Chapter 47 Water that is too clear has no fish
Su Ruan turned her head, her gaze sweeping over his handsome face, and slowly curved her lips into a smile.
"I appreciate your kindness, Young Master Shen."
"Leave the job of wiping butts to your Filipino maid."
"You must be really feeling cooped up, right?"
Shen Yu turned his head and saw Su Ruan leaning back in her chair, her face still showing signs of fatigue.
"Su Ruan, it's been a year since I last saw you, and the changes are absolutely incredible. You've completely transformed."
"That soft, cuddly little girl in the CAFA studio used to be the best at being lazy and acting cute. She could blame me for ages if she spilled her paint palette."
"Now that you're so strong, who did you learn that from?"
He teased her on purpose: "Did that kid Yan Yunye really provoke you?"
Su Ruan rolled her eyes at him, her fatigue somewhat relieved by his familiar banter.
"Stop talking about him, it's bad luck."
"Besides, relying on mountains is unreliable, and relying on people is unreliable; it's better to rely on your own strength."
"Alright, alright, Boss Su has the strongest backbone!"
Shen Yu smiled and turned the steering wheel, the car turning into a private road with a tree-lined ramp.
"Look at you, so tense, like a fully drawn bowstring. If you don't loosen up a bit, you'll burn yourself out before Master Chen even makes his debut."
"Come on, I'll take you somewhere to vent your frustrations. It'll be more effective than coffee."
"Hong Kong Island is my territory, listen to me."
Su Ruan smiled and did not refuse him.
The car eventually stopped at a low-key but heavily guarded private club halfway up the mountain.
What is this place for?
Su Ruan glanced around at her surroundings.
"Hong Kong Island's stress-relief haven, a shooting range."
Shen Yu pushed open the door and got out of the car, tossing the car keys to the valet.
He was clearly a regular customer, and he led her to the separate target range with ease, picking out a Beretta 87 target rifle and handing it to her.
"Give it a try?"
Su Ruan put on noise-canceling headphones and took the heavy gun.
She really didn't know how; even her grip on the gun looked awkward.
Under the coach's guidance, he awkwardly gripped the gun, cocked it, and aimed.
"Bang!"
After aiming for a long time, her first shot missed the target, and the recoil made her hands go numb.
She frowned, a hint of her competitive spirit rising within her.
"Tsk, Mr. Su's accuracy is inversely proportional to his bargaining skills."
Shen Yu stood beside him, arms crossed, grinning in a way that was sure to get punched.
Su Ruan shook her head.
"I've never touched it before. I've only ever shot things out in PUBG."
Despite his teasing tone, Shen Yu still took a half-step forward and lightly touched her elbow.
"What are you afraid of? I'll teach you."
Shen Yu stood behind her, not getting too close, but simply holding her wrist to adjust her posture, his voice carrying a rare seriousness.
"Relax your shoulders, keep your wrists taut, don't fight the gun, let it be an extension of your arm."
"Breathe, yes, just like that, pull the trigger steadily, don't hesitate."
His instructions were concise and practical, reflecting the composure of someone who had been shooting for many years.
Su Ruan focused her mind and aimed again.
Bang! Bang!
Although the bullets still missed the bullseye, at least they all landed on the edge of the target paper.
"You've made progress!"
Shen Yu casually picked up a custom-made one, his movements fluid and graceful.
Several thuds rang out, and several neat holes appeared in the bullseye in the distance.
"Look, now that's what shooting is all about."
He holstered his gun with a fluid and elegant movement, tinged with a touch of arrogance.
Su Ruan's eyes lit up, and rubbing her sore wrist, she sincerely gave a thumbs up.
"Impressive, Young Master Shen! You've been keeping a low profile!"
"Your skills are really impressive."
She took out her phone and pointed it at him.
"Don't move, let's capture this shining moment for you!"
"Let Sheng Sheng see what it really means to act like a respectable person..."
"No, he's both scholarly and martial!"
Shen Yu curled his lips into a smile and casually struck a gun-holding pose, his chin slightly raised.
