It wasn't until Zhang Huaiyi finally noticed that the two people exchanging glances were completely ignoring what he was saying.
The two of them stared at each other with wide, affectionate eyes, oblivious to everyone else, showering him with their lovey-dovey moments.
Seeing that the maids waiting behind him were also trying not to laugh, Zhang Huaiyi cleared his throat and pretended to check the time.
"Brother, I've met your wife. I won't disturb your time together any longer. Should I be leaving now?"
Interrupted by his younger brother, Zhang Youye silently looked away, regained his composure, and looked up at the sky.
"How about we stay in the guest room? I think it's going to rain soon, and it's too far to go back, it's not safe."
With a casual shrug, Zhang Huaiyi habitually pushed up the gold trim on his high, straight nose.
"Either is fine. I've been running around outside all afternoon and I'm exhausted. I can't drive right now."
Anyway, there were plenty of guest rooms in the ancestral home. Shu Yi turned and gestured for Tingli to go and tidy up the room first, and then instructed another maid.
"Xiao Lian, take Huai Yi to the guest room, and have the kitchen prepare some food to send to the guest room."
Watching Zhang Huaiyi get up and leave with the maid, Shu Yi carefully observed his retreating figure.
They are brothers of the same blood, after all.
He was as tall as Zhang Youye, and his appearance was comparable to Zhang Youye's; he had the kind of superior looks that would not waste his genes.
"Stop looking."
Just as she was enjoying the performance, a sour voice suddenly rang in her ear, and Shu Yi shifted her gaze slightly.
Seeing his jealous expression, she said with a slight twitch, "Zhang Youye, your family has such excellent genes. You're already so handsome, and I never imagined your brother would be this handsome too. He looks so good in the modern Chinese style."
The little flatterer knows how to get things done.
Seemingly enjoying her flattery, Bao Zhangyouye was secretly pleased and proudly raised his chin.
"Not to mention my dad, my second uncle has always been recognized as a handsome man in the industry, and my brother is his spitting image."
"I can tell." Shu Yi covered her mouth and nodded, then followed up by flattering him, "Your dad is handsome too, your whole family are handsome men, I'm telling you."
Pat pat pat—
The words had barely left his mouth when, unexpectedly, large raindrops began to fall from the sky. This rain truly came out of nowhere.
He quickly helped Shu Yi into the hall, and Zhang Youye took out a tissue to gently wipe the raindrops from her forehead.
“I think it’s going to rain all night, aren’t you afraid?” he asked.
"What's there to be afraid of in the rain?" Bending her neck, Shu Yi casually brushed the raindrops off her clothes. "As long as it doesn't thunder, it's fine. If it thunders, I'll—"
Boom—
It's true what they say, speak of the devil and he appears.
As if the Thunder God had given prior notice, a muffled clap of thunder, deafeningly loud, roared past their ears during a brief pause in their conversation.
Defeated by her seemingly blessed words, Zhang Youye asked with amusement, "Are you afraid of thunder?"
"It's one thing to just rain, but how can there be thunder in autumn? This weather is really strange." Shu Yi swallowed. "I'm not afraid of thunder, but when I used to work at a bar, there was a time when it was raining and thundering, and on my way home from get off work, I was scared by a ghostly shadow."
It's normal for timid girls to be afraid of thunder, but Shuyi doesn't seem like the type to be afraid of thunder.
Feeling somewhat confused by this plot development, Zhang Youye asked in surprise, "You've seen ghosts?"
Hearing his incredulous tone and recalling the information Ting Li had given her, Shu Yi smiled slyly and whispered mysteriously in his ear when no one was around.
"Yes, I swear to God, I really have seen it. Don't you really want to hear it now?"
I was intimidated by her serious expression, and with the heavy rain making it the perfect time to listen to ghost stories.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Youye, who had always wanted to go abroad to challenge real haunted houses and loved to seek out all kinds of thrills, became inexplicably excited, and even his tone became somewhat impatient.
"Tell me quickly, I really want to hear it."
Just as Tingli had provided, the Crown Prince really is that interested in ghost stories.
On second thought, Shu Yi blinked and said, "How about we talk to you? I'm afraid Grandpa will hear us when he comes over; he's sensitive about these things."
Before Zhang Youye could speak, Shu Yi casually added, "If Grandpa asks, just say you're coming over for a visit. Your brother's here too."
After hearing this, Zhang Youye shifted his gaze to the outside. After a muffled rumble of thunder, the rain intensified again.
All around were branches and leaves trembling wildly in the wind and rain.
The fish in the pond had long since sunk to the bottom to rest, and the ripples, stretching endlessly across the inky surface, spread out.
Even the normally imposing artificial mountain appears eerie and solemn in this scene.
The side door was not closed, and the delicate gauze curtain hanging on it was fluttering in the wind during the downpour.
Pale red windows, white walls and dark tiles, black plaques, white curtains in the rain, and red lanterns swaying in the wind at the top of the corridor.
The Shu family ancestral home is a traditional Chinese building, and in this setting, it feels more like a kind of Chinese horror is spreading in a desolate atmosphere.
You should know that Chinese-style horror can make fear arise from the bottom of your heart.
In this atmosphere, it would be a shame not to hear ghost stories.
He slapped his thigh and quickly pulled Shu Yi away from the Lueyue Hall. As they walked along the corridor leading to the guest rooms, Zhang Youye looked at the rain scene around him.
"Look at this atmosphere, I would believe you if you told me a female ghost would appear right now."
Glancing at the excited expression on the person beside her, Shu Yi raised her arms and calmly said, "The first time I walked into this ancestral home, I felt that it was perfect for filming horror movies. Just have the staff make it even more dilapidated."
“Actually, it’s not so bad here,” Zhang Youye said. “I’ll take you to my house later, and you’ll see a place even more suitable for filming horror movies. Every time it rains or is cloudy, the atmosphere at my house is even scarier than here.”
"Really?" Shu Yi pressed.
"Why would I lie to you?" Zhang Youye put one hand in his pocket, turned to look at her, and a bright expectation flashed in his eyes. "When are you going back to visit your husband? I can take you back anytime you want."
As they spoke, the two had already left the corridor, passed through the wind and rain, and arrived at the guest room area.
Holding up a bamboo umbrella, the two of them stood downstairs, chins slightly raised, surveying the secluded courtyard nestled in the wind and rain.
On the second floor, illuminated by a faint glow, only the room where Zhang Huaiyi lived was lit.
In their view, the brightly lit room was like a bloodthirsty beast lurking in the abyss, swallowed whole, leaving no chance to resist.
Shu Yi tightened her grip on his arm and clicked her tongue twice: "Looking at it this way, this place is even more suitable for filming horror movies."
He stretched out his arm and put it around her thin shoulders, worried that she would get wet in the wind and rain, and tilted the bamboo umbrella in his hand towards her a little.
"Hurry inside, it's raining heavily and the cold wind is blowing, be careful not to catch a cold."
Shu Yi strode towards the stairs, waiting for Zhang Youye to stop and close his umbrella. Then, a wicked idea popped into her head, and she quickly climbed the stairs to Zhang Huaiyi's room.
Just as she was about to speak and pretend to be a female ghost to scare him, Zhang Youye, who was following behind her with quick eyes and hands, stopped her.
In an instant, the world spun around.
He stumbled, his shoes soaked with rain.
She fell into his arms.
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