Chapter 18 [VIP]

Under Chun Jing's meaningful gaze, Han Shu waved his hands repeatedly to indicate that he had misunderstood.

Chunjing saw this but smiled slightly and mouthed "take it down".

Han Shu: ...

Crazy ball! Can't even get a single point!

"Ah!" Han Shu cried out in pain.

She kept looking back, and with her helmet obstructing her vision, she had no idea when Wen Zhiyu had stopped, so she bumped hard into his back.

Wen Zhiyu turned around, lowered his eyes, and said, "Get in the car."

Han Shu fumbled for a while before opening the windproof cover, revealing a flushed face. "You said you were coming to pick me up, and you're just going to ride a motorcycle?"

"Hmm, is there a problem?"

"..."

This is a huge problem!

Han Shu awkwardly lowered her head, clutching the hem of her skirt, "How am I supposed to sit like this?"

Wen Zhiyu frowned in confusion, and following her movement, he saw that the pure white French-style skirt hem barely reached the middle of her thighs.

He abruptly turned his head, coughed lightly with his fist to his lips, and the red tips of his ears were even more vibrant than the blazing sun.

Unfortunately, Han Shu was looking down and didn't notice, muttering to herself, "I should have known better than to wear a skirt..."

This is one of the rare times she doesn't look like she's dressed in class. She should have been strolling elegantly and charmingly on the beach, but instead, she ended up looking disheveled riding a motorcycle!

Just as I was about to say I should go back and change my pants, the man put on his helmet, straddled the car, and started it.

Han Shu hesitated, "You...you're not planning to take me with you?"

Wen Zhiyu snapped open the windproof cover and gave him a speechless look. "Wait for me here."

With a snap, the windshield slammed shut. Accompanied by the roar of the engine, Han Shu inhaled a large breath of exhaust fumes.

What the heck? Where are they going at such a breakneck speed?

"Hey!" Chun Jing crept over silently, patted Han Shu's right shoulder, and together they gazed at that dashingly handsome figure. "Where's the handsome guy going?"

"I don't know." Han Shu instinctively scratched his head, realizing the object was hard to the touch. He then remembered he was still wearing a helmet and quickly pulled it off. The sea breeze caressed his face, and the world felt refreshing.

Chun Jing smiled broadly, clicking her tongue with a hint of lingering admiration, "Wearing a shirt and trousers while riding a motorcycle, it's quite a sight to behold. My sister is so lucky!"

Han Shu's hand trembled, and his helmet almost fell to the ground. "No, no, you've misunderstood. He has nothing to do with me."

"They just handed you the helmet! You might not care, but this handsome guy definitely does."

impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

In Wen Zhiyu's eyes, she was a mobile intelligent question-and-answer machine, or an infinitely save-game machine. Moreover, her persona was that of a married woman with children.

Han Shu's lips trembled. "R-really?"

Chun Jing brushed a strand of hair from her shoulder and smiled, "Never been in a relationship?"

"……Um."

Chun Jing looked as if she had expected this, "Then you should listen to your sister, his thoughts are definitely not innocent."

impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

At most, Wen Zhiyu was unclear about her thoughts—that she wanted to be put in a lab and answer questions 24 hours a day through electric shocks. Moreover, her persona was that of a married woman with children.

Han Shu looked horrified. "No, no way?"

Chun Jing couldn't help but chuckle, "Give it a try?"

How do we test it?

"Hmm..." Chun Jing pinched her chin, "When we ride the motorcycle later, you can take the opportunity to touch him!"

Dead memories return, and a certain bouncy texture attacks the tactile nerves once again.

Han Shu was completely petrified.

Chun Jing chuckled, "Just kidding, what are you trying! If you want to clear your name, what he thinks has nothing to do with you."

She was about to say something when she suddenly waved behind Han Shu, "Brother Ming, you're back so soon?"

"Yeah, I hitched a ride."

Chunjing went up to him, wrapped her arms around the tall man, and softened her voice, becoming more like a young girl.

The man called Ming-ge had one arm around Chun Jing's lower back, while carrying a duffel bag in the other. "The surfboards have all been delivered, and there's no work for a while. I'll stay a little longer this time."

This must be Chun Jing's boyfriend.

