Chapter 280 - 259: Why have I never seen you cry?

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Chapter 280: 259: Why have I never seen you cry? Listening to his teasing tone, Yu Zhi lowered her head further, her fingertips clutching his coat tightly: "I’m not shy, it’s just too hot." The heating was to blame. Otherwise, her face wouldn’t have turned red. "A shower will cool you down." Shi Wei kissed her soft, rosy earlobe, his gaze falling on the skin below her neck. The half-revealed view made his Adam’s apple move restlessly. "..." Yu Zhi pressed her lips together tightly. She neither agreed nor refused. Under the man’s guidance, the atmosphere gradually became more intimate. The room’s temperature rose again, faint rustling sounds drifted from the living room all the way to the stairs, and then dissipated along with the sound of a door closing. On the coffee table, a red cake with one tiny corner cut off still rested quietly, and the two intertwined swans atop it maintained their original pose. Their closeness rendered everything around them an illusion. Enveloped in their private world, they shared their joy. Two hours later. The girl, once again carried out of the bathroom by the man, curled up powerlessly, her gaze fixed on the mess of the carpet, clutching the edge of the blanket with shame. Her eyes were tinged with a soft red hue, her slightly swollen lips glistened with a few crystal droplets—evidence of the teasing she’d endured. "Honey, want to watch some Korean dramas?" Shi Wei, looking utterly content, scooped her back into his arms, gently brushing aside the strands of hair hanging by her temples. Every night, he would watch Korean dramas with her for a while. He loved the feeling of discussing the plot with her while snuggled in bed. That sense of peace and warmth was something he’d never had in the previous twenty-plus years of his life. Yu Zhi nodded, and as he picked up the laptop and placed it on his lap, she blinked twice: "Can we watch two episodes tonight?" Last night, they’d only watched one and a half episodes before she was forced to sleep—and the story had stopped at a major cliffhanger. The suspense had been driving her crazy; she couldn’t bear that feeling again. "We can." Shi Wei pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He opened the video player, which began with the scene of the supernatural male lead foreseeing the female lead’s car accident and rushing to save her. Sad background music played faintly from the speakers, growing more poignant as the female lead met her tragic end. Watching the heartbreaking farewell between the two characters and the male lead’s despair, Shi Wei felt inexplicably choked up. Instinctively, he turned his head to see the girl rubbing her eyes. His arms instinctively tightened around her: "Zhizhi, you know all of this is fake." "I know." "Then why are you crying?" "I’m not crying." Yu Zhi raised her eyes, her expression of confusion fixed on his face. She pointed to the corner of her eye: "An eyelash fell in." Shi Wei: "..." Seems like he overthought it. Shi Wei quickly paused the video and inspected her eye. He gently blew at the spot, then used his fingertips to brush out the offending eyelash. "Is it still uncomfortable?" Yu Zhi shook her head and stretched one arm, dotted with red marks, out of the blanket, tapping the keyboard. Once again, their attention turned back to the screen. When the episode ended and the system skipped to the credits, a cascade of comments appeared on the screen. ’Oh my god, I’ve been crying my heart out.’ ’I’ve gone through an entire box of tissues. It’s too sad.’ ’Wuwuwu, this is peak romance.’ ’...’ Shi Wei skimmed through the screen packed with comments and suddenly asked her: "Zhizhi, why have I never seen you cry?" Everyone said Korean dramas were the ultimate tearjerkers, and they had already finished three entire series. Each one had its share of sentimental and moving moments. Yet the girl had never shed a single tear. From beginning to end, she’d been calm, as if none of it had stirred her emotions—or as if she simply had no sentimentality to begin with. Yu Zhi lazily rubbed her face against his chest, her legs tucked under the blanket and hooked over him: "I don’t have very developed tear glands." "Really?" Shi Wei raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Didn’t you say these are all fake? If it’s fake, then why cry?" Shi Wei hadn’t expected such a straightforward response. He lightly patted the "octopus" draped across his leg. His voice swept over her like a soft breeze—gentle, tinged with a lingering intimacy: "I really want Zhizhi to cry for me at least once." But the kind of crying laced with happiness. Or... perhaps joy. Yu Zhi looked at him with an exasperated expression, her little fists clenched tightly, her tone dripping with warning: "Are you trying to sleep in the study tonight?" Want her to cry? Clearly, he’d gone too long unchecked. "I don’t want to." Shi Wei feigned shock. He hugged the feisty little girl tightly, suppressing a teasing smile while coaxing her gently: "Honey, I won’t dare to anymore." Watching him act like a playful little puppy, Yu Zhi’s heart softened irresistibly, though her face remained stoic: "No next time." "As you command." Shi Wei shamelessly pressed his lips against her soft cheeks, smothering her with kisses. And when he was done, he didn’t forget to flatter her: "My wife is the best." Yu Zhi’s eartips flushed with a soft red hue, but she pretended to remain composed, turning her gaze away: "Stop fooling around, let’s keep watching." Though she aimed to sound firm, her clear, lilting tone carried an unintentional hint of tenderness. The strong contrast of her demeanor and voice was so endearing that Shi Wei felt his heart almost melt; he found her absolutely delightful. But to avoid being banished to the study, he held back his laughter and focused on the drama again. "Beep—" A light vibration came from the nightstand. Yu Zhi lowered her gaze and glanced at her empty wrist. A fleeting trace of panic crossed her eyes. "Zhizhi, what made that noise?" The peculiar sound quickly drew Shi Wei’s attention. He glanced to the right just as the girl started moving: "The phone." She hastily wrapped herself in her bathrobe, grabbed two items from the coffee table, and headed toward the bathroom: "I need to make a call." Shi Wei stared at the tightly closed bathroom door, the dark depths of his eyes flickering imperceptibly before they curved into a faint smile: "Little liar." Picking up a cigarette, he casually lit it, the billowing smoke momentarily obscuring his view. Then, hearing the clear sound of the girl’s voice behind the bathroom door—poorly insulated at best—the smile in Shi Wei’s eyes deepened. "Do you even know what time it is right now?" Yu Zhi’s voice was noticeably cold, as though she longed to drag the person on the other end of the line out and give them a harsh scolding. "Eleven o’clock." Rattlesnake seemed entirely oblivious, seriously checking the clock twice to confirm. Yu Zhi took a deep breath, trying her best to calm her emotions: "And the matter I asked you to handle?" It had already been more than half a month, with no updates whatsoever. Did he forget, or was his skillset beginning to decline?

Chapter 280 - 259: Why have I never seen you cry?

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