CHAPTER 189: CHAPTER 172: DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHAME IS?

Shen Yiran hugged Liang Zixuan and returned to the room, not so gently throwing her onto the bed, his gaze cold and devoid of any emotion.

"I don’t care what your motive is. This is the first and last time I will save you. You probably know my brother’s temper well; he will really kill. I won’t pursue this matter or want to know about it. I hope there won’t be a next time." Shen Yiran said, closing the door and leaving.

Liang Zixuan lay on the bed for a long time before she could catch her breath.

At the riverside, Gu Moming walked for a while, and when he thought it was about time, he called Gu Qimiao down to have dinner together.

Gu Qimiao didn’t refuse. She changed into a long-sleeved dress that reached her ankles, so Gu Moming wouldn’t see the injuries on her hands and feet. Otherwise, he would pester her with questions for a long time.

They found a random restaurant downstairs. Gu Moming raised his hand and touched her forehead, "Feeling better?"

Gu Qimiao dodged his head, pouting and saying, "It’s not like I had a fever."

"Had fun today?"

Gu Qimiao nodded guiltily. Fun, my foot. She almost lost her life. She couldn’t understand why Liang Zixuan wanted to kill her. Were those two men in the afternoon sent by her as well?

Could it be... she likes Shen Yanchen? But isn’t she Shen Erge’s fiancée?

...

In the hotel room, after taking a bath, Shen Yiran said, "I’ll go see if Little Uncle is asleep."

Xiaoxiao was curled up on the sofa, lazily saying, "Bring me back something tasty."

"Little Uncle’s room won’t have anything tasty."

Shen Yiran, wearing slippers, went straight to Su Yan’s room. When he pushed open the door, the lights in the room were on, but no one was there.

"Little Uncle?" he called twice before finding him on the balcony smoking.

When he saw her approaching, he immediately extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

"Why are you not sleeping and coming here?"

"I’m afraid you can’t sleep alone. Why are you smoking again?"

Su Yan dodged the topic and asked her, "Not calling your boyfriend?"

"Him... actually, I don’t know what to talk to him about. We’re not in the same field, I don’t understand his work, and I don’t know his daily interests. When we call, it’s just about eating and sleeping..."

"Do you still think he’s good?"

Shen Yiran thought for two seconds before saying, "Actually, he’s a good person. It should get better with more time spent together."

"Hmm, then you go and communicate. I need to take a bath."

Shen Yiran followed him for two steps, "I’ll wait until you’re done, then I’ll talk."

Su Yan coldly refused, "No need, I will sleep after the bath."

"So early?"

With his back to her, he picked up his clothes and walked towards the bathroom, responding with an "Hmm."

Shen Yiran pouted and turned around, "Alright then, I’ll go to sleep too."

When he entered the bathroom, she returned to her own room.

Actually, she didn’t know if she should get a boyfriend. The age had come, but it always felt like she lost a lot when she gained something.

Since she agreed to that man’s pursuit, Little Uncle seemed cold and distant to her. Although he still cared about her daily life as usual, his tone was obviously not as patient as before.

He always ended the conversation after just a few words, making excuses. Before, although he didn’t talk much, he would always listen quietly. Now, it seemed as if he found her annoying, always hurrying her away.

Is he in a hurry to find the girl he likes? Has her lingering presence become a burden to him?

Wrapped in a blanket lying on the bed, she looked out the window, thinking randomly.

Xiaoxiao and Dudu’s moods weren’t high either. After a bath, Dudu went to his room. Xiaoxiao and Jiajia watched TV, but their minds were not on the show. They kept wondering, why hasn’t Gigi and Mo Ming come back from dinner?

Why is he so good to Gigi? If he treated her half as nice, she would be content.

Dudu tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep due to his frustration. He lifted the blanket and walked to the balcony, where the sea was just outside the window.

Leaning sullenly on the railing, his mind was filled with the image of Su Bao holding Liang Zixuan as they left.

In his memory, he had never held her like that. More often, he would push her away, annoyed.

When they were young, he would let her mess around. Now, is he annoyed by her?

But aside from bothering him, she couldn’t find any other way to get his attention. If she didn’t move forward, there would be no chance of contact between them.

The cool night sea breeze blew, and on the beach downstairs, couples were walking around, hugging and holding each other.

Suddenly, her gaze caught a figure. The white shirt stood out brightly in the dark night. She could tell from afar that the side profile was him.

She immediately ran back inside, quickly put on a dress, and hurriedly went out the door.

"Dudu, where are you going?" Xiaoxiao asked, worried.

"I’ll be back soon!"

