Chapter 25 was about gambling, but now the roles have reversed. ...
Inside the sanatorium.
In the large rehabilitation studio, a group of people stood around one person.
The man surrounded in the middle moved a few steps with difficulty and then looked up.
Although a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, it did not detract from the handsomeness of his features; on the contrary, it made him even more breathtakingly charming.
"Everyone, do you really have to watch me make a fool of myself here?"
He always wore a gentle mask, often giving people the illusion that he was easy to talk to, but everyone who had spent more than a month around him knew that he was the kind of person who would send someone to their death with a smile.
Good temper and gentleness are not traits that apply to this man at all.
With just one sentence, the group immediately scattered in fear, none of them wanting to lose this high-paying, low-stress job.
The only one who remained was the doctor who had been in charge of the men from the very beginning.
Shen Yu seemed oblivious to her presence, said nothing, and continued to struggle to lift his legs, which were too heavy for him.
When he stopped to rest for the second time, a floral handkerchief with a sweet, fruity scent was handed to him: "Mr. Chen, wipe your sweat."
Shen Yu didn't take it. Instead, he lowered one hand, took out a similarly colorful but almost nonexistent silk handkerchief from the pocket of his clothes, and touched it to his forehead.
The delicate touch felt like a pair of warm hands were actually touching him, wiping his sweat with a hint of disgust.
"You go out, and let Assistant Li come in."
The doctor, knowing when to stop, smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Shen."
Li Zhu had wanted to rush in and report the situation to Shen Yu as soon as Jiang Xiliu arrived in Berlin, but because his boss was never in a good mood during rehabilitation training, he could only wait outside the rehabilitation studio for several hours.
However, Shen Yu didn't call him in because he could tell fortunes or knew in advance that he had something important to report. He simply found the fruity aroma from earlier to be unpleasantly sweet.
"President Shen." Assistant Li knew that speaking at this time was not a good idea, but if he didn't report this immediately, things would only get worse. "Miss Jiang Xiliu has arrived in Berlin."
Then, recalling the new message he had just received, he added, "Mr. Ye Qishan also came along."
It sounds like the two people embarked on a sweet trip together after their relationship progressed rapidly.
Only the parties involved know that this is not the case.
As expected, Shen Yu lost interest in continuing training. The moment he came down, all the people who had been monitoring him outside came in again to begin the finishing touches.
Shen Yu seemed oblivious to the growing pain in his body, his brow not even furrowing as his feet touched the ground: "That Jin..."
It's already remarkable that he can remember a surname: "Have you arrived?"
“No, but…” Assistant Li hesitated before speaking, thinking of the message from China, “Miss Jiang Xiliu has rented the house next to his. It seems like she will stay there for a while after her trip to Berlin.”
Shen Yu's lips twitched, his smile superficial: "She's rather playful."
“But since she’s here, we should at least see her from afar, so that she won’t forget me completely.” Shen Yu looked at Li Zhu and said, “Go and prepare.”
Li Zhugang wanted to offer some advice, saying that given his current physical condition, he shouldn't be discharged from the hospital and stay outside for an extended period.
But when he looked up and met Shen Yu's gaze, he knew he couldn't persuade this person at all.
If it involved Miss Jiang Xiliu, and it could change Shen Yu's mind, then he wouldn't be in this miserable state, doing rehabilitation training alone right now.
At the very least, they should have all four limbs intact.
...
Jiang Xiliu was actually quite indifferent to the fact that Shen Yu was here.
She's just vengeful; she's not some non-mainstream fool who's actually read novels so much that she'd go crazy and shout, "I'm mortal enemies with Shen Yu! He's in Berlin, I'll never come back to Berlin again!"
Please, who is he, Chen Yu? How could he possibly affect her schedule?
However, Ye Qishan's absent-minded and seemingly guilty appearance is quite amusing.
"Ye Qishan, I never thought you would lie to me for him." In the middle of her act, the young lady didn't forget to order food from the handsome young man who was sticking to her, "Another one of this, indeed, that person is your true love."
Ye Qishan was so anxious that his face turned red, but he still insisted on denying it: "No, I didn't lie to you, I don't know anything."
He was still standing there, his clothes and pants stained with coffee, looking rather pitiful and disheveled.
[System 0777 is curious: Who is Shen Yu?]
Jiang Xiliu was taken aback by the question: "Shouldn't your system know everything about this world?"
[System 0777 shamefully denies: No, I only know things mentioned and people who appeared in the original plot.]
In novels, supporting characters like Jiang Xiliu are mostly described by what they do directly, and the author doesn't spend much time explaining why they did it.
As a result, System 0777 almost misunderstood her as bullying Yisile a few days ago.
Therefore, Shen Yu is a character who never appears in the entire story.
Even after she got married and then divorced, Shen Yu was like a dead man, completely disappearing from Jiang Xiliu's world.
Jiang Xiliu wasn't disappointed, only a little annoyed at her poor judgment: "Nobody, just a dead person who used to like me a lot."
The system sensed that the young lady wasn't happy about discussing this, so it obediently suppressed its curiosity and shut its mouth.
The restaurant was very efficient, and the mess on the table was quickly cleaned up. Ye Qishan sat down dejectedly: "Xi Liu, don't always tease me. His affairs and his mistakes have nothing to do with me."
"It's because you two are so close," Jiang Xiliu said sarcastically. "Didn't you say before that you two were so close you were inseparable, like brothers?"
After a few seconds of silence, Ye Qishan suddenly began to frankly analyze his past thoughts: "If I didn't shamelessly follow Shen Yu like this, would you let me play with you?"
