Chapter 28: Vixen

In the wall-mounted mirror of the restroom, the figures of two people were reflected.

The human eye could make errors in judgment because of personal knowledge and perception. But a mirror only reflected what it saw.

Beneath Shen Zhoudu’s calm exterior surged a twisted possessiveness.

“You can’t understand this kind of happiness.” Shen Zhoudu’s gaze was icy. He had always disdained arguing with others, but the moment it involved Meng Weiyu, he could never help taking whatever little room he had to perform and wantonly announce his ownership over Meng Weiyu.

This authority had been given to him by Meng Weiyu.

Xie Wenxuan turned on the faucet, using the action of washing his hands to ease the tense atmosphere.

Although Shen Zhoudu had never once tensed up because of him.

“I understand the seventeen-year-old Meng Weiyu better than you do.” Back when Xie Wenxuan could still flirt around with Meng Weiyu under the name of friendship, Shen Zhoudu, to them, had merely been someone whose name they knew but who had no real interactions with them. “If Meng Weiyu never recovers his memories in this lifetime, you should give up.”

“The way you talk is quite funny.” Shen Zhoudu felt that continuing to chat with him here was purely a waste of time. “Let me tell you a fact. In reality, Meng Weiyu likes me very much. By the way, here’s a warning: from now on, stay away from my husband, and don’t send him strange messages either.”

There were other people in the restroom, and Shen Zhoudu did not want to continue talking in a place where he did not know who might be in the next stall. So he decisively left.

When he returned to his seat, he found two men lingering beside Meng Weiyu, constantly saying something to him. Meng Weiyu sat there, drinking the orange juice Shen Zhoudu had specially ordered for him, wearing his usual perfunctory smile.

It looked like he was being hit on.

And by men, at that.

Shen Zhoudu could guess what Meng Weiyu was thinking inside: This is truly an unbearable pain for a seventeen-year-old high school boy.

When the two men were not looking at him, Meng Weiyu let out a tiny sigh. He looked like he had reached his limit and was preparing to drive them away.

His attitude was Shen Zhoudu’s confidence.

If Meng Weiyu truly disliked someone and was unwilling to stay with them, he would never force himself.

Just like when he had first woken up, he had also tried every possible way to make Shen Zhoudu leave.

Now, although Shen Zhoudu drove him to the verge of collapse every day, Meng Weiyu had not expressed any desire to separate from him.

Shen Zhoudu pursed his lips, then strode toward Meng Weiyu.

Meng Weiyu heard the familiar footsteps and was just about to turn his head when he saw a hand land on the back of his chair. Then someone leaned toward him, forming an almost embracing posture around Meng Weiyu, though he did not actually touch him.

Meng Weiyu had to admire Shen Zhoudu. This guy really knew how to control distance and boundaries. If Meng Weiyu had not known beforehand that Shen Zhoudu was pursuing him, he probably would have been troubled for quite a while, wondering what exactly Shen Zhoudu meant. Did he like him? Was this just ordinary joking between friends?

Even now, he still felt confused, so it was easy to imagine that there must have been a period in the past when Shen Zhoudu had messed with him until he was completely dizzy.

“People you know?” Shen Zhoudu deliberately asked Meng Weiyu. In reality, he knew perfectly well what acquaintances Meng Weiyu had around him.

“They’re customers who just came in to eat. They happened to pass by, so they chatted with me for a bit.” Meng Weiyu leisurely leaned back.

Shen Zhoudu straightened up, revealed a polite smile, and nodded at them.

His expression and behavior of declaring ownership were far too obvious. The other two men would not continue asking for embarrassment, so they found an excuse and left.

After they left, Shen Zhoudu’s fingers tapped soundlessly on the chair. Then he lowered his head and asked Meng Weiyu, “Are you full?”

Meng Weiyu picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth and nodded.

“Then let’s go back.”

Hearing Shen Zhoudu’s words, Meng Weiyu moved first, standing up from the other side where Shen Zhoudu was not standing to prevent himself from being blocked in his seat again.

Shen Zhoudu glanced sideways at him.

Tsk.

“What are you tsking about?” Meng Weiyu asked curiously.

“Petty.” Shen Zhoudu turned his head.

