Chapter 89: He Tingting

She and Shen Yu were startled by the shouts and looked towards the pool at the same time.

The water was churning, and two panicked women stood by the pool.

Did He Tingzhou fall into the water?

Shuangxu immediately stood up from her chair, holding her skirt and running to the edge of the pool. The two women stood there helplessly.

He Tingzhou hadn’t surfaced yet. Couldn’t he swim?

“Tingzhou?” Shuangxu called out, but only the sound of splashing water answered her.

This pool was where she used to practice swimming. It was 1.8 meters deep, enough to drown someone who couldn’t swim.

Shuangxu didn’t think twice. She quickly kicked off her high heels and jumped into the water.

She swam towards He Tingzhou and grabbed his arm underwater. She went behind him, put her arms under his armpits, hugged his body, and half-dragged, half-carried him to the surface.

This guy was really, really, really heavy. She struggled to drag him to the shore. People had already heard the commotion and rushed over, standing on the shore in shock, looking dumbfounded.

Yue Zifeng reacted and helped pull He Tingzhou up.

Shuangxu climbed up afterward. She was soaked through, her satin dress clinging to her body, revealing her curves.

He Tingzhou, who had just stood up straight, leaned weakly on her. Shuangxu quickly used all her strength to support him.

He Tingzhou put his arm on her shoulder. He was tall and imposing, nearly covering her entirely.

Yue Zifeng stepped forward to help support him: “What’s wrong with you? Were you drunk? How can someone as big as you fall into the pool?”

Before he even touched He Tingzhou’s arm, he was tripped by He Tingzhou’s unsteady feet.

He immediately clutched his foot and howled in pain, hopping around on one leg.

Shuangxu’s face was covered in water. The sparkling water droplets made her skin appear translucent and flawless, and her eyelashes were also wet, thick and long, fluttering like a fan.

“Are you okay?”

He Tingzhou seemed to have choked on water and coughed violently.

“I’ll help you inside.”

Shuangxu helped him towards the house. Shen Yu walked over, handed Shuangxu his discarded blazer, and took He Tingzhou from her.

“Let me.”

He Tingzhou glanced at him but didn’t say anything.

Shuangxu put on the blazer.

Shen Yu said, “Go upstairs and take a hot shower. Be careful not to catch a cold.”

Shuangxu nodded, took another look at He Tingzhou, and went upstairs first.

Shen Yu supported He Tingzhou. He didn’t struggle as much as Shuangxu did. As they went up the stairs, he seemed to recover and let go of Shen Yu’s arm.

Shen Yu took him to the guest room and got him a set of his own clothes to change into.

“Thanks.” He Tingzhou said.

“Don’t be so polite with me.” Shen Yu said, “I remember you’re a good swimmer.”

“I cramped up.” He Tingzhou wiped the water from his hair with a towel, his expression calm. “Your sister is quite grateful.”

Shen Yu smiled.

The person was taken away, and the onlookers standing by the pool seemed to have finally come to their senses, looking at each other in surprise.

“I didn’t expect that Zhou Ye wouldn’t know how to swim.”

“It turns out everyone has weaknesses.”

“Weakness my ass!” Yue Zifeng sat on the ground rubbing his toes, grimacing in pain. “He’s such a good swimmer, he could jump into the Yangtze River and swim back and forth.”

Shuangxu returned to her room, took off her soaked dress, and took a shower. She heard her phone ringing, and when she came out, she realized it was He Tingzhou.

Didn’t he go to the guest room to change clothes? Why was he calling her?

She answered the call, and it quickly connected. Before she could speak, a command came from the other side: “Get me a towel.”

Shuangxu changed her clothes, didn’t even have time to dry her hair, and took a towel to knock on the guest room door.

When He Tingzhou opened the door, he was still wearing wet clothes. His wet black hair was pulled back, and his already prominent features appeared even more striking.

He glanced at her hand: “Whose is this?”

Shuangxu thought his noble cleanliness had flared up again and emphasized, “It’s specially prepared for guests, new, never used.”

“No.” He Tingzhou lifted his eyelids slightly, “Too rough, my skin is sensitive.”

A 1.88-meter-tall man saying his skin is sensitive felt like a contradiction.

“This is all we have, you make do.”

“Yours?” He Tingzhou asked.

Her towels were definitely softer than these. It goes to show that the Crown Prince is pampered, even his towels are the softest.

“Just use this one, it’s not convenient to use mine.”

He Tingzhou leaned against the door frame, his cold black eyes looking at her faintly: “What’s inconvenient? I used yours yesterday.”

“…”

Shuangxu resignedly turned to get one, muttering as she walked, “Why is he called He Tingzhou, why not He Tingting.”

“What did you say?” He Tingzhou’s voice chased after her.

Shuangxu: “Nothing.”

She took a spare towel from her room. On her way to the guest room, Shuangxu looked left and right, afraid that someone in the house would suddenly appear and catch her red-handed.

As soon as the door opened, she acted like an underground party member, stuffing the towel into He Tingzhou’s hand and leaving.

He Tingzhou grabbed her wrist: “Come in and keep me company.”

Shuangxu turned back and glared at him, lowering her voice: “Are you crazy? Someone will see us.”

He Tingzhou calmly held her: “You’ll be seen if you stand here.”

Shuangxu tried to pull her hand away, but his hand was like handcuffs, she couldn’t break free.

“Stop messing around, okay?” Shuangxu’s eyes showed a hint of helplessness, “This is my house, if my brother sees us, we’re finished.”

He Tingzhou looked at her for a while, released his fingers that were holding her, and closed the door.

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Fu Yun heard that He Tingzhou had fallen into the water and personally cooked a pot of snowflake pear ginger tea.

Shuangxu, wearing heat-resistant gloves, carried the cooked hot ginger tea out of the kitchen and saw a silhouette on the spiral staircase.

Familiar white shirt and gray trousers, she called out, “Brother, would you like some ginger tea?”

The figure continued to walk down, the lazy, leisurely pace, she realized something was wrong.

He Tingzhou stepped down the stairs, his gaze gliding past her, cold and distant.