Chapter 47: Feeding Him Full

Wen Shuyu had never said she liked him. In that moment, Jiang Huaiyu lost all his confidence — the courage to stand his ground against Lu Yunheng crumbled in an instant.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, the silence in the private room so absolute that even a pin drop could be heard. The air felt frozen, as if it had solidified.

The two men left in the room held their breath, waiting intently for Wen Shuyu’s answer.

Lu Yunheng fixed his gaze on her, afraid to miss even the slightest shift in her expression.

Jiang Huaiyu lowered his head, deliberately avoiding her eyes, fiddling with the phone in his hand. The glass had cut his finger, and thin beads of blood quietly welled up.

When someone is extremely tense, their sense of time becomes distorted — long and short at once.
Wen Shuyu clenched her fists, then slowly turned to meet Lu Yunheng’s eyes, and spoke softly:

“I like him.”

She reached out and took Jiang Huaiyu’s other hand, holding it firmly in her palm. The corners of her lips curved into a gentle smile, and she repeated her words, even more certain this time:

“I like Jiang Huaiyu. I’ve always liked him.”

Her voice, usually so cool and calm, now carried a hint of girlish shyness.

Always? Jiang Huaiyu lifted his head, staring intently at Wen Shuyu, trying to read the truth behind her words from her expression.

He couldn’t tell if it was true or not.

He wanted to believe it — but didn’t dare to.

After Wen Shuyu finished speaking, she didn’t spare Lu Yunheng another glance. She lowered her eyes and rummaged through her bag, then caught hold of Jiang Huaiyu’s fingers as he tried to pull his hand away.

“Don’t move. Be good.”

She puffed out her cheeks and gently blew on the wound, asking softly,
“Does it hurt?”

The cut wasn’t even half a centimeter long, and in less than a minute, it would start to heal. It only stung like a pinprick — barely enough to feel real pain. But Jiang Huaiyu frowned slightly and replied:
“It hurts.”

Hearing that, Lu Yunheng let out a soft snort, too proud to tear down the last bit of Jiang Huaiyu’s image in Wen Shuyu’s heart. He silently muttered in his head:
“Acting.”

Wen Shuyu, fully focused on tending to Jiang Huaiyu, didn’t hear Lu Yunheng’s sarcastic scoff.
“Good thing the glass shards didn’t get in,” she said.

She grabbed a tissue from her bag, dabbed it with water, and carefully cleaned the wound. Worried there might still be tiny glass splinters, she peeled open a band-aid and gently pressed it over the cut.

Jiang Huaiyu lifted his head and glanced at Lu Yunheng, the corner of his lips curling into a faint, mocking smile — sharp enough to pierce straight through Lu Yunheng’s chest.

The sight of the two being so sweet and affectionate was more than Lu Yunheng could stomach. He didn’t even want to spare it a single glance, silently pulling out another chair and sitting down alone to sober up.

He had no one to blame but himself — for acting on impulse and losing the girl who once had eyes only for him.

Wen Shuyu’s whole attention was on Jiang Huaiyu’s tiny wound, so she didn’t notice the dull, silent exchange between the two men at all.

“Good thing I had a band-aid in my bag. There — all done. So cute.”

A grown man wearing a Hello Kitty band-aid — no matter how you looked at it, the sight felt completely out of place.

But still, it was undeniably cute.

Worried that the server might accidentally get cut by the glass, Wen Shuyu carefully cleaned up the shattered pieces on the table.

She even wrote a note to remind the staff.

Then she took Jiang Huaiyu’s hand and said,
“Alright, let’s go. The food here isn’t even good. Let’s go grab some street snacks by the school gate.”

What she really wanted was to eat something Jiang Huaiyu cooked himself — but he was injured, after all.

Jiang Huaiyu straightened up and replied,
“Sure, whatever my wife says.”

The moment they opened the door, they were met with a group of classmates lurking sneakily outside.

Plenty of people had stuck around, eager to watch the drama unfold. Some scattered around the corners, while Fu Qingzi and Shen Ruoying had been crouching right by the door, eavesdropping.

