kissed Wen Yu's forehead before reluctantly letting go: "Go cook now."

Breakfast consisted of a steak sandwich and milk.

These are all things Wen Yu likes.

The sun was shining brightly in the art studio this morning.

Wen Yu wants to draw Shen Jinhuai reading a book today.

Shen Jinhuai then sat on the swing by the window as instructed, holding Wen Yu's favorite poetry collection in his hand.

Wen Yu was painting intently, but Shen Jinhuai was somewhat distracted.

He would occasionally look up from his book at Wen Yu, who was engrossed in her drawing.

Wen Yu pursed her lips slightly, her fingers holding the paintbrush slender and soft.

Sunlight streamed in through the studio's tall floor-to-ceiling windows.

She lowered her head slightly, a few strands of hair slipping from her ears and lightly brushing against her cheeks.

Her long, thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her lower eyelids, trembling as she focused her gaze.

The girl's profile was soft and delicate, revealing an unconscious, childlike earnestness.

The sunlight kissed the corners of her lips, bringing a faint, satisfied smile to her face.

When Wen Yu frowned slightly, Shen Jinhuai immediately put down his book and came over.

"Where have you run into trouble, Mrs. Shen?"

Shen Jinhuai hugged Wen Yu from behind, his voice filled with laughter.

Wen Yu pointed to the corner of the figure's lips on the canvas: "Here, it feels like something's missing, it doesn't feel real."

Shen Jinhuai glanced at the painting, then looked down at the frustrated person in his arms, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Then, he took Wen Yu's hand holding the brush, dipped it into a very light warm pink on the palette, mixed it into the original skin tone, and guided Wen Yu's brushstrokes to spread it around the corners of the lips of the person in the painting.

"The warmth of a smile comes from the feeling of thinking of someone."

The man's lips pressed tightly against Wen Yu's earlobe, his breath warm: "For example... now."

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Yu was pleasantly surprised to find that the smiles of the characters she had drawn came to life.

Her eyes widened in surprise: "That's it!"

Wen Yu turned her head happily, wanting to say something, but was immediately silenced by the man's lips.

After the kiss ended, Wen Yu gave Shen Jinhuai another peck on the forehead.

"This is a reward."

She pressed her forehead against Shen Jinhuai's, her voice incredibly soft: "My Mr. Shen is amazing."

The morning passed quickly.

In the afternoon, Wen Yu accompanied Shen Jinhuai as he worked in the study, while she played games on the sofa by the window.

This is a little fun that Wen Yu has just discovered.

Although she was playing a simple game like Plants vs. Zombies, Wen Yu, who had never played mobile games before, especially enjoyed the game.

Naturally, they didn't notice that Shen Jinhuai, who was listening to his assistant's work report next to the desk, frowned slightly.

The man stared intently at the data trends on the computer screen, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

"Just handle it as previously arranged."

The man's tone was indifferent, but when he noticed the people playing games happily on the sofa not far away, his tone softened unconsciously: "Their generous gift should naturally be returned properly."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Jinhuai went to the sofa, put his arm around Wen Yu from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and watched her play games.

Time passed by, and soon it was evening.

On the rooftop terrace of the villa, Shen Jinhuai personally prepared a sumptuous dinner.

Tomato and potato stew with beef, stir-fried shrimp and seasonal vegetables, braised fish, emerald lamb, and winter melon and pork rib soup.

Although they are all simple home-style dishes, they look like they were prepared with care.

Wow...when did you learn so much?

Wen Yu looked at Shen Jinhuai in surprise as he wore an apron, a stark contrast to his usual self-disciplined and courteous image as a business elite, giving him a distinctly husbandly air.

Although Wen Yu had watched this scene countless times, she could never get enough of it.

"secret."

Shen Jinhuai pulled out a chair for Wen Yu, the candlelight reflecting in the man's deep eyes, casting a warm glow: "Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Wen Yu picked up a piece of beef and put it in her mouth. It was soft, tender, and delicious.

