The Obsessive Tycoon Claims the Deserted Heiress
Chapter 126 - 125: Shi Wei is with that woman now.

Chapter 126: 125: Shi Wei is with that woman now.

Shi Yin’s taste buds were instantly teased by the aroma, and since he hadn’t had time to eat earlier, he now felt even hungrier.

"Eat quickly." Seeing his throat move slightly, Ruan Yuan’s eyes flashed with a trace of pity. She hurriedly stuffed the chopsticks into his hand.

"Alright." Shi Yin didn’t bother with polite words. He first ate a mouthful of plain white rice before starting to pick up some dishes.

Despite his hunger, his movements were still deliberate and slow, carrying a certain inexplicable elegance.

Ruan Yuan added several pieces of meat to his bowl. She bit her chopsticks and stared at his eating manner, her burning gaze seemingly glued to him.

"Aren’t you eating?" Her gaze made Shi Yin a little uncomfortable and caused him to pause his actions.

He shot her a quick glance then lowered his eyes back to the bowl in front of him.

"I’m eating." The man’s gentle and pleasant voice snapped Ruan Yuan back to her senses. She started eating seriously, no longer wantonly focusing her attention on him.

Above them, the pendant lamp cast a soft, warm yellow glow, swaying slightly in the breeze. The refracted light created shimmering arcs under their lower eyelids.

Seated side by side, each focused on their bowls. Even with their sparse conversation, there was an inexplicable sense of comfort and warmth.

Shi Yin quickly tidied up the table, tying the garbage bag and placing it by the door. He then went over to the bar and poured two cups of water.

Handing her one of the glasses of plain water, his brows carried a trace of regret. "This is all I have at home."

He usually drank coffee, but having consumed the last few beans earlier, all he could offer now was plain water.

"It’s fine, I’m okay with anything." When Ruan Yuan reached for the coffee cup, her hand brushed against the back of his hand.

Her fingers shifted slightly and slid down from his hand to his knuckle with a casual air.

The touched area suddenly became tingling and numb. Shi Yin quickly withdrew his hand, letting it fall to his side.

Glancing at Ruan Yuan, whose intent was unclear, his gaze turned somewhat peculiar.

Seeing the man lapse into silence again, Ruan Yuan had to muster a new conversation topic. She held the glass in her hands, feeling its warmth. "Shi Yin, can you cook?"

Shi Yin paused for a moment of reflection. "Instant noodles—does that count?"

"What do you think?"

Shi Yin: "..."

Though he had tried learning to cook over the years, it seemed as if he lacked any talent in this area. Anything he made turned into a disaster, completely beyond salvation.

Unlike his brother, who could make noodles for him from as young as six or seven years old.

Ruan Yuan realized she’d killed the conversation, awkwardly touching the tip of her nose before shifting to another topic.

The two carried on their intermittent and aimless chatter until the topic of work came up. Ruan Yuan’s eyes lit up. "Is your company hiring at the moment?"

Hearing this, Shi Yin furrowed his brows, thoughtfully recalling. "One of the secretaries is on maternity leave and should be back home by the end of the month."

Talking about this reminded him of his current headache—his hands were full with projects starting soon, and finding someone suitable to assist in such short notice was proving difficult.

Ruan Yuan bit her lip to hide her smile, then donned a serious demeanor. "Do you think I could do it? I recently returned from abroad..."

She proceeded to list the school she attended, her specialization, and the work experience she had accumulated.

Shi Yin hesitated for a moment, showing a trace of doubt. "But your hand—can you manage?"

"No problem! It won’t affect my work at all." She dismissed the notion of recovery time for injuries entirely. Being by his side was worth any sacrifice.

"Alright then. Come to the office to report next Monday."

"Sure." Ruan Yuan curved her lips, her eyes brimming with joy.

With her imposing, power-suit persona shed, the man found her surprisingly endearing.

Realizing where his thoughts had wandered, Shi Yin frowned slightly. He ruthlessly dispelled that strange emotion from his mind.

He traced his fingers along the glass, gazing into the starry night as fragmented beams of light danced across his chiseled features.

**

In the corner of the café opposite Yushui Bay Street, a captivatingly pretty woman sat restlessly, occasionally glancing toward the entrance.

She idly stirred a cup of coffee long gone cold, unable to calm her heart.

It wasn’t until a familiar figure emerged that there was a soft clinking sound from her spoon hitting the cup.

Without waiting for the person to approach, Meng Han stood up and walked over to meet her. "Yao Yu, how did it go? Did you find anything out?"

Her urgency was laced with palpable tension, as though afraid of hearing bad news from her friend’s lips.

Shi Yaoyu gently patted the hand gripping her arm before leading them back to sit at the table. Only then did she respond unhurriedly: "No, Shi Yin wouldn’t say a word."

"Do you think he knows?" Meng Han’s gazed at her with hope, unwilling to let her worries rest.

Ever since the woman showed up last night calling out Brother Wei’s name, a growing sense of unease had taken root in her heart.

Even though the stranger wore a mask, shrouding her identity, Meng Han’s intuition told her she was anything but ordinary.

"He definitely knows." Shi Yaoyu sighed softly, brushing Meng Han’s hair gently and spoke warmly, "Han Han, you need to be mentally prepared."

"What do you mean..."

"Brother Wei is most likely already involved with that woman."

"That’s impossible!" Meng Han’s face fell as she adamantly refused to believe it.

She sat in silence for a while, then buried her face in her hands, regret flashing across her features. "If only I had followed them last night..."

Her hesitation and indecision had cost her the chance to uncover the truth.

Suddenly remembering something, she raised her eyes to stare at Shi Yaoyu. "I recall Brother Wei shook off that woman’s hand at the time."

She smiled. "They’re definitely not that kind of couple."

From beginning to end, she spoke as if in soliloquy, deeply immersed in her self-constructed world, refusing to step out.

Shi Yaoyu looked at her sympathetically, lightly brushing away the tear glistening at the corner of her eye with her fingertip. "Han Han, do you truly care for him that much?"

"I only want him." Meng Han gripped her hands tightly, as though placing all her hopes in her friend. "Yao Yu, will you help me?"

Despite being an heiress with wealth, beauty, and an elite education, in that moment, she was profoundly vulnerable.

Shi Yaoyu couldn’t bear to see her like this. She squeezed Meng Han’s hands back, leaned closer, and whispered a few words into her ear.

"You mean..."

"Yes. Right now, it’s the only way." Shi Yaoyu’s lashes lowered slightly, obscuring the ruthless gleam in her eyes.