He even felt a bit aggrieved, like someone who had endured humiliation but no one cared: "Do you think I wanted to be a super bright third wheel, watching you two being all lovey-dovey?"
Jiang Xiliu and Shen Yu are the type who don't pay much attention to others. When they're having fun, a kiss is just a subconscious act—after all, there are no other spectators around except Ye Qishan.
But Ye Qishan wasn't born liking to be abused. Why did he have to follow them around eating dog food until he felt like throwing up? Wasn't he just enduring it while secretly plotting to steal their partners?
Before they even started prying at the wall, Shen Yu was unilaterally convicted by the young lady and sent to the blacklisted jail.
He, an innocent but heartless spectator, was also sent in.
Jiang Xiliu blinked, gave Ye Qishan, who looked genuinely aggrieved, a few serious glances, and shifted the blame to him: "I used to really think you were truly in love with Shen Yu, but who told you not to say anything?" In short, it wasn't her fault.
Seeing his state, the young lady kindly let him off the hook: "Don't be sad, I'll give you a chance today."
Ye Qishan froze, looked up expectantly, and asked hesitantly, "What opportunity?"
Jiang Xiliu smiled broadly: "I'll give you the chance to pay the bill."
"Jiang Xiliu! I'm not paying for those three men you asked to accompany you!"
Despite saying he wouldn't pay, Ye Qishan ended up paying the full amount in the end, much to his chagrin.
The solo exhibition of the painter that Xi Zhen likes is the day after tomorrow. Jiang Xiliu hadn't made any travel plans, but Ye Qishan felt that this was a rare opportunity for him to stand out from the group of men.
So, around eight or nine in the morning, he dragged the young lady, who had already slept enough but didn't want to move at all, to visit the Berlin Wall ruins.
"Ye Qishan." Jiang Xiliu shifted his arm, leaning his entire body against half of him. "Why did you suddenly become so passionate about art? Can you even understand it?"
"Isn't there someone giving a tour?" Ye Qishan had specially hired a well-known local private guide at a high price, thinking she would like it. "Are you sleepy? Shall we go back?"
“It’s not that I’m sleepy,” Jiang Xiliu complained slowly. “It just feels like a school activity where we have to visit famous tourist attractions.”
It's been many years since I've had this experience.
Ye Qishan: "...Then we won't watch it."
What was supposed to be a carefully planned "couples' outing" turned into a school-organized activity.
Devastated, Ye Qishan decisively abandoned his original plan: "Let's go to KaDeWe, you spend, I'll pay."
Jiang Xiliu immediately straightened up: "Let's go."
Ye Qishan was honored to carry the young lady's bag. Unlike Jin Zhao, he didn't bother to look at the young lady's phone.
Although he didn't dare try to unlock it, he hung up seven or eight calls from different numbers in Berlin for the young lady, and also crossed out seven or eight WeChat messages for her.
—It's gambling.
If either Shen Yu or Jin Zhao is involved, then he has won his gamble.
Jiang Xiliu returned with a full load, and Ye Qishan also received warm greetings from his parents and was once again "frozen".
Then, that very night, he shamelessly moved into the suite where the young lady lived.
When Li Zhu showed Shen Yu their itinerary and the photos he had secretly taken, he was terrified.
Shen Yu didn't linger on the first few photos for long, until the last one—the one of Ye Qishan squeezing into Jiang Xiliu's suite.
He tapped the photo slightly: "What happened?"
Li Zhu lowered his head: "The people I was with were too far away, so I didn't hear what they were saying. But there's more than one room in the suite, so maybe—"
Shen Yu chuckled: "Maybe?"
"Did I spend all this money just to have you guys guess at this?"
"Guess."
Ye Qishan waved his hand in front of her: "Which hand has the good stuff?"
"Both hands," Jiang Xiliu said with a smile before he could reveal the truth. "You'd better have both hands, or I'll hold you accountable for touching my phone without permission."
Being poor has its advantages; at least you have self-awareness and don't dare to touch her things carelessly.
Whether it's Ye Qishan, Shen Yu, or any other man with a little money or power, they all fail to learn their lesson in this regard.
Ye Qishan immediately withdrew his hand: "Let's look at the paintings instead. Which one do you like? You pay first, and I'll pay you back double once my card is unblocked."
“No need.” Jiang Xiliu pushed him away. “I’m buying something for my mother. If you want to pay, you’ll have to wait in line first.”
"Oh." Ye Qishan wasn't interested in these paintings; he was just looking at them for fun.
Therefore, while Jiang Xiliu was carefully appreciating and selecting, he could only follow behind her, his eyes wandering around.
For some inexplicable reason, Ye Qishan found the dazzling chandelier on the ceiling to be blinding, and he subconsciously squinted as he looked up.
They met Shen Yu's gaze.
Oh, and he was rewarded with a hand by the young lady for his outstanding performance yesterday.
Two years ago, Ye Qishan could only stand far away and watch Shen Yu and Jiang Xiliu hold hands.
Now, the roles have been reversed.
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Author's note: Feeding the little mad dog.
A short skit from a very long time ago:
When the young lady and Shen Yu were kissing, she would occasionally open her eyes and look around absentmindedly.
Every time I saw Ye Qishan next to me, I would be startled – Ye Qishan was staring at Shen Yu with red eyes, looking as if Shen Yu was a heartless man.
Miss [question mark]: Ye Erchao loves?
Ye Qishan [angry]: Ah—I'm so jealous, so envious, so hateful!
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