She smiled sweetly and generously, picked up a piece of beef and put it into Shen Jinhuai's mouth: "If you like it, you should eat some too."

After eating the beef, Shen Jinhuai sat down opposite Wen Yu.

The sky is dotted with stars, the back garden downstairs is full of blooming flowers, and the deep sound of waves can be heard in the distance.

A faint, refreshing scent floats in the air.

Wen Yu was very happy and would occasionally put food on Shen Jinhuai's plate across from her.

Shen Jinhuai peeled the shrimp and placed them one by one into Wen Yu's bowl.

The two smiled at each other, and a sweet atmosphere spread.

Unlike the cozy and romantic island villas, the deck of a yacht in the distance is a different scene.

Zhou Shiye used a high-powered telescope to see clearly everything inside the island villa.

"Hold,"

Zhou Shiye slammed the telescope onto the deck with a loud bang.

"Shen Jinhuai's mother... Is he acting? So pretentious."

The man's chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot, as he paced irritably back and forth on the deck.

He even punched the fence, causing his hand, which had just been healed, to bleed again.

That was his Xiaoyu.

Xiao Yu, who used to only stand by his side, showing a timid yet dependent expression.

Now, she's amused by another man peeling a few shrimp?

And why are you smiling so happily?

Wen Yu must have been deceived by Shen Jinhuai.

"Brother, I can't take it anymore. I'm going to go beat that bastard Shen Jinhuai to a pulp right now and bring Xiaoyu back."

Zhou Yingchen sat on the sofa on the deck, flipping through a stack of documents that his subordinate had just brought him, without looking up: "And then? Rushing up and scaring Xiaoyu again?"

The man's voice was calm, almost cruel: "Make her more afraid of you? More unwilling to leave with you?"

"I……"

Zhou Shiye was speechless for a moment.

He thought of the fearful look in Wen Yu's eyes that day, and it felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over him.

Most of his anger subsided, leaving only endless frustration and pain.

"Bear with it."

Zhou Yingchen's voice remained completely calm: "The more Shen Jinhuai acts like this, the more it shows his guilty conscience. He's using gentleness to lull Xiaoyu into a false sense of security, and he's also provoking us. If you rush over now, you'll be playing right into his hands."

"So you're just going to watch it like this?"

Zhou Shiye roared hoarsely.

"Then look more carefully."

Zhou Yingchen raised his eyes and looked at his agitated younger brother: "Remember how Xiaoyu looks now. One day, she will come back to us. When that time comes, I want her to have only us in her eyes and heart."

"The most important thing is..."

Zhou Yingchen picked up one of the documents, his expression growing even colder: "Xiaoyu has indeed lost her memory. That car accident made her forget us."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shiye rushed over and snatched the documents from Zhou Yingchen's hand, becoming increasingly anxious as he read them.

Zhou Yingchen walked to the fence and looked at the distant island.

"So Shen Jinhuai must be afraid that Xiaoyu will regain her memories."

Zhou Yingchen paused for half a second, gripping the railing tightly: "I'm afraid she'll remember. At that time, Xiaoyu will know that Shen Jinhuai has nothing to do with her, and that we are her only family."

And this is precisely their opportunity.

"So what can we do now..."

Before Zhou Shiye could finish speaking, Zhou Yingchen's phone rang.

Zhou Yingchen glanced at the caller ID and answered the phone.

As soon as the call connected, Chen Xu's anxious voice came from the other end.

Zhou Yingchen listened intently.

After hanging up the phone, his expression gradually darkened.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Shiye asked worriedly.

"There's an emergency at the company."

Zhou Yingchen's voice was devoid of emotion: "I need to go back."

Zhou Shiye was taken aback: "What about Xiaoyu?"

Zhou Yingchen remained silent.

In a short while,

"You stay."

"I?"

"Um."

Zhou Yingshen looked again at the secluded island in the distance, his tone cold and somber: "You stay here and guard it well. Don't go near the island, and don't do anything rash. You just need to let Xiaoyu know... we're waiting for her."