Hearing the calm and quiet from inside, without any sign of a fight, they patted their chests in relief.
“Thank goodness — at least it didn’t turn into a brawl.”

Wen Shuyu went to the front desk to speak with the server again, explaining the situation and asking for compensation for the broken wine glass. She reminded them to be careful while cleaning up.

Inside the private room, only Lu Yunheng remained. He hadn’t really gotten drunk; he had just seized the opportunity to ask the question.

What he heard, however, was an answer that broke his heart.

In the end, he had overestimated his relationship with Wen Shuyu.

The classmates began to leave. Some took taxis, while others went to the parking lot to find their cars.

A few acquaintances walked together, gossiping as they went.

“Are they for real?”

“Who knows? After all these years with no feelings, how could it just suddenly appear out of nowhere?”

“He loves her, she loves him — what a spectacle.”

Wen Shuyu and Jiang Huaiyu, who had reached the car first, didn’t rush to get inside. Both had drunk, and only then did they remember they needed to call for a driver.

Standing outside the car, waiting for the designated driver to arrive.

In the dimly lit underground parking lot, in front of a black sedan, Jiang Huaiyu leaned against the car door, wrapping both arms around Wen Shuyu. His head rested on her shoulder, and he murmured,
“Yuyu, don’t tease me. I’ll take it seriously.”

It had been ten minutes since they left the building and arrived at the parking lot, but he still felt like he was in a dream.

“I’m not teasing you. I’m serious,” Wen Shuyu looked around, seeing no one approaching. She smiled, pressing her lips together, then stood on tiptoe to reach Jiang Huaiyu’s lips and kissed him.

She demonstrated her words with action.

Once their lips met, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she gently tried to part his lips with her own.

Jiang Huaiyu froze for a moment, then shifted from being passive to active. His hands moved to Wen Shuyu’s soft waist as he bent down to match her height.

He didn’t want her to strain herself standing on tiptoe.

The faint scent of grapes from his lips filled her senses, and he gently coaxed her tongue, their tongues meeting in a spark of electric-like connection. Their intertwined breaths echoed in her ears.

His kiss was dominant, but his hands were gentle.

Their breaths were completely stolen, and in their world, there was only each other.

They didn’t notice the person who had exited the elevator hall across from them.

A woman, with a delicate and curvaceous figure, was tightly held in the arms of the man they had thought to be calm and rational, sharing a passionate kiss.

All the rumors about their marriage and relationship being in trouble were instantly disproven.

Fu Qingzi widened her mouth in surprise, “Is it really that intense?”

Shen Ruoying wasn’t shocked, “Did you forget about the ice cream?”

After the reminder, Fu Qingzi recalled it.

Just then, someone’s phone rang, and Wen Shuyu pushed Jiang Huaiyu’s chest.

She felt too embarrassed to look up—her lipstick was probably smeared.

Jiang Huaiyu lifted his gaze and glanced at the people across from them. The others quickly scattered, leaving only Lu Yunheng standing still.

Seeing Jiang Huaiyu’s smug smile, Lu Yunheng’s palm landed on Wen Shuyu’s neck in a forceful tap.

His face darkened as he walked away.

Only then did Jiang Huaiyu turn Wen Shuyu’s face back to him, smiling as he said, “Now that they’ve all left, weren’t you hungry? Let’s go eat.”

Wen Shuyu struggled to open her eyes, “But I’m tired… can you make something for me to eat?”

“Alright, I’ll feed you.” His shirt collar was wrinkled where she had grabbed it, and this “feeding” couldn’t help but lead to some thoughts.

After spending so much time together, their minds were in sync. Jiang Huaiyu tilted his head and said, “Top to bottom.”

Wen Shuyu’s face suddenly turned red. “Jiang Huaiyu, you weren’t like this before.”

He had completely fooled her with his earlier proper image.

“Yuyu’s shy.”

Unable to resist his teasing, Wen Shuyu didn’t want to reply, not willing to admit defeat. “Mr. Jiang, your ears are red too.”

The car sped past Lu Yunheng, and he looked at the license plate, YX325.

The initials of Fish & Sequence, combined with their birthdays.