“What do I have to be petty about?” Meng Weiyu walked toward him. He discovered that as long as he sat for too long, his body would lose strength, causing him to walk with a limp. “I should be the one saying you’re boring. You take advantage of me every chance you get.”

Shen Zhoudu reached out and supported him.

“Those two people just now were such beasts.” Meng Weiyu walked out with him while muttering nonstop. “They actually hit on a high school student.”

Hearing this, Shen Zhoudu happened to pass by a window that reflected both their figures. So he pinched Meng Weiyu’s face and turned his head over, making him look.

“What are you doing?” Meng Weiyu pulled his hand away with an unhappy expression.

“Letting you see your face.” It was a face that clearly showed he could legally be hit on.

Meng Weiyu glared at him.

“I’m going to the front desk to get something. The driver is already at the entrance.” Shen Zhoudu asked him, “Do you want to accompany me to the front desk and wait while I pick something up, or do you want to wait for me in the car?”

Because Shen Zhoudu had just made him unhappy, Meng Weiyu chose without hesitation, “I’m going to chat with Xiao Lin.”

“Okay.” His grudge-holding appearance truly made Shen Zhoudu laugh.

Meng Weiyu turned and left without hesitation. But before going out the door, he still awkwardly turned his head back.

Sure enough, Shen Zhoudu was still standing in place, watching him. The moment their sneaky gazes met, the corners of Shen Zhoudu’s mouth lifted, as if he had long guessed Meng Weiyu would look back at him.

Meng Weiyu hurriedly fled.

There were quite a few cars parked outside. Meng Weiyu found the familiar sedan and walked over.

Lin Xiao had seen him come out long ago and quickly opened the car door.

“Where’s Young Master Shen?” Lin Xiao returned to the driver’s seat, curious as to why only Meng Weiyu had come out.

“He saw a pretty man on the road and ran after him,” Meng Weiyu slandered his single-minded husband.

“Hahaha, Young Master Shen wouldn’t do something like that.” Lin Xiao did not believe him at all.

“Why?” Meng Weiyu curiously leaned against the back of Lin Xiao’s seat and poked his head out to look at him.

Lin Xiao had followed him for more than ten years, after all, and could guess his personality. So he boldly said, “Because in this place, there can’t possibly be a man better-looking than Young Master.”

“Xiao Lin~” Meng Weiyu immediately laughed.

Lin Xiao laughed along as well, while secretly breathing a sigh of relief, feeling that he had escaped disaster.

“There’s a question I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time.” Meng Weiyu was still smiling.

Lin Xiao did not notice the omen of disaster and smiled even more brightly than him. “What is it?”

“I trusted you so much. When Shen Zhoudu and I got married, why didn’t you stop me!” Meng Weiyu’s behavior was purely finding fault for no reason.

“Cough.” Lin Xiao was almost frightened to death by this difficult question. His originally relaxed smile vanished into thin air.

Meng Weiyu bit his lip in grievance.

Such a rigid man! How did he end up marrying him!

“Young Master, back when you two got married, your grandfather and grandmother, as well as the elders on your mother’s side, took turns trying to stop you.” Lin Xiao was caught between a rock and a hard place. “The four elders couldn’t sway your decision. What could I possibly do?”

Lin Xiao did not want to recall those days. Every day had been lively, because there had been arguments every day. What he admired was that Meng Weiyu had won every argument.

“Huh? I argued with Grandpa, Grandma, Grandfather, and Grandmother?” Meng Weiyu pointed at himself in disbelief. “Impossible. I’m a filial grandson and maternal grandson.”

“It’s true, it’s true.” Lin Xiao told him something from the past. “Because of this matter, they even scolded Young Master Shen as a male vixen.”

“Judging by appearance, I look more like a vixen.” Meng Weiyu’s sudden honesty shocked everyone.

“Cough. So that’s how it was.” Choosing Shen Zhoudu had been Meng Weiyu’s own willingness. What was there to stop?

“I wanted to marry Shen Zhoudu that much?” Meng Weiyu found it unbelievable.

“Young Master, from what I saw at the time, yes, that was indeed the case,” Lin Xiao said firmly.

“But I don’t want to now.” Meng Weiyu asked for his opinion. “What do you think?”

Lin Xiao smiled without speaking. Mainly because he did not dare to speak.

“Fine. Since Grandpa, Grandma, Grandfather, and Grandmother opposed our marriage, I’ll go ask for their opinion.” There had to be someone standing on his side to support him, right?

