Chapter 19 [VIP]
Wen Zhiyu's face visibly wrinkled, creating several creases on his thin cheeks. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, his lips turning white from the force.
Mr. Problem turned into an old man on the subway, staring at her with a complicated expression.
Han Shushun asked if he regretted it.
It's something even a fool would find impossible, how could I have asked it out loud?!
But out of pride, she forced herself to remain calm, "I'm sorry. As a married person, I still need to be more cautious."
Wen Zhiyu opened his mouth and then closed it again, letting out a long, drawn-out sigh through his nose.
Han Shu: ...
A moment of impulsiveness resulted in a lifetime of introversion, she said sheepishly, "I was just kidding!"
Wen Zhiyu took a step back, looked down at the distance between them, and then took two more steps back. His voice was so weak that he seemed to have lost all his strength, "It's almost time for the appointment. Let's take the cat and go."
Disdain, blatant disdain.
What's even more awkward than a direct denial is when the other party doesn't even bother to speak.
Han Shu nodded immediately and walked towards the guest room as if it were a natural thing to do. But after they passed each other, he couldn't hold back any longer and slapped himself hard in the face.
Damn it! Damn it!
Wen Zhiyu didn't come in. He placed the small cardboard box by the door, knocked lightly on the door frame, and said, "Get ready and wait for me in the living room."
Han Shu didn't dare turn around and whispered that he understood.
Just two days after I left, the guest room had transformed back into an exquisite showroom, with even the shadowy tree shadows on the curtains exuding a capitalist atmosphere.
She was afraid of being corrupted and felt a sense of loss upon returning to the dilapidated house, so she didn't dare to look around and went straight into the bathroom.
Upon hearing the door open, Dami immediately jumped to the top of the sink and looked over warily.
"Big Mimi?"
Big Mimi's round eyes stared at her intently, her expression seemingly somewhat bewildered.
"Mimi, it's me!" Han Shu looked around. Ermi and Xiaomi were sitting in the wet area of the dry-wet separation zone, separated by a glass door. "Do you two still recognize me?"
"Meow!" Big Mimi jumped down, gracefully circled around once, and after confirming it was her by sniffing, first rubbed against her leg, then naturally lay down to show her belly, "Meow!"
Han Shu was relieved and squatted down to touch him from head to toe. "I thought you had forgotten about me!"
"Meow!"
"I'll take you out later, ooh my!"
"Meow!"
Han Shu indulged her cat-loving instincts to the fullest when she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar color. Looking closer, she saw it on the floor next to the toilet—wasn't that the cat bed she'd made from her coat? Hadn't she thrown it in the trash collection area before she left?! How did it manage to come back so clean!
Filled with doubt, Han Shu put the large and two small animals into a cardboard box and squatted in the living room to wait for the Didi motorcycle driver.
Soon after, footsteps were heard on the stairs.
"Hey, where did this cat bed come from—" Han Shu's pupils contracted slightly, "What are you carrying?!"
Wen Zhiyu wore a large, dark red hiking backpack that jutted out several centimeters above his head over his white shirt. A waist belt cinched tightly over his black suit trousers, outlining his muscular waist and abdomen, while a chest strap accentuated his pectoral muscles and collarbone, giving him a ready-to-go look.
He stopped two meters away from Han Shu, turned around and showed her his backpack, saying, "Hiking backpack."
Han Shu's mouth dropped open. "Where are you going? A round-the-world trip?"
"Pet hospital".
"Stealing money from the pet hospital while carrying it on his back?"
Wen Zhiyu turned his head slightly, glanced at her speechlessly, and then explained proudly, "The backpack is very sturdy, so you can hold it while sitting in the back seat."
—Instead of wrapping her arms around his waist.
This mushroom-headed guy not only has a wildly imaginative mind and brilliant thinking, but he's also strangely prone to self-delusion. To avoid getting into a predicament where he has to prove himself, he needs to plan ahead and do everything possible to avoid suspicion.
Han Shu: ...
Five minutes later, Wen Zhiyu sat on the black and green motorcycle with a red bag on his back, while Han Shu, wearing a red and green floral jacket, sat on the back, his arms wrapped around the back of his backpack, and a small cardboard box containing three cats was tucked between his stomach and the bag.
absurd!