Dudu had just opened the door when Miaomiao returned, with Gu Moming following behind her. Xiaoxiao immediately sat up straight on the sofa, although he didn’t even glance in her direction.

He reminded Gu Qimiao to go to bed early, his expression fierce, as he messed up her hair. Xiaoxiao was particularly envious of such an action.

After Gu Moming finished reminding her, he left. Dudu and Gu Qimiao greeted each other briefly before heading out the door. Gu Qimiao closed the door and walked towards Xiaoxiao and Jiajia, shaking the bag in her hand: "Look what I bought."

Seeing the bag full of snacks, Xiaoxiao and Jiajia’s eyes lit up: "You should have snacks when watching TV!"

Laughing and talking, the three women snuggled on the sofa to watch soap operas, sharing snacks.

Downstairs, Dudu ran quickly in the direction she had just seen, her sandals filled with sand, which she didn’t bother shaking out. Her gaze remained fixed on the figure standing by the sea.

As she got closer, her steps slowed down. She walked lightly to him and, without a word, tightly embraced his waist from behind, pressing her face against his back to feel his warmth.

Shen Yiran paused his smoking gesture, instinctively raising the cigarette slightly to avoid burning her.

He didn’t turn around. There was only one person who would cling to him so shamelessly, always.

With one hand holding the cigarette, he moved it to a height where she wouldn’t touch it, and with the other tried to pry her hands off.

Before he could loosen her grip, she tightened her hold further, her slender arms tense.

"Let go," he said in a calm voice.

Instead, she tightened her grip and murmured from behind, "I won’t."

"Won’t you listen to anything I say?"

"I’ll only listen if you say you love me; otherwise, I won’t listen to anything," she said stubbornly.

Shen Yiran brought the cigarette to his lips, took a puff, and exhaled the smoke, which dispersed in the sea breeze.

The little woman behind him shifted slightly, slowly moving to face him, looking up: "Su Bao, Liang Zixuan is a bad woman. You shouldn’t be with her."

"I know what kind of woman she is."

Dudu lowered her gaze: "You like women like her?"

Before Shen Yiran could respond, she continued: "Then I’ll learn to be like her!"

He frowned, extinguished the cigarette, and forcefully pried her hands away, lightly pushing her back. His heart was fond of her, but his words lied: "No matter how you change, I won’t like you. The more annoying you are, the more disgusted I feel."

Her eyes reddened immediately, but she stubbornly looked at him: "...But I like you." Her tone was full of grievance and pity.

"That’s your problem."

"Even if I become your mistress, is that not enough? As long as you spend a little time with me, I’ll be obedient."

"Su Yutong, how have you turned into this?" Shen Yiran appeared disappointed but was pained by her words.

She must like him so much to say such shameless words.

She urgently asked: "Then what kind do you like? Just tell me, and I’ll change accordingly."

"Do you even know what shame is?"

She boldly admitted: "I know you want to call me shameless. I am shameless!"

With no reasoning left to discuss, Shen Yiran gently pushed her away and turned to leave.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her fall into the sand. He hadn’t used much force, controlled so she wouldn’t get hurt, but she didn’t expect him to do that, falling unprepared.

Dudu climbed out of the sand, patted her bottom, and looked at his resolute departing figure, feeling incredibly wronged.

Standing still, her eyes reddened but she didn’t chase after him.

After a long while, she wiped her tears and slowly returned to the hotel.

She wasn’t shameless. She had dignity, but for him, she could give up everything.

The night was long, accompanied by the gentle sound of the sea, each entering their dreams.

The next day, as the sky just began to lighten, Jiajia felt a bit sick in her stomach and woke up. She thought about washing up and going downstairs for some fresh air, coincidentally bumping into He Ye who was sent to retrieve some documents.

He Ye instinctively avoided eye contact, while Jiajia didn’t pay him much attention and walked ahead into the elevator.

He Ye thought he might as well wait for the next elevator, but she asked: "Not getting in?"

Considering it would look worse to avoid taking it now, he walked in with a serious face.

This girl didn’t seem to recognize him.

Jiajia pressed the elevator buttons and glanced at him. Initially, as if confirming whether this man was part of their travel group, she then found him familiar, frowned, and boldly tilted her head to look at him.

He Ye felt panicked inside but maintained a calm expression, lowering his gaze to meet hers as if questioning what she wanted.

That morning, shocked by the incident, she had fled in haste without seeing the man again, her memory of him blurred. She inquired, puzzled: "Have we met before?"

He Ye swallowed, seriously replying: "Miss, this is the first time I’ve seen you."

Jiajia straightened up, suspicious but unable to resist a few more glances.

Last night she saw him as the subordinate of President Shen. Seeing him dressed formally, she thought he couldn’t be that [creep].