After Meng Weiyu thought this in a fit of temper, the phone in his pocket vibrated. Meng Weiyu thought Shen Zhoudu had sent another chattering message, so he opened it without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, the person who sent the message was not Shen Zhoudu.

It was Xie Wenxuan.

An old friend he should not have contacted for a long time had, after receiving some information, begun persistently harassing Meng Weiyu.

Xie Wenxuan: Someone like Shen Zhoudu is too gloomy. The current you won’t like him.

Xie Wenxuan: If you need any help with the divorce, you can contact me anytime.

Meng Weiyu narrowed his eyes. His rebelliousness rose, successfully slowing down his thoughts of divorce for the time being.

While he repeatedly jumped back and forth between divorcing and temporarily not divorcing, a familiar tall and upright figure walked out of the hotel entrance.

Meng Weiyu watched Shen Zhoudu walk toward him. A thought was about to emerge, but his mouth was faster than his brain, and he directly said to Lin Xiao, “Shen Zhoudu is still very handsome.”

“Young Master, you’ve said that many times,” Lin Xiao said with a smile.

“When have I said that?” Meng Weiyu felt this was his first time saying such a thing.

“Every time I’m in the car with you and Young Master Shen walks over from outside, you always say that,” Lin Xiao told him.

Meng Weiyu instantly slapped his own forehead.

No fangirling.

No, rather, no being bewitched.

Shen Zhoudu walked toward them quickly. After opening the car door, he sat properly and closed the door.

Meng Weiyu noticed that he was carrying a box. There seemed to be a very fragrant food smell coming from inside, sweet and aromatic.

“Uncle Lin, we can go back,” Shen Zhoudu reminded Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao immediately started driving.

Shen Zhoudu had just finished tidying his pressed clothes when he noticed a fluffy head beside him. Meng Weiyu had unknowingly moved next to him, his eyes fixed on the box Shen Zhoudu was holding, his nose twitching.

Shen Zhoudu lowered his head to look at him, unwilling to move his gaze away even a little.

Although Meng Weiyu had said these past few days that he should not look at him with that kind of bewitched gaze, Shen Zhoudu simply could not do it.

He had liked this face very much to begin with.

After getting to know the person behind it, he had discovered that Meng Weiyu’s personality was also the type he liked.

In the end, he liked his entire person.

Forget that he was only a little rebellious now. Even after growing up, when he sometimes became very wicked, Shen Zhoudu never felt there was a problem.

But!

Shen Zhoudu narrowed his eyes.

No matter how rebellious a little cat was, it could be forgiven. Only attempting to run away from home had to be punished.

Why did he want to separate from him so much?

Was he really so good to him, yet Meng Weiyu had no intention of changing his mind at all?

Shen Zhoudu awkwardly turned his head away and looked out the window, hiding his resentment.

Meng Weiyu did not notice the turbulent inner world of the person beside him at all. After judging that the box contained something he liked eating, he raised his head and showed Shen Zhoudu an innocent and brilliant smile.

For Meng Weiyu, after eating dinner came dessert.

He really understands me.

Shen Zhoudu did not notice his smile and was still looking out the window.

Meng Weiyu realized his smile had been wasted. He sat up a little straighter and forcibly inserted his face into Shen Zhoudu’s line of sight.

Shen Zhoudu finally noticed him moving around and looked at him.

“The afternoon tea you ate today was from a shop I asked Ning Wu about and specially went to buy for you.” I’m good to you, so you should be good to me too.

“Do you know the payment password for your account?” Shen Zhoudu knew he had changed his bank card password.

Meng Weiyu shook his head. He had used cash.

Shen Zhoudu said, “When we get home tonight, I’ll give you one of my cards. Spend the money in there first.”

“Then what’s my payment password?” Meng Weiyu wanted to spend his own money.

Shen Zhoudu looked at him helplessly. “After I discovered that you were spending money recklessly all day, you changed the password and refused to tell me.”

“Then I’ll go ask Grandpa and Grandma for money.” Meng Weiyu felt that he should go see them.

“Grandpa and Grandma gave you the whole company. How can you still have the nerve to ask them for money?” Shen Zhoudu was greatly shocked.

Meng Weiyu was righteous and confident. As a seventeen-year-old high school student, was it that excessive to ask his wealthy grandparents for a bit of allowance?