Such an elaborate effort.

Lu Yunheng wanted to forget, but the scene he had just witnessed kept forcing its way into his mind.

He remembered a time in college when he and Wen Shuyu went out together. Wen Shuyu had drunk too much and wanted to kiss him, but he instinctively dodged.

At that time, his feelings were of fear—fear of being with Wen Shuyu.

Even though he liked her too, there were more important things in his life, and those things took precedence over Wen Shuyu.

He thought that when he came back, they could start over, but he never expected that Wen Shuyu had already married.

Their relationship seemed really good; they even wore couple outfits.

The couple shirt Wen Shuyu gave him, he had put away without wearing it even once.

Now, another man had replaced him in doing that.

Jiang Huaiyu opened the door to his home, not turning on the lights. He wanted to use the darkness to ask again.

The night sky was clear, and the moonlight covered the ground with silver radiance, like a dreamlike silver waterfall pouring over the floor tiles.

The temperature of the late summer night was just right, a little chilly but not too cold, a little warm but not too hot.

Jiang Huaiyu grasped Wen Shuyu’s shoulder and asked uncertainly, “Yuyu, is what you said about liking me true?”

It was the first time Wen Shuyu noticed his vulnerability. In their relationship, he seemed to be the one taking the initiative, but in reality, he was always at a disadvantage.

At that moment, Wen Shuyu certainly didn’t understand why he kept asking the same question again and again.

Wen Shuyu gently touched his face, the stubble slightly pricking her fingers. “It’s true. If I didn’t like you, would I kiss you? Would I make love to you?”

The man said nothing. Wen Shuyu took a deep breath, lifted her gaze to meet his deep eyes, and smiled softly.

“Jiang Huaiyu, I like you, just like you like me.”

The man in front of her still didn’t speak. In the vast night, Wen Shuyu couldn’t make out his expression, and she thought he didn’t believe her, so she said it again.

“Jiang Huaiyu, I really like you…”

Before the word “you” could leave her lips, Jiang Huaiyu silenced her with a kiss, brushing his lips over hers.

He was venting the excitement in his heart.

Jiang Huaiyu lifted Wen Shuyu by the waist and walked straight toward the bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

“Feeding you.”

His heart continued to throb. What he had hoped for all these years had been sentenced to death, only for it to take a dramatic turn.

Wen Shuyu told him that she liked him.

The constant temperature showerhead sprayed warm water at 37°C, the atmosphere mixed with the water, uncontrollably fermenting and swelling.

Forty minutes later, Wen Shuyu finally came out of the bathroom.

Jiang Huaiyu seemed as though he couldn’t get enough, lingering and kissing her. After drying his hair, he picked her up horizontally and placed her on the bed, occasionally leaning down to kiss her again.

“Wait for me here, I’ll go make you some food.”

It was clear that they had both exerted themselves physically, and even though he had worked harder, he still had the energy to cook.

Wen Shuyu lay on the bed and began to order, “Okay, I want meat.”

He found her a set of pajamas, and Wen Shuyu walked to the closet, noticing the black shirt hanging on the floor rack.

She imagined how Jiang Huaiyu would look in it—elegant and refined, with a hint of decadence.

“Fishy, dinner…” It was Jiang Huaiyu’s turn to be hoarse, his gaze vacant.

Wen Shuyu, wearing his black shirt with the first three buttons undone, revealed her prominent collarbones.

Standing under the incandescent light, the clash of black and white became increasingly glaring.

Wen Shuyu pulled out a chair and sat down, resting her chin in her hand as she looked at him, her clear eyes swirling in front of his. “Husband, feed me.”

Jiang Huaiyu suddenly felt a tightness in his abdomen and drank a large gulp of water from the table. “Okay.”

He fed her one bite at a time, as if caring for a daughter.

“I’m full, I’m going to sleep,” Wen Shuyu said, pushing her chair back to go to bed. She preferred to eat just enough at dinner, about seventy percent full.

Jiang Huaiyu grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. “Wife, I’m not full yet.”

With a single touch, Jiang Huaiyu adjusted the lighting from bright to dim. “You did this on purpose, choosing to wear this color.”

