Chapter 5: Fu Siyu Is Just a Scoundrel

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Shiyun looked at Fu Siyu’s persistent attitude and feigned calmness as she said, “Fu Siyu, what happened last night was just a fleeting encounter. It’s over now; why hold onto it?”

Fu Siyu glanced over, his gaze fixed on her eyes with keen interest. “Miss Shiyun, you’re truly carefree.”

Shiyun bit her lip lightly.

In truth, the moment those words slipped out, she already regretted them.

Wasn’t this no different from the irresponsible behavior of the scoundrels depicted in novels?

But then again, she couldn’t possibly be responsible for him.

In her memory, Fu Siyu had always been a troublemaker.

Back in kindergarten, they had a fierce quarrel over who would play the emperor during pretend play, which sowed the seeds of their animosity.

Coincidentally, their paths overlapped closely as they grew up, seeing each other frequently in daily life.

In elementary school, he secretly swapped the silkworms she was raising with caterpillars, causing her to scream and tear up on the spot.

In middle school, he tricked her into thinking a teacher was waiting for her alone in the office; she rushed over, only to find it empty.

Returning to the classroom amidst the classmates’ laughter, she realized it was one of Fu Siyu’s pranks. Embarrassed and angry, she gritted her teeth silently.

Such tricks were endless.

Until high school, when the Fu family’s power surged dramatically, becoming the preeminent financial dynasty in the capital.

The Shi family felt outmatched, and Fu Siyu chose to study abroad, gradually reducing their contact.

Yet the aversion had already taken root in Shiyun’s heart.

Recalling this, Shiyun curled her lips.

To be fair, he was truly childish back then, always up to some nonsense.

Fu Siyu, the lord who now dominated the capital’s circles, had once been a mischievous boy who liked to torment little girls; it would be hard to believe if told.

A flicker of confidence stirred within Shiyun; she snorted, “Anyway, I don’t care. Let’s not speak of this again.”

After all, it was her first time; no one lost out.

After a long pause, Fu Siyu suddenly chuckled lightly, though his laughter didn’t reach his eyes. With a faint smile, he said, “Alright, as you wish.”

Shiyun couldn’t help but glance at Fu Siyu.

Their eyes met.

His expression darkened, his deep, cold eyes like ink, bottomless and profound.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Shiyun vaguely sensed a hint of subtle sadness emanating from him.

In an instant, the atmosphere grew somewhat awkward.

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Shiyun reached out to open the car door, turning to Fu Siyu and saying, “Thanks for earlier. I’ll treat you to dinner sometime.”

Fu Siyu lounged lazily against the car seat, his eyes lifting slightly, burning with intensity as he fixed his gaze on her. A faint curl appeared at the corner of his lips. “When exactly?”

Shiyun: “...”

She was only making polite conversation.

She pursed her lips, paused briefly, and replied, “Whenever you have time.”

“Anytime,” Fu Siyu’s smile grew more obvious.

Just as Shiyun raised her foot to get out, she caught sight of Shen Yuezhou.

Her movement halted abruptly; her fingertips whitened slightly from gripping the door, her body tensed involuntarily.

He was clad in a sharply tailored dark suit, the crisp lines outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist, exuding an air of vigor and spirit.

Shen Yuezhou had clearly noticed her too, his steps faltering slightly.

His gaze passed through her and caught sight of the man inside the car, a complex expression flickering across his face as his lips tightened involuntarily.

Fu Siyu noticed Shen Yuezhou and smirked faintly, a barely perceptible sneer tugging at his mouth.

His dark eyes calmly settled on Shiyun.

At that moment, Shiyun furrowed her brows, a complex emotion flashing through her eyes.

But quickly, she restored her usual cool demeanor, her gaze turning indifferent as she passed him without a trace of emotion.

She had genuinely liked Shen Yuezhou.

Though he had never reciprocated.

At first, Shiyun thought Shen Yuezhou was cold and indifferent to everything, but sometimes she sensed a kindness beneath, so she believed he wasn’t entirely heartless.

Until the engagement ring was cruelly thrown at her feet, the sharp sound shattering her heart along with it.

His words were even more cutting: “Shiyun, you’re a fraud. Don’t dream of clinging to the Shen family.”

In that moment, she realized his coldness was reserved only for those he disliked—and she clearly fell into that category.

Reaching the door, the chilly night breeze brushed past, and Shiyun suddenly noticed she was still wearing Fu Siyu’s jacket.

She frowned, hesitating.

If she returned the jacket now, she would have to face Shen Yuezhou again.

Thinking of this, she pursed her lips and decided not to return it.

She took off the jacket and draped it over her wrist, deciding to return it another time.

Meanwhile, Shen Yuezhou’s brows were tightly knit.

He never imagined that after the broken engagement, Shiyun would turn around and get involved with another man.

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Seeing Shiyun pass by him as though he were nothing, cold and indifferent, he felt momentarily unaccustomed, his hand by his side clenching slightly.

He saw nothing but deep aversion in her eyes, and a heavy weight pressed against his chest.

Irritated, he loosened his tie.

This was not the Shiyun he remembered.

She had never been cold to him before; her gaze had always been gentle and reserved solely for him.

Shen Yuezhou stood rooted in place, watching Shiyun walk away, his heart a tumult of emotions.

After a long while, he slowly moved toward the roadside.

He fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, trembling fingers withdrew one, which he placed between his lips. Several flicks of his lighter finally sparked a faint flame.

The flickering light danced across his stern yet somewhat forlorn face, reflecting the confusion in his deep eyes.

He took a harsh drag, the biting smoke stinging his lungs, then exhaled a ring of smoke.

Then, as if recalling something, his fingers instinctively reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

He swiped the screen and unlocked it, revealing the WeChat interface.

Their last message exchange was frozen at the night before last.

[“Yuezhou, where are you?”]

[“Can I talk to you for a bit?”]

He hadn’t replied, and she hadn’t sent another message.

His fingertips continued to scroll the screen, carrying an unacknowledged flicker of hope as he opened her Moments page—only to find a single cold line.

A trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

He silently returned to their chat history, scrolling up; nine out of ten messages were hers, with him only replying occasionally.

Irritated, he shut the phone screen with force and took another deep drag of his cigarette.

At that moment, a cloying voice rang out abruptly behind him. “Brother Yuezhou, I finally found you.”

Shen Yuezhou paused slightly, his face expressionless as he calmly flicked ash from his cigarette. His gaze casually shifted toward Ruan Tiantian, and in a flat tone, he asked, “What’s the matter?”

Ruan Tiantian, carrying a hint of grievance, hurried to his side and naturally linked her arm through his.

Shen Yuezhou made no move to pull away, though his expression remained somewhat detached.