Chapter 24 [VIP]

"Okay, I got it, honey."

As the script drew to a successful close, Han Shu loosened his grip on his trousers.

She glanced discreetly at the only audience member and noticed that Wen Zhiyu's brows were furrowed into a deep frown and his back teeth were clenched tightly.

Could it be that the audience is dissatisfied?

Han Shu covered the microphone and leaned closer to whisper, "Is there anything else I need to confirm with my husband?"

Wen Zhiyu exhaled through his nose, "No."

Why does he look like a dog that wants to destroy the whole world? Han Shu boldly speculated and spoke rashly, "Perhaps you want to talk to him directly?"

"..." Wen Zhiyu felt that it was particularly sunny today, and his head was throbbing from the sun. He managed to say with difficulty, "No need."

"So, are the conditions met?"

"……satisfy."

Han Shu felt relieved after receiving confirmation and held the phone to his ear again.

"Honey, you go ahead and do your work... Okay... Mm, I miss you... Bye-bye!"

The call ended with a coquettish, affected voice.

Han Shu contentedly stuffed her phone back into her pocket; her non-existent husband now existed, and she felt her back straighten. Just as she was about to continue admiring her brand-new love car, she turned around and bumped into a pair of resentful dark eyes.

Wen Zhiyu still frowned, staring intently at her.

He looks just like a resentful husband.

Han Shu asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Zhiyu took two steps forward and said seriously, "I...don't...accept."

"Huh?" Han Shu scratched his head, his brain racing but still not quite grasping the situation. "What do you mean, 'I'm not convinced'?"

Wen Zhiyu bowed slightly until he was at eye level with her, "You, double standards!"

Double standards?

Han Shu suddenly realized, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What are you comparing me to my husband for!"

"You were so gentle and polite on the phone just now." Wen Zhiyu became increasingly annoyed and passionately accused, "I'm so good to you, but when you talk to me, you're always unresponsive, rude, and even rude to me. You even shot me with a gun!"

I've been so good to you.

Han Shu's eyes widened.

For you.

That's good.

It seems pretty good.

But... but why did he say it so directly?

She stammered, "But he's my husband..."

Wen Zhiyu said, "But I'm the one living under the same roof as you now."

Living under the same roof.

Life.

Han Shuxin thought to herself, "Wasn't I just considering it? How did you decide to live together already?"

So self-righteous! And he says it so naturally!

...But she did intend to rent it long-term.

Han Shu bit her lower lip and said weakly, "Is there a difference? I think it's fine..."

Wen Zhiyu unconsciously raised his hands to his chin, suppressing his voice, "Husband~"

Han Shu: ...

Then, Wen Zhiyu said fiercely, "Wen Zhiyu!"

Han Shu: ...

Finally, Wen Zhiyu shrugged and said, "Double standards."

Han Shu: ...

Elementary school chicken.

Could we put elementary school kids in kindergarten?

After a moment, Han Shu mimicked him, raising his hands to his cheeks, "Wen~zhi~yu~, are you satisfied with this tone~?"

Wen Zhiyu was stunned. After regaining his senses, he turned around and left quickly.

Is it really necessary to be so disgusted?

Han Shu pouted and continued talking to his retreating figure, "This is... what you asked for!"

Wen Zhiyu forgot there was a step at the entrance, and when he lost his footing, he stumbled and fell into the store to complete the formalities.

Han Shu reluctantly withdrew his gaze and abandoned his joking thoughts, then shamelessly sent a message to the unlucky car owner.

Stepping inside, the air conditioner was running tirelessly. Wen Zhiyu fanned himself with his palms, feeling unbearably hot, as if his ears and neck were on fire.

Li Yun tactfully handed over a promotional fan, then continued processing the paperwork, keeping his mouth tightly shut and not daring to utter a single unnecessary word.

Wen Zhiyu thanked him and took the fan, continuing to fan himself wildly, but still couldn't stop his body temperature from rising.

He knew the mushroom-headed guy was deliberately trying to disgust him.

But why doesn't he feel disgusted at all?

Li Yun handed over a stack of documents, saying, "Please sign here."

Upon learning of the vigorous and powerful strokes of the character "屿" (yǔ), the writer abruptly stopped the brush when writing the right half of the character, leaving an abrupt ink dot that ruined the otherwise strong and forceful handwriting.

Just now, Han Shu raised his hand, shrank his neck, and called out to Wen Zhiyu in a coquettish voice.

Wenzhiyu.

A faint smile appeared on Wen Zhiyu's thin lips.

As they left, Han Shu drove his new car with great delight and care, while Wen Zhiyu followed behind on his motorcycle.

"Please take care, gentlemen." After greeting the gatekeeper, Li Yun clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, almost as if to say, "Respectfully seeing off the Emperor."

Seeing his dedication in the sweltering heat, Han Shu rolled down the car window halfway and said, "Thank you!"

Li Yun waved his hand, his smile still stiff.

Even after his figure completely disappeared from the rearview mirror, Han Shu still felt that something was wrong.

Why is this person looking at her with such... admiration?

But none of that matters!

After turning around and waiting for the left turn signal, Han Shu stroked the steering wheel and murmured to himself, "Xiao Lan, how can you be so beautiful, Xiao Lan! Beautiful inside and out, lovely inside and out—"

Look, "perverted".

"You're the pervert." Han Shufei glared at her, about to passionately defend Xiao Lan, when the red taillights of the motorcycle flashed.

"..." She started to catch up, closing the window as she said, "Don't listen to Xiao Lan, it's a bad review."