At this point, Zhou Yingchen turned to look at Zhou Shiye, his eyes deep: "This is a test of your patience, Shiye. Remember, what we need to do now is not to disturb, but to wait. Wait for Xiaoyu to regain her curiosity about the outside world, or... wait for our gift to be delivered to the Shen Group to force Shen Jinhuai to leave the island."

"You must restrain yourself. Remember, any impulsiveness on your part could undo all our previous efforts."

Realizing Zhou Yingchen was right, Zhou Shiye slammed his fist against the fence again, his already bleeding hand bleeding profusely.

He was panting heavily as he looked at the distant island again, his once lazy and unruly eyes now incredibly gloomy.

Tolerate?

Zhou Shiye had never suffered such humiliation in his life.

So a few days later, one evening, Wen Yu had dinner on the seaside terrace accompanied by Shen Jinhuai.

The setting sun painted the sea a brilliant golden-red hue, creating a serene and beautiful atmosphere.

Just then, the sound of an engine roaring from afar broke the silence.

Wen Yu looked up and saw a cool black jet ski performing a dangerous and spectacular stunt show at an extremely high speed, circling the waters surrounding the island.

It drifts, leaps into the air, and spins at high speed.

The driver is highly skilled, and his movements are full of power and wild flamboyance.

Even from a distance, Wen Yu could feel the undisguised restlessness and... provocation emanating from them.

It is Zhou Shiye.

Chen Jinhuai paused in his action of cutting the steak.

immediately,

Ignore it.

Shen Jinhuai pushed the cut steak in front of Wen Yu: "Some people always have a habit of using this childish way to make their presence felt."

The man's composure stood in stark contrast to the rampant agitation on the sea.

In an instant, Wen Yu was no longer afraid.

"Um."

Wen Yu took a deep breath and focused on eating her steak, relaxing her mind.

Although she hadn't remembered anything for a while, she was no longer so afraid of Zhou Shiye and Zhou Yingchen.

With Shen Jinhuai by her side, she wasn't afraid of anything.

Zhou Shiye circled the island several times, and finally, the jet ski stopped on the sea closest to the terrace, stirring up huge waves.

He took off his helmet, shook his wet hair, and looked at Wen Yu on the terrace.

The man's eyes churned with resentment, anger, forcibly suppressed longing, and a near-desperate plea that even he himself was unaware of.

That gaze was too gloomy, too burning.

As time went on, Wen Yu unconsciously tightened her grip on the knife and fork.

Shen Jinhuai took in Wen Yu's reaction.

He glanced at Zhou Shiye on the sea, reached out, covered Wen Yu's slightly cool hand, and held it tightly.

The man's palms were warm and dry, carrying a strange, comforting power.

"The steak is getting cold."

Shen Jinhuai's voice remained unchanged, as if Zhou Shiye's clamorous provocation was merely an insignificant background noise: "Try it and see how well you controlled the heat today."

Looking at Shen Jinhuai's calm face and feeling the warmth from the back of his hand, Wen Yu's unease caused by Zhou Shiye's provocation completely subsided.

She lowered her head and ate the steak that Shen Jinhuai had cut in small bites.

On the sea, Zhou Shiye watched Wen Yu on the terrace, who was still enjoying her romantic dinner, completely detached from the situation. The pent-up anger in his chest almost burst out of his chest.

He twisted the throttle, and the jet ski roared even more violently as it sped away from the island.

Only a rolling white wave remained.

In the following days, Zhou Shiye's harassment intensified.

In the early morning, Wen Yu and Shen Jinhuai were quietly painting in the garden when a black speedboat would suddenly appear near the shore, playing a high-energy, rebellious rock song on a loop through a loudspeaker.

The volume was deafening, completely shattering the tranquility of the early morning.

Then, Shen Jinhuai put noise-canceling headphones on Wen Yu, which he had prepared beforehand, and took her back to the well-soundproofed room, where he played soothing classical music.

In the afternoon, Wen Yu held Shen Jinhuai's hand and strolled on the beach.

