Chapter 6 – Look Again, and I’ll Gouge Your Eyes Out

That day, Zhou Xizi left with reddened eyes.

Sang Sui stood in the living room, staring blankly at the tightly shut door to Sheng Yize’s room.

He was probably still furious, and she didn’t dare provoke him.

But she was starving now.

Her stomach growled loudly. Ever since she threw up several times last night and went to bed hungry, she hadn’t eaten a single bite.

Now, she had no money, no phone, and didn’t dare leave either. All she could do was drink some water and wait for Sheng Yize to come out.

But even after gulping down glass after glass, he still hadn’t emerged.

Forget it.

She put down the cup, took a few deep breaths, then braced herself, raised her hand, and knocked on the door—

Suddenly, the door flung open with a loud crash.

Her raised hand froze mid-air. Sang Sui blinked.

Sheng Yize was on the phone, his long lashes lowered. He gave her a glance and said, “Got it. Hanging up now.”

He put away the phone, raised his brows at her. “What is it?”

Sang Sui lowered her hand, quickly speaking when she saw he wasn’t busy. “Can I borrow some money from you?”

With his arms crossed, Sheng Yize leaned against the doorframe, his deep eyes gleaming with amusement.

“What for?”

“I haven’t eaten anything since last night, and now I’m…” Sang Sui paused, afraid he’d think she was some starving ghost, and quickly changed her wording. “I’m just a little hungry and wanted to borrow some money to get something to eat.”

Remembering how he had refused to lend his phone last night, Sang Sui immediately held up three fingers and swore an oath.

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely pay you back after I get my phone!”

“No.”

Sheng Yize turned and walked away.

Sang Sui snapped out of it and hurried after him. “You can’t just watch someone starve to death… I won’t borrow much, just thirty yuan. Thirty too much? Twenty then. How about twenty?”

Grrrrrr—

Her stomach growled again.

Sheng Yize paused mid-step and looked back.

His gaze slid slowly from her pale face down to her stomach.

Sang Sui gave an embarrassed smile and held up three fingers. “I really wasn’t lying!”

Sheng Yize looked away, picked up the car keys on the side table, put on his shoes, and left.

After a few steps, he realized the girl wasn’t following. He looked back, chin slightly lifted.

“What are you dawdling for? Coming or not?”

Sang Sui’s eyes lit up. She quickly put on her shoes, closed the door, and caught up with him.

The two entered the elevator. Sheng Yize pressed B1, leaned back, and closed his eyes to rest.

Sang Sui glanced at the descending numbers, then carefully peeked at the man beside her.

“Um… where are we going?”

“Breakfast.”

“Oh…”

Wait—breakfast!!

She was thrilled! A wide smile bloomed on her face, and she couldn’t help but say, “Thank you.”

Though her voice was soft, in the quiet space, it reached his ears clearly.

Sheng Yize slightly lifted his lids and glanced at her through the mirrored wall in front, raising a brow.

Then he closed his eyes again, pretending she didn’t exist.

The elevator descended in silence.

Their shallow breaths intertwined quietly in the confined space.

Sang Sui couldn’t resist sneaking another glance at him.

At 1.88 meters tall, he was towering. Standing beside him, she only reached his chest. She felt like a scrawny chick next to him.

She observed his expression closely—he looked the same as usual.

Was he really this calm after a breakup?

“What are you looking at?”

His voice came out of nowhere, making her jump. She immediately turned around and started glancing around the elevator, pretending to be very busy.

Sheng Yize slowly opened his eyes, speaking lazily. “Turn around.”

“Huh?” Sang Sui turned around obediently.

Suddenly, a handsome face loomed close in front of her. She was so startled she stumbled backward, hitting the wall. Her legs almost gave out.

Sheng Yize bent forward, that stunning face dangerously close, his sharp eyes fixed on her.

As their breaths tangled, he suddenly raised two fingers in front of her eyes and made a gouging motion, voice menacing: “Look again, and I’ll gouge your eyes out.”

“!!”

Sang Sui immediately covered her eyes and turned away, not daring to glance at him again.

Sheng Yize let out a cold snort and straightened up.

Coward.

—

On the way to breakfast, Sang Sui didn’t dare look at him once.

She thought he’d just grab a few buns from a roadside stall and call it done. To her shock, he brought her to Huafudu.

Huafudu was located in the most upscale part of Yun Capital. Famous for its high-end service, lavish classical décor, and signature dishes, it had risen to prominence among the city’s luxury five-star hotels in just four years. Its most well-known feature was its original creation: Yun Capital-style morning tea—now a favorite among the city’s wealthy elite.

Of course, dining here didn’t come cheap. A single breakfast could cost over ten thousand yuan.

As the car pulled up to the entrance, Sang Sui clutched her seatbelt tightly, not daring to get out.

She peeked out at the opulent entrance and said, “Isn’t this place a little too expensive?”

What she really wanted to say was: I have no money—can we please eat at a street stall?

Sheng Yize turned off the ignition, pulled out the key, and opened the door.

Before she could respond, he was already out. She hurriedly scrambled out after him.

Without even sparing her a glance, Sheng Yize walked straight in.

Her steps were small, so she had to jog to keep up.

—

As soon as they entered the hotel, a waiter greeted them warmly.

Sheng Yize gave him their table number. The waiter nodded, gesturing politely to lead the way.

They were led to the third floor and stopped at a window seat.

The waiter pulled out a chair for Sang Sui. “Please, have a seat.”

Sang Sui thanked him and sat down.

She couldn’t help but glance around.

The private room was spacious, with enough space for over ten tables. Each one was separated by a classical screen, forming its own little dining area.

The décor was classic wood style. The walls and ceiling were adorned with scenic paintings and elegant portraits. On the stage up front, a woman in traditional attire was playing a guzheng.

The melody was graceful and lingering, echoing gently through the room.

Sheng Yize sat across from her, leaning back with his legs crossed.

The waiter handed him the menu, but he didn’t take it—instead, he nodded toward Sang Sui.

The waiter passed it to her. “Miss, here’s the menu. What would you like to eat?”

Sang Sui withdrew her gaze and thanked him but didn’t take the menu.

Sheng Yize seemed to understand, his voice neutral: “Zou Jin called me. He said he’s treating you to a meal today.”

“Zou Jin?”

“He said he got you drunk last night and wants to apologize.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly!” Sang Sui waved her hands frantically. “I broke his wine—that was my fault. But he didn’t make it hard on me, just asked me to drink with him.”

“Though… I have a low tolerance and got drunk quickly, but we’re even now. He doesn’t need to apologize.”

Not to mention, she knew very well—

Zou Jin only came to apologize because of Sheng Yize.

She was able to leave with him last night because he claimed they were “in a relationship” in front of those rich heirs. That alone had given her a huge advantage, and Zou Jin respected that.

Sang Sui’s mood suddenly sank.

She couldn’t help but sneak a peek at him—only to find he was also looking at her.

Like a guilty thief, she quickly averted her eyes and lowered her head.

He was always the most dazzling light in any crowd—even among the wealthy elite, he was a standout.

Everyone was willing to bow before him.

And she… as long as she basked in the tiniest sliver of his light, everything became easier.

Sheng Yize quietly stared at her, saying nothing.

After a while, he suddenly let out a tsk.

“Getting bullied and still counting their money for them.”

“…”