But this man, with his rugged features and dark complexion, was completely different from the fair-skinned, refined, and handsome guy. Han Shu found it interesting and glanced at him several more times, when he inadvertently witnessed the two of them passionately kissing, oblivious to everyone else around them.

Han Shu: ?!

When Wen Zhiyu returned to the entrance of Jielang, he saw a girl in a white dress holding a helmet, staring intently at a potted plant. He stopped beside Han Shu, bracing himself on one leg, and said, "What are you looking at—"

The sound "ne" was swallowed back down his throat before he could even utter it.

Wen Zhiyu understood why Han Shu was pretending to be a stone man.

He hurriedly looked away and got out of the car. He turned around, stood with his back to the two people and next to Han Shu, and didn't forget to lower his voice and say, "Here you go."

Distracted from his reverie, Han Shu hurriedly caught it and whispered, "What is it?"

"Open it and take a look."

Upon opening it—

Han Shu was shocked, "Where did you buy that big floral print jacket from Northeast China?"

Wen Zhiyu was furious. "This is a scarf."

"..." Han Shu looked at the bright red and green, and really couldn't bring himself to tie it up.

Wen Zhiyu explained, "This one is the longest and widest, and it's opaque. I tried it, and it's definitely enough."

Is it considerate, or should I call him crazy?

It was a black and green motorcycle, but it looked expensive. I was completely disappointed.

Who would?!

Just then, a noise came from behind.

"Gentlemen, you can turn around now."

Han Shu, carrying her floral jacket, slowly turned her head to the right and secretly glanced back. At the same time, Wen Zhiyu also slowly turned her head to the left and secretly glanced back as well.

Ming-ge had his arm around Chun-jing's shoulder, and Chun-jing had her arm around Ming-ge's waist; they were very intimate. But at least they weren't kissing.

Han Shu breathed a sigh of relief and turned around. Almost at the same time, Wen Zhiyu also breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

The two not only copied each other's movements, but also their subtle feelings of stealth and their shy, shifty eyes were exactly the same.

—People who don't know the situation might think that the two of them were caught kissing.

Chun Jing's gaze swept over the two of them, and her smile became meaningful. "Neither of us is ashamed, so why are you two so shy?"

Han Shu bit her lower lip and remained silent. Wen Zhiyu scratched his chin, also remaining silent.

Seeing this, Chun Jing laughed for a while, until Han Shu and Wen Zhiyu were at a loss for words before she stopped. "Okay, okay, I'm not teasing you two anymore! This is my boyfriend, Brother Ming, and this girl is likely to be our new volunteer."

Ming nodded to Han Shu and said, "Hello, come to the store for an interview when you have time."

After saying goodbye, the couple went into the store hand in hand, and Han Shu watched their backs with an innocent smile of adoration for their pairing.

Wen Zhiyu's brows furrowed into a deep frown. "Volunteer?"

"Yes, the club is recruiting volunteer photographers. Food and accommodation will be provided."

Han Shu withdrew his gaze, overcoming the resistance of every pore on his body, choosing to ignore it. He unfolded a silk scarf, wrapped it around his waist several times, tied a knot, and then said righteously, "Let's go!"

After leaving Houhai Village, the highway winds along the coastline.

Amidst the deafening wind noise and engine hum, the speed gradually increased. Han Shu, sitting on the back of the motorcycle, tightened his arms around Wen Zhiyu's narrow waist.

She had never ridden a motorcycle before, and was initially a little nervous because of the feeling of being exposed. But when the helmet touched the man's broad shoulders, an indescribable sense of security welled up in her heart, and her emotions calmed down. She even had the desire to appreciate the scenery.

At noon, the sea surface shimmered, and white waves surged like a storm, scattering the jewel-like sparkles, which then gathered again after the sea calmed down.

The romance of an island is ever-changing. It can be the dazzling sunrise where the sea and sky meet, the gentle, lingering orange hues of the sea at sunset, or the scorching heat of this moment.

Turning, the center of gravity shifts.

The moment that large, bright red and green fabric appeared in sight, all romance turned into a laughing stock.

Han Shu: ...

"Wen Zhiyu!" she called out.

Unfortunately, the sound was muffled by the helmet and broken up by the wind, and Wen Zhiyu seemed unaware of it.

Han Shu exclaimed again, "The sea around Wenzhiyu is so beautiful!"

Wen Zhiyu remained firmly in control of the car and did not respond.