Su Ruan quickly pressed the shutter. The man in the lens had clear features and a somewhat arrogant air about him.
...
For dinner, we chose a long-established restaurant by Victoria Harbour, a traditional Cantonese home-style restaurant serving light and nourishing dishes.
The view outside the window is of Hong Kong at night.
Freed from the tension of the day, the atmosphere was relaxed as people chatted about old stories from the Central Academy of Fine Arts and interesting anecdotes from Hong Kong.
"I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time."
Su Ruan said with emotion as she cut her steak.
"Thanks, Shen Yu."
"Are you being polite with me?"
Shen Yu raised his cup.
"A resounding victory for Mr. Su in his first battle on Hong Kong Island."
Su Ruan smiled and clinked glasses.
After the meal, Shen Yu made a suggestion.
"Shall we take a picture together?"
In the photo, the two stand side by side with the night view of Victoria Harbour in the background.
Su Ruan smiled relaxed, her eyes brightening with a long-lost light.
Shen Yu casually placed his hand on the back of the chair behind her, laughing freely while maintaining a just-right distance.
Su Ruan flipped through today's photos.
The profile of Chen Yu focused on shooting, the exquisite dishes at dinner, and that group photo under the dim lights.
She suddenly remembered Yan Tingnan, who was far away in the mainland.
The finger paused.
What is he doing right now?
A mischievous smile crept onto Su Ruan's lips.
Water that is too clear has no fish.
If other fish swim around, it might stimulate the target fish and make it bite the hook sooner.
She was really eager to test the Buddha's composure.
Su Ruan tapped the screen and selected two photos.
One photo shows her and Shen Yu side-by-side against the backdrop of Victoria Harbour at night; the other is a special choice featuring Shen Yu's dashing profile as he holds a gun and aims.
Start editing your WeChat Moments.
[A long-lost dear friend, a reliable host, and a sharpshooter providing on-site instruction—his skills are top-notch! I'm truly impressed!]
Sent successfully.
Su Ruan put down her phone with satisfaction, picked up her juice, and took a sip.
I wonder if this post on WeChat Moments will achieve the same effect as that late-night male model.
Su Ruan was in a great mood and continued chatting with Shen Yu about interesting things at the Central Academy of Fine Arts.
...
Under the same night sky, on the other side of Hong Kong Island.
The Asia-Pacific Art Investment Summit was a lively affair, with elegantly dressed people exuding charm.
The speaker on stage delivered a passionate speech, which was met with thunderous applause from the audience.
Yan Tingnan sat in the front row, but his mind was elsewhere.
The summit was lengthy.
The phone screen lit up and dimmed repeatedly in my palm.
No new messages.
Only deathly silence.
Scroll down to refresh your WeChat Moments.
A familiar profile picture suddenly appeared as a red dot.
Yan Tingnan's eyes narrowed, and he immediately clicked on it.
In the photo, the dazzling lights of Victoria Harbour serve as the backdrop.
Su Ruan stood side by side with a strange man, her smile relaxed, vibrant and bright.
The other image shows a man's profile holding a gun, his posture practiced and his sharpness fully revealed.
That line of text was even more jarring.
Sharpshooter?
Top-notch technology?
Yan Tingnan's fingers tightened around the wine glass for a moment, causing the amber liquid inside to ripple slightly.
His face remained calm, but a strange restlessness crept up his spine.
He remembered everything Su Ruan looked like in front of him.
Cunning, probing, feigning innocence.
But I have rarely seen her smile so purely and without any burden as she does in this photo.
A few seconds later, he swiped his thumb across the edge of the screen and exited the Moments feature.
He drank the iced wine in his glass in one gulp without any expression.
Immediately afterwards, he slightly turned his head towards Jing Huai, who was talking quietly with someone next to him.
"Jinghuai".
His cold voice betrayed no emotion.
"President Yan?"
"You handle the rest, I'm going back to the hotel first."
Jing Huai made a decision in his mind.
The boss's unprecedented agreement to attend this social event clearly indicates that his mind wasn't on it.
"OK."
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