He's a bit dumb.

Shen Yanshu thought he had misheard, so he clicked on it and listened again. Only after he understood every word and every tone did he realize that his hands were shaking with excitement.

This is so pathetic.

Shen Yanshu felt that this was no different from receiving an acceptance letter or getting a perfect score on an exam. She tried to calm herself down and clicked on the text message again. The words slowly loaded up, as if saying, "Come and pursue me. If you pursue me, I will agree."

It was simply an invitation. Shen Yanshu only regretted that there was no bed for her to fuck.

She felt like she had to learn to breathe and type all over again. The air conditioning in the mall was strong, but she was sweating profusely, as if she were dreaming. It turned out she was right. Su Bai had a crush on her. He wasn't against it, and he even took good care of the roses she had given him. She even said she could ask him about it.

From now on, can we talk about every bouquet of flowers? That means there are many topics. Shen Yanshu suddenly wanted to go to the track and ride a motorcycle for a few laps to relieve his wildly beating heart with the speed.

She opened Su Bai's chat box and replied: I understand. I will only look for you from now on, not him.

After sending the message, my palms were sweating, and I didn’t know how Su Bai would respond.

Su Bai sent a close-up photo of roses and replied, "OK."

She almost dropped her phone, and after saving the picture of roses, she smiled foolishly at her phone.

How can you act like a young kid at 26? It’s just a message, not that serious.

Wen Xianyue came out and saw Shen Yanshu's silly look: "Xiaoshu, what are you doing?"

Shen Yanshu tried to hold back his laughter, but it still spilled out. He couldn't stop being in a good mood. "You look really good in this. I'll buy it for you."

"What happened? Why are you so happy?"

"Nothing, just help me get my hair done later." Shen Yanshu looked at the fitting mirror in the store and found that her black hair had grown out, and the ends of her hair were a little frizzy.

"OK."

After shopping, the two went to the barber shop again. Shen Yanshu dyed her hair black. Actually, she wanted to dye it again, but when she thought about going to work in the company later, the rose-red hair was too conspicuous, so black hair was better.

Wen Xianyue was sitting nearby, playing with her phone while waiting for her. She saw the notification about the motorcycle race and asked, "Is there a motorcycle race in two weeks?"

Shen Yanshu loves motorcycles. He took his driver's license test the day after turning 18. At first, Shen Xing and Ming Wan were adamantly against it. They only had one child, and motorcycles were dangerous, so no matter how much they tried to persuade him, they refused. Finally, after much persuasion from Shen Yanshu, they reluctantly agreed. Later, Shen Yanshu participated in some small competitions, and Shen Xing and Ming Wan gradually became less resistant. Last year, he even made it to the quarterfinals of the championship.

"Well, it's not big. It's in Ningcheng. I've registered and I'll give you a ticket when the time comes." Wen Xianyue has never missed any of Shen Yanshu's matches since the first one.

"What I mean is, do you want to give Su Bai a ticket? This is such a good opportunity to show off your charm and have a party alone, why not seize it?" Wen Xianyue suggested with a lively expression.

"That's a good idea!" Shen Yanshu said, "But I don't know how to give it to him."

"Send it with the flowers."

"But the flowers were delivered." Shen Yanshu said matter-of-factly.

"Stupid. Why don't you just deliver it in person? You can even see his office." Wen Xianyue said, "For people like them, seeing an office is no different than seeing a bedroom."

Anyway, I'm either on a business trip or at work. The hotel has become a VVVVVVVVIP customer, and I probably haven't even cooked a meal at my own house twice.

"Okay, I'll ask him when I get the tickets."

Shen Yanshu is now full of energy. As long as Su Bai likes her a little, she has the confidence to like him ten times more.

As they were chatting enthusiastically, the phone rang and Shen Yanshu answered the call: "Mom."

"Xiaoshu, is the dinner over?"

"It's over, Mom."

"Grandma asked you to go with us to see her on Friday. Are you free?" Mingwan said.

"When I'm free." Shen Yanshu said.

Shen Yanshu's grandparents are both university professors. Five years ago, her grandmother suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and fainted. After being rescued, she moved to a villa in the suburbs to live out her retirement and recuperate.