“After marrying you, it’s only right that I support you. Take my card first.” Shen Zhoudu insisted on being the one to support Meng Weiyu.

Meng Weiyu scratched his hair.

“If they find out I don’t even give you some money, I’ll be nagged again,” Shen Zhoudu said. “I’m begging you to accept my money.”

Meng Weiyu narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment before saying, “I’ll first try to remember the password.”

Shen Zhoudu was displeased.

“If I really don’t have money, I’ll ask you.” Ever since Meng Weiyu learned that Shen Zhoudu had once been classified as a vixen by his grandparents and maternal grandparents, the way he looked at Shen Zhoudu instantly gained a little more sympathy. In his family, Shen Zhoudu must have been like a wronged little daughter-in-law, and Meng Weiyu had needed to protect him by arguing against everyone.

Not noticing Meng Weiyu’s thoughts, Shen Zhoudu helplessly bumped his forehead against his.

Meng Weiyu touched his own forehead and said to him, “I’m not spending your money, and you’re still unhappy?”

What kind of person was this?

“I want to give you everything you want.” Shen Zhoudu had always done this. “Everything I have, I’ll give to you.”

“Mm.” Meng Weiyu did not think too much and purely wanted to argue with him. “Then give me divorce papers.”

Hearing this, Shen Zhoudu’s expression changed rapidly. He turned his head toward the window on the other side, completely unwilling to pay attention to him.

“Haha.” Meng Weiyu leaned his face beside him.

If Shen Zhoudu made no expression, his face looked very stinky.

“Look at me.” Meng Weiyu smiled cheekily.

“No.” To avoid being angered to death.

“Ah-woo.” Meng Weiyu placed his chin on Shen Zhoudu’s shoulder.

Shen Zhoudu felt his shoulder sink and subconsciously turned his head.

Meng Weiyu had been waiting for the moment Shen Zhoudu looked at him, his eyes shining brightly.

Shen Zhoudu met his gaze and instantly became intoxicated.

“Why do you like me so much?” Meng Weiyu saw the change in his eyes and was amused by him.

“If I didn’t like you very much, we wouldn’t have gotten married.” Shen Zhoudu said to him, “You only say silly things.”

Meng Weiyu pursed his lips and smiled.

He was greedy for other people’s admiration and favoritism toward him, and this twisted thought was fully satisfied in Shen Zhoudu.

The sedan passed street after street. The lights of the night were bright.

After returning home, Xueci had originally been chasing its own tail. But the moment it saw Meng Weiyu and Shen Zhoudu, it immediately moved its short little legs, its big tail swaying as it happily bounced toward them.

Meng Weiyu bent down and picked it up. As he walked toward the sofa, he asked the kitten, “Why is your personality so dog-like?”

Shen Zhoudu locked the door and casually said, “Because it takes after you.”

“What are you saying?” Meng Weiyu hugged Xueci, smiled, lowered his head, and rubbed its head. “Xueci can’t really be something I gave birth to, right? According to seniority, it should be the grandson of my son, right?”

“Meow, meow.” Xueci stuck out its tongue and licked his wrist.

“So cute. Then you can be my son. Your grandfather has been released by me.” Looking at the kitten in his arms, Meng Weiyu still could not forget the first cat he had brought home.

Thinking about it this way, amnesia really made one uncomfortable. He could not even remember the final moments of an important existence in his life.

Meng Weiyu held the cat, placed it on his lap, and stroked it repeatedly.

“Truffle even attended our wedding.” Thinking of his beloved cat, Shen Zhoudu walked toward another cabinet in the room.

The place was too big. Meng Weiyu turned around on the sofa and watched Shen Zhoudu walk quite a distance before taking a photo frame from a cabinet.

Meng Weiyu thought, This is enough. Why are there photos of us together everywhere?

Shen Zhoudu handed the photo frame to Meng Weiyu with the back facing him. Whether he looked or not was his own decision.

Meng Weiyu took the frame and did not think too much before directly flipping the photo over.

The photo was casual and comfortable. Meng Weiyu, wearing a white suit, sat on an outdoor chair while holding a lazy-looking Ragdoll cat that already seemed quite old. The cat’s entire body was covered in snow-white fur, smooth and beautiful, and its face had markings similar to a lynx pattern. Its color resembled truffle. Shen Zhoudu, wearing a matching black suit, sat beside him, reaching out to tease the cat.