"Can't you hear me?" Han Shu thought to herself, "Great!" She took a deep breath and shouted, "Wen Zhiyu, you're a complete lunatic!!!"

"Why is the scarf you bought so ugly?!"

"What exactly are you trying to do to me by using the cat?!"

"Godly gold!!!"

Twenty minutes, twenty-eight kilometers.

Wen Zhiyu went straight into the garage from the back door of the villa, bracing himself with his legs to tilt the car.

Han Shu landed on the ground, holding onto the bicycle seat, and quickly took off his helmet. "It's so stuffy, no wonder the sound insulation is so good."

Wen Zhiyu maintained his riding posture, opened the windproof cover, and his fair cheeks were slightly red from the heat. "What gave you the illusion that the soundproofing is good?"

Han Shu was taken aback.

Wen Zhiyu asked in a high-pitched voice, "Was it—'Wen Zhiyu, you're a lunatic' that gave it to me?"

Han Shu: ...

"Was it because of the comment, 'Why is the scarf you bought so ugly?'?"

Han Shu: ...

OMG! How did you imitate it so well!

Han Shu shrank back, not daring to speak.

Wen Zhiyu scoffed and picked up a cardboard box from the corner of the garage. "The cat isn't a hostage. I didn't intend to coerce you."

Han Shu stammered, "Then why did you bring up sterilization out of the blue? It's ridiculous."

The man strode around to the front yard, changed his shoes, and walked in on his own.

Han Shu jogged after him, quickly found the pink slippers and changed into them, then jogged after him again, increasingly confused, "So what exactly do you want to do!"

Wen Zhiyu remained silent, tossed the car keys onto the coffee table, and continued walking toward room number 1.

Han Shu punched the back of his head twice in frustration, yelling, "Hey! Talk to me! If you don't say something, I'm leaving!"

Wen Zhiyu finally stopped.

"ah--"

A second time.

Han Shu rubbed his forehead, spun around in place, and muttered, "He must have practiced Iron Back Kung Fu..."

Wen Zhiyu lowered his eyes, his expression gradually fading. "If I understand correctly, volunteering is equivalent to unpaid labor, with no income other than food and lodging provided, right?"

"Yes!" Han Shu asked, puzzled. "What are you trying to say?"

"What if there were better terms? Would you accept them?"

Han Shu rolled his eyes, quickly realizing what he meant. "Could it be—you want to hire me?"

Wen Zhiyu nodded, "Spend two hours with me every day, playing whatever you want, I'll pay you an hourly wage."

Han Shu was shocked.

As a poor woman, she simply couldn't understand why anyone would be willing to spend money on games!

Upholding the virtues of diligence and thrift, the poor man struggled to ask, "Why don't you find someone willing to play with you for free?"

Wen Zhiyu blinked, "Looking for whom?"

Han Shu thought for a moment, "Like your friends?"

Wen Zhiyu shook his head. "No."

Han Shu thought for a moment, "Then...the housekeeper you hired?"

"No," Wen Zhiyu said firmly. "I want to play with you."

That's it, the conversation is becoming childish, and the atmosphere is becoming increasingly absurd.

Han Shu realized that Ling Lin was right; she really was strange. She actually took Wen Zhiyu's absurd suggestion seriously and offered an absurd suggestion in return.

Is there some kind of infectious super-virus in the air of this villa? Will inhaling it cause me to be assimilated by Mr. Problem?!

Han Shu pressed the tip of his tongue against his back molars, using reason to remind himself to resist the virus attack and to think about the problem in a normal way.

She slapped her thigh, glared angrily, and adopted the aura of a homeroom teacher giving a lecture, "All you do is play all day long, how can you neglect your studies?!"

Wen Zhiyu: ?

Han Shu pressed his advantage, "You're so young, you should be ambitious, you know? What's the point of playing those games? Does it help you write more words or something—"

Wen Zhiyu chuckled softly, "Okay."

"..." His arrogance vanished abruptly, leaving Han Shu speechless.

Looking into the girl's slightly open almond-shaped eyes, Wen Zhiyu said slowly, "You are indeed one of my sources of inspiration. I just want to play games with you."

Han Shu unconsciously fiddled with the hem of his "Northeast floral jacket" behind his back, Chun Jing's words flashing through his ears like a movie—

She took two steps back, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "You...you haven't fallen for me, have you?!"