Chapter 50 Coaxing (Part 2)

Chapter 50 Coaxing (Part 2)

"Difficult...?"

After a brief silence, Shen Chaowen suddenly curled his lips into a smile.

"How dare I make things difficult for her."

He leaned back on the sofa, tilting his head up, revealing the sharp line of his jaw, and showing Shi Yu the long scratch mark on his neck.

The mark was fresh.

Clearly, it had been delivered by a certain little green tea just now.

"Look, it's your precious one who made things difficult for me," Shen Chaowen said with a teasing tone. "Oh, wait, didn't the confession fail? So it wasn't your precious one after all."

The word "precious" dripped with sarcasm from Shen Chaowen's mouth.

Originally, he thought Shi Yu had kept Lin Yao under his wing, assuming he had already won her over.

But it turned out that even a simple confession hadn't been allowed by the girl.

Given this, Shen Chaowen smiled more genuinely.

His seductive eyes carried a hint of mischief, as if he wanted to stir up trouble between the young couple before leaving.

However, Shi Yu remained completely unaffected by his words.

With icy eyes, he glanced over, his gaze darkening, "If you weren't intentionally making things difficult, why did you give her alcohol?"

Shen Chaowen: "..."

That single sentence left Shen Chaowen speechless.

He pressed his tongue against his teeth, "What, do you really think I'm the kind of person who would get a girl drunk and take advantage of her?"

Shi Yu didn't answer, but his cold expression and dismissive glance seemed to say, "What do you think?"

Shen Chaowen clicked his tongue, sitting up straight on the sofa, feeling the need to explain the whole situation to Shi Yu.

But Shi Yu had already turned away, not bothering to listen.

The black-clad youth lowered his eyes, lifting the drunk girl in his arms higher, letting her head rest on his shoulder, adjusting her position for comfort.

He gently brushed aside her messy hair, tucking strands behind her ear, and carefully lifted her chin to inspect her tear-stained, flushed face.

From the moment he picked her up from the sofa, Shi Yu noticed the tears on Lin Yao's rosy, dazed face.

Her thick lashes were wet with tears, her beautiful doe eyes blurred with water, and her lips, bitten red and innocent, trembled slightly.

He closed his eyes, suppressing the violent coldness welling up inside him.

"Mmm..."

Suddenly being held by the chin and cheek, the cool touch made Lin Yao whimper softly.

She instinctively turned her head away.

But the familiar scent of cool wood and the soothing touch of slender fingers on her cheek felt too comfortable.

Lin Yao couldn't resist opening her teary eyes to look.

Through her blurry vision, she gradually saw Shi Yu's clear, sharp features. He was looking down at her with focused, deep black eyes.

For a fleeting moment, Lin Yao's mind cleared, realizing that Shi Yu's gaze meant he was angry.

But that clarity was short-lived, as her alcohol-soaked brain couldn't process much information.

The girl could only instinctively offer him a hazy, pleasing smile before snuggling back into his embrace.

Her head was spinning. She vaguely remembered seeing someone who looked like Shi Yu earlier, fighting over milk tea.

Now, seeing Shi Yu's cold, angry face, she felt scared and helpless, only able to act cute and please him.

Regardless of how angry Shi Yu was, the drunk Lin Yao knew he was easy to placate.

She snuggled deeper into his embrace.

The Lin Yao who had been restless beside Shen Chaowen now behaved like a docile kitten, obediently nestling in Shi Yu's arms.

She curled up, sleeping quietly and softly.

She even hugged his waist, burying her slightly flushed face in his chest, peaceful and gentle.

Shen Chaowen, who had intended to provoke Shi Yu further, suddenly realized he was the real fool.

Why bother provoking him?

Further provocation would only make the crybaby cling tighter to Shi Yu.

Having checked that Lin Yao was merely drunk with no other issues, Shi Yu's cold demeanor softened slightly.

He adjusted Lin Yao in his arms, picked up her dropped bag from the sofa, and prepared to leave.

Shen Chaowen: "Hey, should I call my driver to send you guys home?"

"No need." Shi Yu walked out without stopping.

Shen Chaowen clicked his tongue unhappily, feeling that Shi Yu's back view exuded disdain and a desire to keep his distance.

"Do you really think I intentionally got your precious one drunk?" His voice echoed in the empty private room, somehow sounding a bit lonely.

Shi Yu's steps halted.

He still held Lin Yao in his arms and looked back with cold eyes, "I know you're not that kind of person."

Shen Chaowen raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Lin Yao used to get drunk from rice wine as a child. If someone had really gotten her drunk, it wouldn't have been just this extent." Shi Yu's low, cold voice paused, "But that doesn't change the fact that you didn't take good care of her."

Shen Chaowen: "..."

No wonder she passed out after one drink; she was a lightweight who even got drunk from rice wine.

Shen Chaowen deliberately retorted, "Understood. Next time, I'll keep an eye on her for you and won't send the location to Qi Yanye on purpose."

Shi Yu, who was carrying Lin Yao to the door, paused.

His deep voice came through.

"Mm... wait for you to come back."

Shen Chaowen's amber eyes were rarely stunned.

He let out a scoff and laughed.

This time, he genuinely laughed.

"Alright, wait for me to come back."

*

Shi Yu called a car and carried Lin Yao to the back seat. She was still drowsy and couldn't open her eyes fully.

He frowned and gently patted her cheek, trying to wake her up.

"Yoyo..."

"Mmm..."

Lin Yao rubbed her face away from his hand, turned uncomfortably in his arms, and her small hand climbed up his arm to his shoulder, resting her cheek lightly against it.

She sighed, her face flushed and aggrieved, as if she had cried several times already, rubbing her face into his neck like a kitten, "It hurts... Shi Yu... it hurts..."

Just like when she got drunk from eating sweet rice wine eggs as a child.

The little green tea pulled him, insisting he massage her temples, saying they felt like they were about to explode.

In the next moment, Shi Yu's distinct fingers pressed onto her throbbing temples.

The long, pale fingers of the young man were comfortable and strong. At first, they were slightly cool with a gentle touch, but later, the warmth and pressure seeped through the acupoints.

Lin Yao's pulsing temples gradually stopped feeling pulled, and the severe pain in her head slowly dissipated, allowing her furrowed brows to relax.

She snuggled into his shoulder again, making contented sounds.

The young man's jet-black eyelashes lowered, and the corner of his lips curved slightly.

When Lin Yao was a child, she liked to sneak sips of various rice wines and eat her mother's pickled vegetables.

But her alcohol tolerance was very poor. She would often be found red-faced, passed out on the sofa, mumbling nonsense when her parents returned home after sneaking a pickled vegetable.

And that little girl always had a headache whenever she consumed alcohol.

She didn't know.

Later, someone specifically learned this set of acupressure massage techniques from a traditional Chinese medicine master.

After many years apart, now was finally the chance to put the skills to use.

"Do you like this?"

Holding the soft and obedient girl, his deep voice gently coaxed.

"Mm..."

Lin Yao hummed softly, too comfortable to open her eyes.

"I like it." So comfortable, of course she liked it.

She sniffled, feeling the pressure of his fingertips on her temples increase slightly.

Just as she was enjoying it, feeling so relaxed she couldn't move, wanting to stay in Shi Yu's arms forever,

she heard the young man's deep, hoarse voice again.

"If you like it, do you want to date me?"

Lin Yao: "..."

Her drunkenness instantly vanished.

The girl jumped up from Shi Yu's arms in a second. Her wide, tearful eyes stared at him in horror.

"You... what did you say just now..."