Black was the most seductive color, no question about it.

Wen Shuyu looked innocent. “You hung it there, I thought it would make a nice loose and comfy sleepwear.”

She had indeed had the idea to tempt him a little, curious about his reaction—and sure enough, it worked.

“I didn’t know that Mr. Jiang had such poor self-control.”

Jiang Huaiyu gently tapped her nose and laughed. “It’s my turn to eat now. I’m going to eat ‘fish.'”

The 2-meter-long dining table had only two dishes tonight, taking up a small corner, while the other side was empty.

Jiang Huaiyu grabbed a blanket from the sofa and laid it on the wooden table, then caught the “fish” trying to escape.

“You’ve entered the fishnet, there’s no way out.”

Wen Shuyu was placed on the table by Jiang Huaiyu. She had planned everything so carefully, but she never imagined that the dining table she had carefully chosen would one day have her lying on it, becoming part of a “feast.”

Right now, her mind had only one thought: Is this table sturdy?

“The table won’t collapse, will it?”

Jiang Huaiyu unbuttoned her shirt. “If it collapses, we’ll buy a new one.”

Beneath her was a soft woolen blanket, and in front of her was a blazing fire.

“Where should we start eating? From the left or the right? Fishy, how about you choose?”

Wen Shuyu casually said, “The right.”

Given his character, it should have been the left, but unexpectedly, she was caught off guard and ate from the right.

“You’re being so obedient?”

Jiang Huaiyu chuckled softly. “Yes, a man who listens to his wife has a future.”

“What’s next? The top or the bottom?”

Wen Shuyu’s heart raced violently. “The top.”

Today, he was listening to her.

“Okay, I’ll listen to Fishy.” Jiang Huaiyu did the opposite and went to the bottom.

Wen Shuyu kicked him. “You’re cheating.”

“Honey, I’m not. This is also the top.” After all, she was still placed on top of the table.

The long “midnight snack” finally ended. The truth was, the table was very sturdy and didn’t collapse, while she had been thoroughly consumed.

The shirt was still on her, but it was so crumpled, loose, and wrinkled, no longer having its original crispness.

“Fishy, the weekend night life officially begins.”

By the floor-to-ceiling window, the bay window in the master bedroom, and the study—each place was unlocked and checked off.

Her set rules were completely ineffective by the first week. She hadn’t gone out this weekend, and Sunday was spent resting at home.

“I should’ve never confessed.”

The cost of confessing had left her waist unable to bear it.

Jiang Huaiyu massaged her waist. “Fishy, I’m really happy, especially happy that you like me.”

The girl he liked at 15 told him she liked him at 26.

Wen Shuyu would never know how intensely his heart fluttered.

During the usual traffic jam of Monday morning rush hour, Jiang Huaiyu drove her, after spending the weekend clinging to her and asking for her attention multiple times.

Wen Shuyu had plans to meet with Lin Yuhua and warned Jiang Huaiyu in advance, “I might meet with someone who is possibly Lu Yunheng’s mother.”

Jiang Huaiyu gently patted her head. “I’ll say it again, your work, I will always support and respect it. As for Lu Yunheng, he’s not a threat right now.”

With Wen Shuyu’s confession, he now felt confident.

Wen Shuyu embraced his head and kissed his cheek. “This is the Jiang Huaiyu I know. Bye-bye.”

He was really easy to please—Wen Shuyu only needed to give him a sweet treat.

Meng Man had seen Lu Yunheng before, and despite not having seen him in years, she recognized him immediately and gave Wen Shuyu a heads-up.

Lu Yunheng and Lin Yuhua were waiting in the meeting room. As soon as he saw Wen Shuyu, he immediately explained, “I’m the one who introduced my mom.”

In other words, what a coincidence.

“Oh, okay.”

Wen Shuyu casually pushed her hair back, revealing the red mark on her neck, making sure Jiang Huaiyu noticed it—inevitably, there could be a slip-up.

The red mark caught Lu Yunheng’s eye, and the sunlight outside was particularly glaring, his nails digging into the palm of his hand.