Zhou Shiye would ride a jet ski and perform various dangerous stunts nearby, creating huge waves.

Shen Jinhuai simply took Wen Yu's hand and returned to the villa, or went to another, more secluded beach.

Zhou Shiye even managed to get his hands on a drone from somewhere, with a banner that read "Xiaoyu, come home," and tried to fly it over the island.

Of course, the drone was quickly shot down by the security jamming equipment arranged by Shen Jinhuai.

Zhou Shiye's every move was like that of a child who would cause trouble if he couldn't get candy, trying every possible way to make his presence known.

Shen Jinhuai, however, maintained an astonishing level of patience and composure throughout.

He continued to accompany Wen Yu in painting and reading, keeping all distractions at bay.

This only makes Zhou Shiye's behavior seem even more childish and ridiculous.

At first, Wen Yu was bothered or afraid by Zhou Shiye's harassment, but after it happened many times, she gradually got used to it under Shen Jinhuai's calm and reassuring responses.

Sometimes I even feel that the figures jumping up and down on the sea are a little... pitiful.

At the same time, Wen Yu became more dependent on Shen Jinhuai's embrace, and longed for the peace he brought her.

She deliberately reduced the number of times she went for walks on the open beach, preferring to stay in the villa and by Shen Jinhuai's side.

That night, a sudden storm swept across the island.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, the wind howled, and the waves crashed violently against the rocks.

Wen Yu was startled awake by the thunder and shrank back into the arms of the man beside her in fear.

Shen Jinhuai hugged Wen Yu tighter and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, it's just thunder."

He got out of bed to check the doors and windows, then went back to bed and wrapped Wen Yu tightly in his arms again, as if guarding a precious treasure.

"Are you still scared? How about I tell you a story?"

"Um."

Wen Yu nodded in Shen Jinhuai's arms.

"A long time ago..."

The man's low, gentle voice flowed slowly through the rain outside the window, telling an ancient legend about the ocean and the stars.

There are no turbulent waves in the story, only peace and tranquility.

The man patted Wen Yu's back repeatedly.

Her tense nerves gradually relaxed, and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yu fell into a deep sleep again, listening to Shen Jinhuai's deep and pleasant storytelling.

The bedroom was warm and peaceful.

The flickering flames in the fireplace dispelled the chill of the rainy night.

In the distance, on the stormy sea, the black yacht, like a lone boat in a raging ocean, was violently rocking and swaying.

Instead of staying in the relatively safe main cabin, Zhou Shiye stubbornly stood outside the cockpit.

He let the cold rain and salty waves pound against his body, soaking him completely.

The man stared intently at the distant island, its outline blurred by the wind and rain, his eyes cold and sinister.

At that moment, a huge, violent wave crashed against the starboard side of the yacht.

Instantly, the entire yacht tilted and lurched violently.

Zhou Shiye, who was on the deck, was thrown up hard and then slammed heavily onto the hard deck.

With a muffled "bang," a piercing pain instantly spread from Zhou Shiye's back to every part of his body.

He tried to support himself with his hands, but felt a sharp pain in his wrists, which appeared to be a sprained bone fracture.

A strong, metallic taste rose in Zhou Shiye's throat.

He couldn't control himself and turned his head, spraying a mouthful of blood mixed with the salty seawater onto the deck, which was quickly washed away by the merciless rain.

His face was pale, his hair was disheveled and stuck to his forehead, and the seawater brought by the huge waves crashing against the yacht kept pouring into his mouth and nose, causing him to cough and choke as if he were suffocating.

His gaze fell upon a tranquil villa on a distant island.

“Xiaoyu…”

Consciousness gradually peeled away amidst the cold and excruciating pain.

Zhou Shiye stretched out his hand in vain towards the direction of the island, his fingertips grasping at the damp, cold air, but he couldn't hold onto anything.

Then, a heavy darkness swept in, swallowing up all the sounds in Zhou Shiye's ears.

He closed his eyes and collapsed completely onto the violently rocking deck, unconscious.