The sunlight shone brightly, and colorful sequins covered the lawn.

“Wow, it’s Truffle.” Meng Weiyu recognized the cat.

“Truffle has an album. I think I put it in the storage room,” Shen Zhoudu told him.

Meng Weiyu’s eyes widened to the greatest extent possible. He pursed his lips and looked at him pitifully.

“After I rest for a bit, I’ll find it for you.” Shen Zhoudu unfastened his belt and casually placed it on another chair.

He really had been exhausted lately.

Shen Zhoudu reached out, casually hammered his shoulders twice, then sat down beside Meng Weiyu.

Meng Weiyu held the photo frame with both hands. At first, he only looked at the cat in the photo. Gradually, his gaze shifted to the other two people. Meng Weiyu and Shen Zhoudu in the photo looked a little younger than they did now. Meng Weiyu had clearly noticed someone taking a photo and deliberately smiled at the camera, but Shen Zhoudu’s smile was purely directed at him and the cat in his arms.

Meng Weiyu had to admit that it really was a very warm scene.

His feelings were complicated.

Shen Zhoudu casually leaned against the sofa, blinked, and let his mind go blank.

“Objectively speaking, your conditions should be pretty good, right?” Meng Weiyu suddenly spoke.

“I thought the current you wouldn’t understand that logic.” Shen Zhoudu knew himself well. Of course, no matter from which angle one looked at him, he was an excellent partner.

“Then, wasn’t getting married at twenty-two too early?” Meng Weiyu thought so. “You hadn’t even played enough yet.”

Shen Zhoudu glanced at him and shook his head.

“I think it was too early.” Meng Weiyu lifted the photo frame and examined the happy pair inside.

“When you agreed to date me, I was already thinking about marriage.” Shen Zhoudu had truly thought so at the time.

“Isn’t that thinking too far ahead…” The corner of Meng Weiyu’s mouth twitched. He estimated that based on his own personality, even if he had agreed to date Shen Zhoudu at the time, he probably had not planned for the long term.

It was not because he was fickle, but because to Meng Weiyu, finding true love was simply too unreal.

“Am I not allowed to think about it?” Shen Zhoudu did not feel that there was anything wrong with him. Fantasizing was not a crime, not to mention dreaming of spending a lifetime with the person he loved.

If one talked about love with someone they liked, would they not naturally think about growing old together during several nights of holding hands on walks, during moments of looking at each other, or at the instant before falling asleep at night?

“Hmph, wishful thinking.” Meng Weiyu laughed and placed the photo frame on the table.

“Wishful thinking?” Hearing this, Shen Zhoudu instantly gave a low laugh.

Look at the current situation. Was this not clearly a dream come true?

Meng Weiyu looked at his exhausted appearance, yet his eyes still carried a proud arrogance, as if he were omnipotent. He immediately turned sideways, propped his elbow on the sofa, rested his cheek in his palm, and admired his face.

Shen Zhoudu took off his glasses and placed them on the table. He folded his hands over his stomach, slid his body downward, and slightly closed his eyes.

“Come eat something!” Meng Weiyu called him with a smile.

Shen Zhoudu opened his eyes again.

Meng Weiyu looked excited and eager to try.

“I’ll go wash my hands.” Shen Zhoudu sat up again.

“I’ll go too!” Meng Weiyu jumped up.

When Shen Zhoudu turned on the faucet to wash his hands, Meng Weiyu squeezed beside him and stretched his hands under the faucet too. Shen Zhoudu was disturbed and turned his head to look at him.

Meng Weiyu smiled at him in a deliberately annoying way.

At this point, Meng Weiyu could be said to be in a continuously happy and comfortable mood.

Until Shen Zhoudu finished washing his hands, sat back on the sofa, opened the box, and held the food inside to eat by himself, without the slightest intention of sharing with him.

Meng Weiyu, who was sitting beside him, froze. He leaned a little closer to him, increasing his presence.

Shen Zhoudu turned a blind eye to him and still reached into the box, picked up a crispy little pastry, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Meng Weiyu stretched his head over and stared at him dumbly.

Shen Zhoudu still ignored him.