They were a married couple, and doing intimate things was perfectly normal.

Just like that kiss scene from that night.

“Mr. Lu, right? I need to speak with Mrs. Lin alone. Please wait outside for a moment.”

Wen Shuyu’s tone was as distant as could be, as if speaking to a stranger.

Lu Yunheng: “Okay, sorry for the trouble.”

She briefly talked with Lin Yuhua. Lin Yuhua didn’t have a job, just an ordinary housewife who did some temporary work from time to time.

Her husband, Lu Zhiyong, who was also Lu Yunheng’s father, worked as a senior technician at a factory and was the main financial provider for the family. At home, he was domineering and bossy.

A typical “father figure” with strong patriarchal tendencies.

She had long considered divorce but didn’t want to hold back her son, who she relied on for financial support. Most of her life had passed this way.

Her son had advised her many times, but she just smiled and let it go.

Now that Lu Yunheng had returned to the country after completing his studies, the thought of divorce had finally arisen.

Lu Zhiyong, who had grown accustomed to being served by others, naturally wouldn’t agree to the divorce.

There were no major issues between the two of them, so they couldn’t easily be granted a divorce. Not to mention, even in cases of domestic violence, divorce was difficult to obtain.

It was only when there was truly no other option that she decided to apply for a divorce through legal proceedings.

Wen Shuyu sympathized with her situation. In China, there were thousands of families like hers. Outsiders might say, “Divorce is so simple,” but only the person involved truly knew how difficult it was.

The factors to consider were complex and not as easy as it seemed.

Lin Yuhua hesitated, then spoke, “Miss, I saw you during high school and university. He also has his reasons. It’s my fault that I got him involved. You used to like him too. If it’s possible…”

She wanted to plead for her son.

After Lu Yunheng returned to the country, he was often gloomy, often holding a picture of a girl and looking at it. Lin Yuhua glanced at the picture, and the features seemed familiar. Isn’t this Lawyer Wen?

No wonder she recommended her.

The girl in the photo looked to be about twenty years old. Lin Yuhua remembered, she had seen her before when she was delivering an umbrella to her son.

Wen Shuyu finally understood what she meant. With a mother’s love and concern, she extended her left hand, revealing a ring on her ring finger, and explained gently.

“Auntie, I’m married and love my husband very much. As for me and your son, there was never anything to begin with. It doesn’t even count as a past.”

“You are my client, and I won’t be less diligent because of my relationship with him, so don’t worry about that. As for everything else, there’s no other connection.”

No wonder she told her son that night: “If you like her, go after her. I won’t drag you down anymore.”

Her son only replied with four words, “It’s impossible now.”

Lin Yuhua apologized, “Lawyer Wen, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

Wen Shuyu smiled politely, “It’s not your fault. I’ll talk to your son.”

At this moment, Lu Yunheng was, to her, just the son of her client.

This matter was clear. If Lu Zhiyong disagreed, the only option was to file a lawsuit. It would take time, and the result might not be satisfactory.

Wen Shuyu suggested that he try talking to Lu Zhiyong, to see if there was a chance to resolve it privately.

Lu Yunheng listened and said, “Alright, I will.”

Wen Shuyu: “If we go to court, the court will ask about your parents’ relationship. If you want to successfully divorce, your answer cannot be ambiguous. You must say that there’s no emotional connection between the two anymore. Do you understand?”

It’s not surprising that she was being so straightforward—her lawyer instincts were guiding her. She had previously worked on a case where a divorce was nearly granted, but it was ultimately denied because of one thing the son said.

The son had said that his parents were actually doing well, and only occasionally argued.

Such a simple sentence shattered the mother’s wish for a divorce.

Sons can never truly empathize with their mothers. Lu Yunheng should be fine, though.

If he were like that, she could only say she had been blind at the time.

Lu Yunheng nodded, “I understand. Thank you for your effort. Can I add you on WeChat? It’ll make it easier to contact you later. Divorce cases can be quite troublesome.”

The reason was legitimate and compelling; he wanted to take one last chance.

Outside the door, a man stood, also waiting for an answer.