Han Shu glared fiercely at Wen Zhiyu's head, but the backpack was like an insurmountable chasm, perfectly blocking his view.
Next time anyone says motorcycles are cool, she'll be the first to disagree! With that colorful outfit and weird pose, even passing dogs will take a second look.
Along the way, she attracted countless curious glances, her head turning around was comparable to that of an ancient prison cart being taken to the execution ground, with neighbors and villagers all wanting to see what the person about to be beheaded looked like.
—Luckily, she was wearing this suffocating helmet, otherwise she would probably be mortified!
Upon arriving at the pet hospital, Han Shu jumped out of the car before it had even come to a complete stop, quickly unbuttoned his padded jacket, rubbed it a bit, and then unzipped Wen Zhiyu's backpack and stuffed the contents inside.
Wen Zhiyu: ?
Han Shu zipped up his jacket again and smiled apologetically, "Just pretending for a bit, it'll ruin my image if I look too ugly."
He frowned, parked the car, picked up the suitcase, and walked into the store.
Han Shu followed behind, when he suddenly heard him say...
He almost tripped and fell down the stairs. "Are you gay?"
She stumbled several steps before regaining her footing, turned around, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "I... don't like men either!"
Startled, Han Shu clutched his wildly beating heart and said with difficulty, "If you don't like it, you don't like it. Why are you so agitated?"
"This must be made clear: I don't like people, I don't like anyone."
"so what?"
"So, I don't like you," Wen Zhiyu added seriously. "I won't like you in the future either, so you can rest assured."
Having already moved on from an embarrassing incident, Han Shu was no match for him and mumbled, "I know, I know, you don't like me, you don't like anyone, you don't like cats, and you don't like any living creature. You're a cosmic-level nitpicker..."
Wen Zhiyu twitched his ears. "What?"
"It's nothing, I was just praising you." Han Shu looked up and smiled brightly. "Let's go in. Didn't we ask when we made the appointment? Don't keep the doctor waiting."
After saying that, she pushed open the door and went in first. The cool air from the air conditioner made her feel refreshed.
Wen Zhiyu followed behind, looking puzzled. He felt as if she hadn't said anything nice, and that he had been scolded.
The receptionist greeted me, "Hello, do you have an appointment?"
“Yes, my surname is Wen.” Wen Zhiyu placed the cardboard box on the ground, opened the lid, and took three steps back to the door. “The big cat inside is getting neutered.”
The young woman smiled, squatted down, examined the items for a while, and then started working on them.
Wen Zhiyu kindly reminded him, "This cat scratches—"
Before she could finish speaking, Da Mi was held in the young lady's arms, looking completely relaxed and showing no sign of resistance.
Wen Zhiyu: ?
Is that right? Why does the cat only scratch him?
“When did Da Mi arrest anyone? You’re talking nonsense.” Han Shu glared at him. “Dami is very well-behaved, and a little timid.”
"Big Mimi, right?" the young woman said. "I'll take you to see Dr. Zhao."
This pet hospital has a very thoughtful process design, with dedicated staff providing service after you make an appointment.
After Dr. Zhao took over the case, the process of weighing the patient, drawing blood for tests, waiting for the results, and signing the pre-operative consent form was smooth and unimpeded.
Throughout the entire process, Da Mi behaved very well, not even making a sound during the blood draw. But when it was time to be carried away, she seemed to have a premonition of what was about to happen, her round eyes filled with panic, and she stretched out her two front legs, waving her white gloves, wanting Han Shu to hold her.
Dr. Zhao smiled and patted his head reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, it'll be fine in a bit."
Da Mi refused to listen and barked at Han Shu until she was hoarse.
Wen Zhiyu was annoyed by the meows and was about to walk towards the waiting room when someone grabbed his left arm.
"Big Meow, Meow! Meow!!" Han Shu struggled to lunge forward, but was blocked by Wen Zhiyu's arm.
Da Mi sensed it and shouted at Han Shu at the top of her lungs, "Meow!!"
Wen Zhiyu: ?
Han Shu looked worried and indignant, struggling to move forward again, even exaggeratedly stretching out one hand, "Mi! Come back quickly!!"
Then it was blocked again by Wen Zhiyu's arm.
Big Mimi cried, "Meow!!!"
Han Shu slapped Wen Zhiyu's arm hard, her voice trembling with tears, "Don't stop me! Let go! Where are you taking Da Mi? Da Mi!!"