Reverse into the parking space,

Wen Zhiyu waited for a while but no one came down, so he went up and knocked on the window. Han Shu unlocked the car from the inside, opened the door, and looked like he was still enjoying himself.

"From now on, you'll drive us to and from Houhai."

"Is that possible? Is that possible?" Han Shu's eyes lit up, thinking it was quite feasible. "If it's possible, you won't need to pick me up and drop me off anymore. Just lend me your car."

Wen Zhiyu: ? ? ?

“No,” he said.

The light in Han Shu's eyes vanished, replaced by deep disappointment. "Then what did you just do—"

"I was just joking." Wen Zhiyu guiltily looked away, put his hands in his pockets, and walked in coolly.

Han Shu followed, silently saying goodbye to Xiao Lan, then threw a powerful punch at the back of Wen Zhiyu's head from a distance—

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Wen Zhiyu turned around and caught the whistling wind of the incoming fist. Without even blinking, he said, "Second question."

Han Shu quickly withdrew his fist, put his hands behind his back, and said with a forced smile, "May I ask?"

When you got out of the car, did you step out with your left foot or your right foot first?

Han Shu: ...

"Get out!"

Seeing that he had failed to deceive her, Wen Zhiyu had no choice but to reluctantly give up.

Han Shu followed behind, feeling that the person in front of her was up to no good and was plotting something against her.

So, Han Shu walked around from the garage to the front yard, and seizing the opportunity, he called out, "Wen~zhi~yu~"

Another step, and Wen Zhiyu slipped again. Trying to tame his out-of-control legs, he leaned forward and fell until his face hit the security door before stopping.

"Hahahaha!" Han Shu laughed without any restraint. "This is what you asked for, so why are you still so disgusted?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Wen Zhiyu's face. He steadied himself and pressed the fingerprint unlock button. "Who said I'm averse to it?"

Han Shu followed up on the steps, "Then why did you react so strongly?"

Wen Zhiyu tilted his head slightly. "Yes, I like it. Talk like this from now on."

The man's figure flashed and then disappeared.

Hanshu Petrochemical.

like?

What do you like?

Do you like her pretending to be a manipulative woman?

Yue!

Han Shu entered the house with a look of disgust. He was actually a clueless straight man who liked green tea bitches—no taste whatsoever!

Exhausted and thirsty after running around in the sweltering heat, she didn't go back inside. Instead, she found herself a cold drink and slumped on the sofa, scrolling through her phone.

In the family group chat, Dad posted a few pictures of the view from the balcony of the ocean-view cabin on the cruise ship, so it looks like they've successfully boarded.

Han Shu sent a thumbs-up emoji, and soon, the other side replied with a thumbs-up emoji as well.

After switching to the other end of the interface, I still haven't received a reply from the unfortunate car owner.

Han Shu sighed deeply. Finding a home for a stray cat these days is harder than winning the lottery. You have to screen families' attitudes towards pets and their stability in keeping them, preventing further abandonment, and also guard against abusive cat owners posing as adopters. It's incredibly difficult.

Lost in thought, Han Shu fell asleep in a relaxed, sprawling position.

In a daze, she had a dream.

In the dream, Wen Zhiyu went from being a big cat to a tiny one, squeezed in the middle by Da Mi, Er Mi, and Xiao Mi, looking as terrified as a mouse that had mistakenly entered the cat kingdom.

Han Shu laughed as he urged Da Mi to lick his head. In South Korea, the cow-licking hairstyle is popular; here it's the cat-licking hairstyle—a perfect example of innovation.

Although Da Mi was disgusted, she obeyed and spat on it one lick at a time.

Han Shu nodded in satisfaction, found a stool and prepared to sit down to carefully appreciate the world-famous painting, but accidentally sat crookedly.

A feeling of weightlessness washed over Han Shu, who shuddered and woke up with a start.

pity!

It's a shame I didn't see the cat licking its hair!

Han Shu wiped his mouth, still feeling unsatisfied, and planned to go back to his room to continue sleeping. As soon as he got up, he saw Wen Zhiyu on the single sofa, his hair still wet, holding a laptop and typing away on the keyboard.

It's wet.

Han Shu almost thought his dream had come true and burst out laughing.

"It's on the coffee table, a gift for you." Wen Zhiyu said without even looking up.

Han Shu picked it up and saw it was a blank sheet of paper. He flipped it over—

She roared, "Are you crazy?!"

This is a pencil drawing.

In the image, Han Shu is leaning back on the sofa, fast asleep. This part is more like a sketch, basically a faithful reproduction. But the rest!

On her delicate and lovely face was an enormous mouth, very round and very black, pointed at the sky at a 45-degree angle like a rocket launcher.

Han Shu suddenly clenched her fist, the paper rustling. Just as she was about to explode, she suddenly noticed something drawn near her mouth. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was a series of simple line drawings of objects or symbols.

Skateboard, a sign advocating against surfing, a cat, a book, the shape of a car that resembles a dream car, money, a heart, and a big question mark.

They varied in size and direction, appearing as if they were gushing out from a gaping maw, or being inhaled like a gluttonous beast feeding.

With just a few strokes, Wen Zhiyu understood everything about her, and Han Shu understood everything about herself. That question mark was just like the confusion and helplessness about life that had tormented her for so long.

Han Shu slowly relaxed his grip, smoothing out the wrinkles in the paper with his thumb. "Give it to me."

Wen Zhiyu then looked up from behind the screen, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Today is the first day of the long-term lease. Welcome to the hotel."