Chapter 297: Chapter 297: Don’t You Like the Noodles I Cook for You? Chapter 297: Chapter 297: Don’t You Like the Noodles I Cook for You? The belt clasped in his hand never loosened, his breathing ragged, muscles taut, the pace frantic and rapid, like thunderous drumbeats descending.

“Ah!!” Tang Yu cried out, her slender white legs trembling weakly.

Even so, Ye Sihan did not stop.

He lifted Tang Yu and threw her onto the sofa—

“Mmm!” Tang Yu lay there, drained of strength. Before she could even catch her breath, pause for a moment, the belt came winding from behind, once more tightening around her neck, “Ah!”

“Is it not thrilling? Huh?” Ye Sihan’s thin lips met hers, biting her earlobe, ravaging it.

“Haah… Haah… Ye Sihan, what’s gotten into you…” Tang Yu felt something was off with him but couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Don’t worry, I’m really good right now, I can’t wait to eat you up,” Ye Sihan started to relentlessly bury himself in.

“Ah—” Tang Yu’s body convulsed, crying out.

But no matter how much she cried or screamed, the beast on top of her did not stop for even a second.

It was just in the study where Tang Yu was tormented to the brink of life and death.

However bad and vile the play.

Tang Yu, like a broken rag doll, was completely exhausted, her body marked all over.

In the end, she lost consciousness, her soul seemingly gone, collapsing onto the bed, motionless.

In the study, on the chairs, the sofa, the carpet, the walls, the glass mirrors, everywhere was in total disarray…

When she woke up, her mind was mushy, and it took her a long while to recall last night’s ordeal.

The room was quiet with only her alone, outside it was broad daylight, and looking at the clock, it was already past lunchtime.

Tang Yu struggled to rise from the bed, just sitting up took effort, and she leaned against the headboard, gasping for air, her body too weak to muster any strength.

Swallowing, she felt a soreness in her throat.

Touching it with her hand, the skin was also painful.

Finally managing to move into the walk-in closet, seeing herself in the mirror, especially the deep red mark around her neck, her legs went weak and she nearly fell over.

To the uninformed, it would look like she had tried to hang herself the night before!

Leaning against the wall, her heart still trembling.

Ye Sihan, this… madman!!

At noon, Yi Die went to his office to tidy up after Ye Sihan left, which was part of her job.

Then she found a belt in the trash can.

Picking it up, it was a new belt, designer brand.

Why would it be thrown into the trash can? How strange…

Yi Die was puzzled but took out her phone to take a picture.

In case Mr. Ye should ask later, she could show him the photo.

In the quiet, suffocating atmosphere of the restaurant’s private room,

Ye Sihan sat opposite Lin Shuhuan, the table set with food, some of which had been eaten already.

However, the ambiance for eating was not so pleasant.

When Lin Shuhuan received Ye Sihan’s call, she was happy to be invited for a meal together.

Now it seemed, it was not so simple.

“How was your trip to the Maldives? I haven’t seen the kids in so long, have they grown taller? You don’t know, I’ve shown pictures of the kids to my friends, and they’re green with envy,” Lin Shuhuan said with an affectionate smile on her face.

Ye Sihan moved the teacup in front of him to the side, wiped his hands with a towel, “Was the belt your idea?”

Although it was a question, he wouldn’t speak of things he wasn’t certain about.

Lin Shuhuan had guessed it was about this matter, “She wants to please you, aren’t her methods the same as her mother’s? You see it but act blind. Have you forgotten the recording from before? Why am I anxious every day? Isn’t it because I’m afraid you’d follow in your mother’s footsteps!”

“She’s not Yu Zhaohui, and I’m not Ye Xianghua,” Ye Sihan leaned back, his face cold.

Lin Shuhuan couldn’t believe his obstinance, “Sihan, you haven’t fallen for her, have you?”

Ye Sihan didn’t even think about it, “You’re overthinking it.”

How could he possibly fall in love with Tang Yu? It was merely because she was the mother of his child, and the child needed a mother now, so he kept her by his side, that’s all!

“No? Your actions seem like Tang Yu is the only one for you!” Lin Shuhuan was so upset that her mind was getting chaotic, “Qinghua said Yuli is still thinking about Tang Yu even now! Don’t you find this woman terrifying? If you haven’t fallen for her, then prove it to me, drive her away!”

Ye Sihan irritably threw the towel in his hand and stood up to leave!

“Sihan!” Lin Shuhuan called after him anxiously.

Ye Sihan walked away as if he hadn’t heard her, not looking back.

Ye Sihan didn’t get home until late into the night, entering the hall, walking over to the couch.

Looking down from above at the person sleeping on the couch.

Covered with a soft cashmere blanket, lying on her side, slightly curled up, her serene sleeping face like a little lamb that needed protection.

Ye Sihan bent down, his shadow covering her, the back of his hand gliding across her delicate skin, “How could I ever fall in love with you? You can play any role, but never the lover.”

His face was expressionless, more precisely, cold to the point of expressionlessness.

In the quiet of the night, the chill was biting.

Tang Yu, sleeping in her dreams, felt a dangerous coldness and subconsciously moved her body, shrinking into the blanket.

But the sensation grew stronger and she couldn’t help but open her eyes.

Seeing the man above her was Ye Sihan, she wrapped her arms lazily around his neck, her voice lazy, “You’re back? I was waiting for you here, and I accidentally fell asleep…”

A sweet fragrance enveloped him, penetrating his breath, her softness, her scent like poison filled with allure, making Ye Sihan’s body suddenly tense up, his facial lines tight, and his heart quivering uncontrollably.

The words of Lin Shuhuan echoed in his mind—You haven’t fallen for her, have you?

Suddenly, fiercely pushing Tang Yu away—

“Ah!” Tang Yu fell back onto the couch, regaining her senses just as Ye Sihan had already left.

Confused, Tang Yu stood up, following him, stopping in front of him, and looked at Ye Sihan’s cold face with concern, “What’s wrong?”

“Who let you sleep on the couch?” Ye Sihan’s gaze was cold and severe.

Tang Yu thought he was being considerate of her and said, “I’m not cold, and I wanted to wait for you.”

It was still about the matter of the gift, she always felt like Ye Sihan didn’t like the gift she gave him.

Why was that?

Could it be he didn’t want to be reminded of something he once had?

Thinking of this possibility, Tang Yu felt she might have done something wrong and wanted to make amends. That’s why she had been sitting on the couch waiting for him, only she hadn’t expected it to be so late, and she was still not recovered from last night’s tiredness, so she accidentally fell asleep…

Without a word, Ye Sihan coldly sidestepped her body, heading upstairs.

Watching his tall figure ascend the stairs, Tang Yu felt uneasy; he was aloof and indifferent.

She followed uneasily, “Are you hungry? Shall I cook noodles for you? Don’t you like the noodles I make for you?”

“No need,” Ye Sihan refused.

After entering the master bedroom, Ye Sihan took off his coat, casually throwing it on the couch, loosened his collar, and unbuttoned a button.

“You must be very tired today, right? Then you should go take a bath and sleep early,” Tang Yu, standing behind him, said.

“How many days have you been here?” Ye Sihan asked while he took off his watch.

Tang Yu answered nervously, “Almost… a week.”

“How long do you plan to stay?”

Tang Yu caught the implication in Ye Sihan’s words, and her cautiously hopeful face instantly stiffened.

Putting the watch on the bedside table, Ye Sihan turned and headed for the bathroom. Before entering, he said, “Have the driver take you tomorrow.”