"Meow!!"
Wen Zhiyu: ? ?
Is it possible that he didn't use any force at all?
Wen Zhiyu tried to pull his arm away, but couldn't. Han Shu held onto his wrist tightly, choking back a sob, "Mi! I'm so sorry!!"
"Meow--"
Dr. Zhao and Da Mi disappeared from the operating room.
Han Shu immediately let go, took a few steps back in the opposite direction, raised her hand to smooth her hair, which had become disheveled from immersing herself in acting, and instantly regained her composure and elegance.
Wen Zhiyu: ? ? ?
Is she performing some kind of face-changing trick?
Noticing the man's puzzled look, Han Shu cleared her throat. "Um, I saw a post online that said cats hold grudges and will remember the person who took them to be spayed. So..."
Wen Zhiyu understood and scoffed, "So I have to play the villain for you?"
Han Shu said innocently, "How can you be a bad person? Sterilization is a good thing. You did a good thing, so of course you're a good person."
Wen Zhiyu asked suspiciously, "...Then what role will you play?"
"I don't want to be disliked by Da Mi!" Han Shu said matter-of-factly.
"Then why should I be disliked?"
"Da Mi already dislikes you, so it doesn't matter if you dislike me a little more. I'm different; I have to maintain my image."
Wen Zhiyu: ...
That seems to make sense, but why does he feel vaguely uneasy?
The young woman who had witnessed the whole thing smiled and knocked on the door, saying, "Mom and Dad, go wait in the waiting room."
Who are Mom and Dad?
"Not Mom and Dad!"
The two were shocked and spoke in unison, then glared at each other with obvious disdain.
The young woman realized she had misspoke and gave an awkward laugh, saying, "Dr. Zhao will come over after the surgery."
After saying that, he turned and ran away, fearing that the war would spread eastward.
The two sat in the first row of the waiting room, with Han Shu on the far left and Wen Zhiyu on the far right, separated by four chairs and a dividing line.
While waiting, Han Shu held Er Mi and Xiao Mi and played with them.
Wen Zhiyu sat quietly for a while, then moved one seat to the left. Seeing that she didn't react, he moved another seat to the left. "One hundred per hour, how about it?"
Han Shu was pinching Xiaomi's little paws, and absentmindedly asked, "What?"
Wen Zhiyu repeated, "Three hours a day, one hundred per hour."
Upon hearing this, Han Shu paused, then suddenly turned around, "One hundred per hour?"
The two looked at each other, and Wen Zhiyu said, "Two hundred."
"two hundred??"
"Those three hundred?"
"three hundred!!"
"Isn't that enough?" Wen Zhiyu scratched the side of his neck. "Then you give me a price."
It took Han Shu Zhang Yuan a long time to close his mouth.
300 per hour, 900 for three hours, that's 27,000 a month?! How rich must someone be to spend 27,000 to play games with someone? That's enough for two years' rent for the apartment she's planning to rent!
In silence, she placed Er Mi and Xiao Mi back into the cardboard box, digging her fingernails into her palms to maintain her composure. The money was plentiful, but could she truly accept it without a clear conscience? The money was plentiful, but spending her days confined to the villa playing games completely contradicted the meaning of a vacation! The money was plentiful, but this proposal felt like a pact with Satan, capable of corrupting her soul!
Seeing Han Shu's expression change several times, Wen Zhiyu panicked a little. It wasn't that he was afraid of Han Shu demanding an exorbitant price; time and money were the last thing he lacked. What he feared was—
He said warily, "We're only talking about money. Just tell me directly how much is enough."
Han Shu took a deep breath and said honestly, "You've given me way too much."
Money really does work! Wen Zhiyu was secretly pleased. "So?"
"Therefore—I refuse."
"Why?!"
Han Shu clenched his fist again, using every cell in his body to resist the urge to decay, and said nonsensically, "Because you don't like me, you don't like anyone, you don't like cats, you don't like any living creature, and you don't like cold-blooded bosses either."
Wen Zhiyu's face went blank, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
After a long pause, he stood up, stood in front of Han Shu, clenched his fists, and said with an air of righteous indignation, "300 per hour. In those three hours, I'll like you, I'll like everyone, I'll like cats, and I'll like all living things. Deal?"
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