"So worried about him?"

Ling Haichen looked at Yu Shiyuan with dark eyes, waiting for her response.

"Of course I worry about him. For so many years, it’s been Feng Yi who has supported me through college, sent me living allowances, helped me find work and a place to stay. Without him, I might not be the person I am today."

Ling Haichen suddenly let out a cold laugh, more like a self-mockery: "So you really love Feng Yi? Are you now pleading with me for his sake?"

Yu Shiyuan lifted her head to meet Ling Haichen’s eyes: "If I plead with you, will you give up dealing with Feng Yi?"

......

In the morning, when Yu Shiyuan opened her eyes, Ling Haichen was already gone from the room. Thankfully he left, otherwise Yu Shiyuan wouldn’t know how to face him.

The uncontrollable flash of last night’s events passed through her mind. Yu Shiyuan took a long breath, got up from the bed, and went to the bathroom.

After washing up and changing her clothes, Yu Shiyuan went downstairs for breakfast.

She was kept like a prisoner in this villa every day, with nothing to do but eat and sleep, no one to talk to or chat with her. She seemed to have become accustomed to this life, being raised like a pet in a golden cage.

In the dining room downstairs, Ling Haichen was already eating, along with Qiao Hui Ping and Little Fentuan (Yu Shiyuan and Ling Haichen’s son).

Yu Shiyuan stood in the stairwell, her hand gripping the handrail tightened involuntarily.

Ling Haichen turned around when he heard footsteps, and their eyes met briefly in mid-air before Yu Shiyuan quickly lowered her head.

Last night was not the first time they had been together, but previously Yu Shiyuan had no clue that the man was Ling Haichen, so she had simply treated the whole thing as a transaction.

But now... she could no longer face Ling Haichen calmly, nor could she treat it as a mere transaction.

"Come over and eat," Ling Haichen said, looking at Yu Shiyuan.

Qiao Hui Ping also chimed in with a smile: "Shiyuan, come over, and after breakfast let Little Fentuan keep you company."

Yu Shiyuan forced a smile and walked to the table to sit down: "Auntie, thank you for bringing my son over."

"Haichen said, from now on, Little Fentuan and I will live here with you. How wonderful it will be for our family to be lively together."

Under the table, Yu Shiyuan’s hand tightly clutched her skirt, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Ling Haichen leaned over to offer her a tissue, his face calm, but every word he spoke seemed to be wrapped in ice shards: "Regretting it? Or are you heartbroken thinking about never being able to be with Feng Yi again?"

Yu Shiyuan didn’t accept the tissue he offered nor did she look up at him; she coldly replied: "You’re overthinking."

Though Qiao Hui Ping didn’t quite understand what they were talking about, she could pick up on the general idea.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by lotustale.com