Meng Weiyu thought for a moment, then tried stretching out his index finger, pointing at his own mouth, and signaling to him, “Ah.”

‘I want to eat too.’

Shen Zhoudu turned his head away.

“You’re really asking to be hit!” Seeing that his obvious request to be fed was deliberately ignored, Meng Weiyu closed his mouth and angrily turned sideways to look at him.

“Who told you to keep shouting about divorce every day?” Shen Zhoudu bluntly admitted that he was retaliating.

“What, I’m not even allowed to think about divorce?” Meng Weiyu slapped the sofa.

“In any case, I’m not giving you any.” Shen Zhoudu was doing it on purpose.

“You really won’t give me any?” Meng Weiyu narrowed his eyes, a threatening meaning in his gaze.

Shen Zhoudu did not say anything.

Meng Weiyu placed his feet on the sofa, slowly tilted his body, and pressed closer toward Shen Zhoudu.

Shen Zhoudu had originally turned his head away evasively, but suddenly, a shadow attacked from the side. When he turned his head, he saw a body pressing toward him. Almost subconsciously, Shen Zhoudu hugged the box and leaned his upper body completely against the sofa armrest.

“Hey!” Meng Weiyu stretched out one hand and forcefully propped it beside Shen Zhoudu’s body, half-trapping him. He opened his eyes wide and glared at him.

Shen Zhoudu froze. Since losing his memory, this was the first time Meng Weiyu had taken the initiative to get so close to him.

“If you don’t let me eat, then I’m going back to my room!” He could go without eating, but he could not tolerate someone using food to tempt him and then not giving him a single bite.

“And then?” Shen Zhoudu was probing his attitude.

Meng Weiyu was silent for a moment, then repeated, “I’m going back to my room!”

Are you going to keep me here or not?

Seeing him pretending to be fierce, Shen Zhoudu reached into the paper box, took out a crispy strip, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Meng Weiyu smoothly opened his mouth and ate it without the slightest struggle.

“Is it good?” Shen Zhoudu asked him.

“This was clearly something you bought because I like it, and you’re still asking such a boring question.” Although Meng Weiyu had only eaten with him for a few days, he could already tell that Shen Zhoudu always only tasted food lightly, eating just enough and then stopping. He did not eat much even during proper meals, let alone extra snacks after dinner.

Seeing him scolding and grumbling, Shen Zhoudu took another crispy strip from the box and stuffed it into his mouth.

Meng Weiyu’s voice disappeared, because his mouth was busy chewing.

Shen Zhoudu laughed as he watched.

In the end, the entire box was held in Meng Weiyu’s arms as he ate, while Shen Zhoudu went to shower.

After a while, Shen Zhoudu came out of the room wearing pajamas and wiping his hair. He had an album in his hand, which he handed to Meng Weiyu.

“Truffle’s album.”

Meng Weiyu took the album, glanced at Shen Zhoudu, and said disdainfully, “Button your clothes properly.”

“It’s hot.”

“The air conditioner is clearly on.” Meng Weiyu looked down on such low-level tactics. Who would fall for that?

Thinking this, Meng Weiyu’s gaze accurately landed on his chest.

“Sigh. This really is like raising a son.” Shen Zhoudu laughed in exasperation and turned to the fridge to find soda water.

“I want Coke,” Meng Weiyu called out to him.

“Okay.”

As Shen Zhoudu walked toward Meng Weiyu, Meng Weiyu’s phone rang.

He thought it was Ning Wu sending a message, so he casually opened the message bar.

While Meng Weiyu was reading the message, Shen Zhoudu held the chilled Coke and deliberately touched it against his face.

Meng Weiyu immediately turned to look at him.

Shen Zhoudu looked at his soft face, wanting to kiss him but unable to do so. He could only use the Coke can in his hand to gently touch his face again.

“Drink up, high school student.” When Shen Zhoudu said this, he almost could not hold back his laughter.

“Grandpa sent me a message,” Meng Weiyu said in terror. “He wants me to go home with you this weekend. He said Grandfather and Grandmother will come too.”

Shen Zhoudu: “…”

Meng Weiyu held his phone, pressure crashing onto his back like a giant mountain.

What should he do? What if his grandparents and maternal grandparents pointed at Shen Zhoudu and scolded him as a vixen again? As his seventeen-year-old self, whose side was he supposed to stand on?