Before Shen Yanshu even entered, he saw a small patch of roses in full bloom, their branches climbing up the fence. They'd probably grow a wall of flowers next year. Pushing open the door, he discovered a Chinese-style interior, decorated with calligraphy and paintings, mahogany furniture, and a tea room. The faint aroma of rice wafted from the kitchen.

"Xiaoshu is here." Mingwan was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

"Mom, where are grandma and the others?"

"They're busy in the kitchen. Go say hello to them." As soon as Shen Yanshu entered the kitchen, he saw his grandparents and his father busy at work. "Grandpa, grandma, dad."

"Xiaoshu is here. Go to the living room and have a rest. I'll call you when dinner is ready." Grandma said.

Shen Yanshu said: "Do you want me to help you?"

It's not like Shen Yanshu had never been in the kitchen before; she could cook. Shen Xing and Ming Wan believed that housework and cooking were basic survival skills, so they taught Shen Yanshu from a young age, requiring her only to be able to cook simple meals. Beyond that, they rarely let her into the kitchen, partly because her cooking skills were average, and partly because it wasn't her turn.

"No need, go and have a rest." said grandpa.

The family only has this one child, so they dote on her as much as they can. At first, Shen Xing was afraid that too much doting would spoil her, but Shen Yanshu had been goal-oriented, sensible and polite since she was young, so there was no need to worry at all.

"Then I'll be leaving." Shen Yanshu happily sat next to Mingwan, eating fruit and watching TV next to her.

"Is it okay living alone these two days?" Ming Wan said.

"Very good." Shen Yanshu ate grapes, his eyes narrowed with a smile, "Have you noticed anything different about me?"

Ming Wan looked at her carefully. It was hard not to notice a change in her bright red hair: "Why did you suddenly dye your hair back to black?"

"I think it's better to have black hair when I go to the company, so that my dad won't be able to find me at a glance."

Ming Wan touched Shen Yanshu's head and said, "If you don't want to go, then don't go."

"It's okay, I think it's quite interesting." Shen Yanshu said, "It's just that Dad is a bit strict."

Shen Xing's work standards were indeed high. They were always that way, and even more so now. With the business growing, not all the top executives were loyal. His strictness was meant to discipline Shen Yanshu, and to ensure Shen Yanshu's position was more stable, Shen Xing was already keeping an eye on him. He dealt with whatever needed to be dealt with. Sometimes, if you tolerate sand too long, you'll develop eye problems.

"So what?" Ming Wan saw that there was something behind Shen Yanshu's words and asked.

"So, don't be angry, you two, about me participating in a motorcycle race in two weeks." Shen Yanshu's eyes were full of requests. Although they no longer strongly opposed it, they would still be anxious for a long time every time and nag in her ears.

"Okay, I'll tell Dad," Ming Wan said, "but promise Mom this is the last time, okay?"

"Xiaoshu." Mingwan's tone faded, and she said seriously, "Mom and Dad support everything you do and know you like these things, but as we get older, we worry more about you than before. It's okay to have fun on the professional track, but don't do professional competitive racing. We're really worried about you."

Ming Wan recalled that Shen Yanshu was thrown off the track during his first race and it took him half a year to recover from his fracture. She was also very worried when she saw the motorcycle accident these past two days. People tend to think too much when they get older. Since Shen Yanshu mentioned it this time, she took this opportunity to persuade him again.

"I promise you, Mom."

She just doesn't participate in professional competitions. It doesn't have much impact on her because she is not on the professional track.

The meals were all home-cooked dishes, and grandparents also bought the cooked food that Shen Yanshu liked.

"This pork elbow was bought by your grandfather this morning when he queued up at the vegetable market. Try it," said grandma.

Shen Yanshu's eyes lit up when he saw the meat and he ate happily: "Delicious!"

"If it tastes good, eat more," Grandpa said. "Just tell me if you want to eat it next time."

"Yeah." Shen Yanshu said, "I've lost weight from working so hard lately."

Grandma said, “It’s so hard.”

"Yeah, Dad gave me a lot of work."

