Chapter 7 – He’s Just a Wanderer No One Can Tie Down

Sheng Yize stared at her for a long moment until the phone on the table suddenly rang.

He picked it up—an unfamiliar number.

Sliding to answer, he brought it to his ear.

Manager Zhang’s voice came through, “Is this Mr. Sheng? It’s me, Manager Zhang…”

The person on the other end said something, and not long after, Sheng Yize replied, “Mm, just bring it over. We’re in a private room on the third floor of Xianhua Mansion. Thanks for the trouble.”

With that, he hung up.

Bring something over?

Her phone and bag?

Sang Sui glanced at him, just about to ask, when the man suddenly looked straight at her.

“……”

She quickly glanced around, pretending to be busy.

Sheng Yize stared at her, the fringe falling over his brows, his gaze unreadable.

Even without meeting his eyes directly, Sang Sui could still feel the mockery in them.

Neither of them said anything. Sang Sui sat restlessly, silently praying for Zou Jin to hurry up and arrive.

But after a while, he still hadn’t shown up.

Sang Sui shifted in her seat, just about to come up with an excuse to go to the bathroom, when she suddenly heard someone call out, “Hey, Sang Sui!”

She looked toward the voice.

Manager Zhang was jogging over, carrying a backpack, and handed it to her with both hands.

“Sang Sui, you left your things on the yacht. I brought them over for you today.”

Sang Sui was flattered and quickly accepted it. “Th-thank you so much.”

“No need to thank me. It was our negligence last night that led you to drink so much.” Manager Zhang glanced at Sheng Yize. “Really sorry, we didn’t know you were Mr. Sheng’s sister… Anyway, I’ve delivered your things, so I’ll be off now.”

“Manager Zhang, what about my shift today…”

“I’ve already arranged time off for you. Xiao Zhang is covering your shift today. Don’t worry, it won’t affect your job. Just rest well today.”

Sang Sui smiled. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” After giving a polite nod to Sheng Yize, he left.

—

Sang Sui sat back down and hurriedly opened her backpack. Nothing was missing—her phone was there too.

Then something struck her, and her expression froze.

The only reason Manager Zhang had treated her so kindly… was because of Sheng Yize.

She slowly looked up.

Sheng Yize was playing with his phone. Noticing her gaze, he looked back.

She quickly averted her eyes. “Uh… I’ll just go to the restroom.”

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed her bag and got up.

—

After leaving the restroom, Sang Sui didn’t immediately return. She called Yun Man to let her know she was safe.

The call connected quickly, and Yun Man’s anxious voice came through, “Suìsuì, why are you only calling now? You nearly scared me to death.”

Not calling last night really had worried her.

Guilt welled up in Sang Sui. “Sorry, I left my phone and bag at work, so I couldn’t call. I’m okay, don’t worry.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” Yun Man let out a sigh of relief. “When I called you last night and couldn’t get through, I was so worried. Then I remembered Xiao Ze goes to your school, so I had Uncle Sheng contact him to see where you were.”

“Later, he said you were fine and just working a part-time job, so I finally relaxed.” Yun Man sounded relieved. “Though Xiao Ze’s always cold to me, he’s still a good kid. He even came to pick you up when school started, and he sent you home last night too.”

Sang Sui was stunned.

So…

Last night, when he stepped in and even took her home—it was all because Uncle Sheng asked him to?

“Suìsuì, you need to thank him properly for what he did.”

“Mm, okay.”

“Yize-gege treats you well. You should listen to him more. Since you’re in the same school now, you can look out for each other. I’m not around, so you have to take care of yourself.”

“Mm, I will.”

After some more motherly reminders, Yun Man finally hung up.

Putting her phone away, Sang Sui left the restroom.

When she reached the door of the private room, she stopped in her tracks.

Her gaze landed on Sheng Yize, who was seated by the window.

A screen behind him blocked half of his figure. He was slouched in a soft chair, legs crossed, head tilted downward, eyes fixed on his phone.

His fingers were elegant—long, pale, with distinct joints. The white shirt he wore creased in irregular folds due to his posture.

His collar was slightly open, neck gracefully elongated, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw.

He had that cold, pale skin, and the white shirt made it even more pronounced.

With a face like his, he could attract a crowd even doing nothing at all.

Ever since he went to university, it had become harder to see him. But she still occasionally heard news about him from Uncle Sheng.

Most of it was about his love life.

Last month, he was reportedly dating a glamorous beauty. The month before, a high-IQ beauty.

If not the daughter of a company president, then the granddaughter of a chairman.

None of the relationships lasted long, but they always followed one after another.

Back then, she already knew—

He was just a wanderer, someone no one could ever tie down.

This morning, he had argued with Zhou Xizi—did that mean he was about to switch girlfriends again?

—

As he sat there playing on his phone alone, a few girls who had been watching him finally mustered the courage to ask for his WeChat.

But after they stood there for a while, he lazily lifted his gaze, staring at them.

He didn’t say a word, didn’t move. His eyes were as cold as ice.

Seeing he had no intention of giving it out, the girls turned away awkwardly.

Sheng Yize withdrew his gaze and happened to spot someone standing at the door.

He put away his phone, propped his temple up with one hand, and stared at her quietly.

The corner of his lips even seemed to curl slightly.

“……”

Busted. Sang Sui felt awkward, pretending to scan the room nonchalantly.

Then she tried to act like nothing had happened and walked over to sit down, gripping her water glass and sipping silently.

As soon as she sat, a bowl of lotus seed and lean pork porridge was brought over.

Sang Sui paused, looked at the porridge, then glanced up at him.

Sheng Yize was just picking up his phone to call Zou Jin. Seeing her look over, he gestured.

“Eat.”

“Me? I eat it?”

What if it’s poisoned?

The call connected on the other end, and Sheng Yize’s cold voice slipped out from his thin lips—

“Zou Jin, you’ve got five minutes to get your ass here.”