Shen Xing took a deep breath, knowing that Shen Yanshu would be like this. Looking at the look in his father-in-law and mother-in-law's eyes, he explained: "Xiaoshu has grown up and has to take over my job. I didn't give her many tasks. It's all collaborative, not for her to do alone."

"That's right." Grandpa nodded and said, "Xiaoshu, you should learn more from your father. It will be a little hard at first, but don't be afraid of being tired."

She just wanted to act coquettishly and trick Chen Xing.

"I see. I did a pretty good job, didn't I?" She looked at Shen Xing expectantly.

Shen Xing said, “Yes, well done.”

After dinner, grandma took Shen Yanshu to the study and said, "I recently got a piece of calligraphy. Come and take a look."

Shen Yanshu's grandmother was a professor of history and she liked calligraphy and painting, so there were a lot of them at home. Shen Yanshu learned a lot from her childhood by observing and listening to them.

A piece of calligraphy was spread out on the desk, and the flowing words were dancing on the paper like a flying bird, writing a poem "Yu Lin Ling".

"The lines are smooth and the strokes are continuous." Shen Yanshu looked at the calligraphy. "This person's style is very euphemistic."

Grandpa said on the side: "I think it's just okay."

"How can I give a good evaluation to someone who studies physics?" Shen Yanshu muttered, and her grandfather picked up the brush next to her and knocked her on the head.

She cried softly, "Grandma, Grandpa hit me."

"Stop arguing with the kid and tell me what's wrong."

Grandpa put on his reading glasses and read carefully, word by word, pointing out some minor problems between the lines. "Do you think there are any of these problems?"

"That's true." Grandma looked at Shen Yanshu, "Xiaoshu, why don't you write two and show me if your calligraphy has deteriorated."

Shen Yanshu waved his hands and said guiltily, "Grandma, forget it."

At this time, Shen Xing walked in, “Mom, she hasn’t practiced for a long time. I’ll write it to you after she practices at home. I have something to do at the company now, so I have to take her back to the company.”

When Shen Yanshu saw his father who rescued him, it was like seeing an angel.

"Then go quickly," Grandma said, "Xiaoshu, come back often."

"Got it. I'll come to see you often."

Then follow Chen Xing to escape from the "right and wrong place" of the spot check operation.

"Dad, you are an angel." Shen Yanshu flattered him, "So, could you be kinder and let me go back to sleep?"

Shen Xing opened the car door and refused.

"Mom is very lonely at home. Can you bear it?" Shen Yanshu said.

"She lives here today."

Okay, okay, everything was planned. Shen Yanshu slumped in the passenger seat, suddenly wondering why her parents didn't have another child to share her pressure. But her father definitely wouldn't want to, after all, she was born because her mother wanted her.

Shen Yanshu stepped on the accelerator and drove straight to the company. She was already very disappointed and decided to tell Su Bai about it.

Turn pain into conversation material.

Shen Yanshu: My dad asked me to come to work at the company at this time [crying]

Su Bai didn't reply, probably he was busy.

She couldn't understand where these workaholics got the energy to work so many hours a day. The last time she worked so hard was when she was writing her graduation thesis, and by the end of it, she felt like she was halfway done with it.

Although I am extremely reluctant, I live my life to the fullest. Once I devote myself to something, I will forget about time.

An hour later, Shen Yanshu finally finished reading and sorting everything she needed to read, and she also checked all the contracts that Shen Xing was about to sign. She paused in confusion when she turned to a document, but she couldn't see any problems with what she had in her hands. She didn't know why Shen Xing made such a plan. She thought about it over and over again but couldn't understand it. After all, Shen Xing didn't tell her anything else.

Her eyes were dry from staring at the computer screen for too long. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the densely packed report. Every number had its own reflection, and she could hardly recognize every word.

Su Bai: I just finished work too.

It was a message from Su Bai.

She saw that the dialog box was still being typed, and she didn't know what Su Bai wanted to say.

She sent a bunny-touching emoticon, and Chen Xing was typing again.

Shen Yanshu: Don’t you know how to reply to me?

Su Bai: Yeah.

Shen Yanshu realized that Su Bai was a little stupid, not only intellectually, but also emotionally, just as Huo Lang said.

It's an ice cube.

But even if it was, she could teach him.