The Hearts of Women Are as Deep as the Sea

He had seen a change of face the instant it happened—Lin Yuan had truly experienced it today.

One second she had been all smiles, and the next she looked as though she had suffered a great injustice. To this day, he still had no idea how he had offended her.

Lin Yuan did not dwell on it. He took a sip of water and walked straight toward the balcony.

He removed the weights from his body, found a bag, and packed them away.

Then he lay down on the sofa, intending to spend the night there.

Inside the room, Han Shuyu sat on the corner of the bed. She had tossed the towel she had used to dry her hair onto the floor and was sulking by herself.

Seeing that there was no movement outside, she occasionally punched the quilt a few times.

After a while, Han Shuyu stood up. Her hair was still wet, while the hair dryer was outside.

She was just thinking of opening the door to get it, but hesitated.

Then she thought, This is my home. Why am I being so cautious?

So she opened the door, yet still crept out on tiptoe.

When she neared the living room, she realized that her sneaking around had been completely unnecessary, because Lin Yuan was already snoring away.

Seeing him sleeping so soundly, Han Shuyu grew even angrier.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep. The lights are this bright and you can still sleep. You really are Zhu Bajie reincarnated."

Han Shuyu deliberately stomped around in her slippers, making loud slapping noises as she went to the coffee table to get the hair dryer.

If he had been a light sleeper, he would probably have been woken up by now.

But Lin Yuan remained completely unmoved, continuing to dream of throwing punches at the Five Lakes and Four Seas.

After getting the hair dryer, Han Shuyu was about to return to her room, but after taking two steps, she turned back.

Her crystal-clear eyes gazed at Lin Yuan sleeping on the sofa, and a sly smile appeared on her face.

Han Shuyu switched back to her cautious mode and came to the sofa. She crouched down, propped her chin on one hand, and watched him.

She took a water-based marker from the cabinet beside the coffee table.

"Who told you to sleep? Hmph. Just watch me turn you into a giant pig's head tonight."

Han Shuyu uncapped the marker, her face full of ill intent.

About five minutes later, Han Shuyu looked at her handiwork with satisfaction. After taking a picture with her phone, she cheerfully returned to her room.

The next morning, bright and early.

Han Shuyu woke up early. The reason she had gotten up so soon was entirely because she was looking forward to Lin Yuan's reaction when he saw his pig-like face.

But when she walked out of the room, she found the living room completely empty. Lin Yuan was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is he?"

Han Shuyu immediately called out "Lin Yuan" several times, but no one answered. She checked the bathroom as well, but there was no one there either.

Seeing this, Han Shuyu suddenly felt empty inside. She walked to the sofa in disappointment, sat down, and hugged a cushion.

She muttered, "Could he be angry with me?"

"I didn't even do anything."

"Was I too much last night?"

"I even lost my temper at him and left him alone in the living room."

Remembering her attitude the night before, a wave of guilt surged into her heart.

She did not know why she had acted that way. She had simply been inexplicably angry at the time.

"Oh no. What if he hates me from now on?"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"Han Shuyu, he must be angry. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left without saying goodbye."

Han Shuyu buried her head in the cushion. She regretted everything terribly and swore that if she could do it over again, she definitely would not act that way.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Just as she was blaming herself, the outside door opened with a creak.

Lin Yuan found her shouting at the cushion and was immediately at a loss.

"Han Shuyu, what are you freaking out about so early in the morning?"

Hearing that familiar voice, Han Shuyu froze. She seemed unable to believe it. Then she slowly raised her head and glanced toward the doorway from the corner of her eye.

Lin Yuan! It really was him!

"You... you... where did you go?" Han Shuyu stammered.

"I was hungry, so I went downstairs to buy breakfast."

"Did you hear or see anything just now?" Thinking of what she had been doing moments earlier, embarrassment instantly overwhelmed her.

"You mean there was a woman reciting scriptures first thing in the morning, saying that she was in the wrong and asking someone not to be angry?"

"Stop! Don't say anything more."

With that, she buried her head in the cushion again.

She had embarrassed herself beyond belief. It was mortifying. Right now, she wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Looking at her girlish appearance, Lin Yuan could not help laughing. "Childish! You drew all over my face while I was sleeping last night, and I haven't even settled the score with you yet."

In fact, he had noticed her the moment she left the room the night before. He simply had not wanted to disturb her "artistic mood," and it also gave her a chance to cool off, though he still had no idea what she had been angry about.

"Fine, fine. I'll draw it back on you. Is that good enough?"

Han Shuyu tossed aside the cushion and looked at him.

"Sure. I'll hold you to that."

At that moment, Han Shuyu shifted her gaze to the bag of breakfast Lin Yuan was holding.

"Good thing you have a conscience and knew to bring me breakfast."

"Who said I brought it for you? Can't I eat it myself?"

Without another word, Han Shuyu walked over and snatched the bag from Lin Yuan's hand.

She said with a grin, "Once it enters my house, it belongs to me."

Lin Yuan shook his head with a smile. "Director Han, that's forcibly seizing the people's hard-earned wealth. You're breaking the law despite knowing it. Do you have no party loyalty at all?"

"You're not the people."

"Then what am I?"

"You're Lin the Scoundrel. Hmph!"

"All right, all right. Hurry up and eat. I brought it for you in the first place."

"Hee-hee-hee." When Han Shuyu heard that he had specifically bought it for her, her heart suddenly felt a little sweet.

After washing up, Han Shuyu and Lin Yuan sat at the dining table.

"How did you know I like corn and shrimp rice rolls?"

"Can I say I just bought them at random?"

"What about yours?"

"I finished mine."

"No sense of loyalty. You ate yours first."

"Eating will keep your mouth occupied."

"Then thank you, Lin the Scoundrel."

"You're welcome, Director Han."

"Oh, right. I still haven't asked you—have you decided what you want to do now that you're back?" Han Shuyu looked at him and asked seriously.

"Secret."

"Tch, a secret? Why don't you take the civil service exam? Or find a job at a public institution. What do you think of the Tobacco Bureau? If you want, I can ask my father..."

"Stop!"

"I have my own plans."

"All right, all right. You're not going away again, are you?"

"Not necessarily."

Han Shuyu put down her chopsticks, and a trace of disappointment seemed to flash across her face.

"If you want to go somewhere in the future, can you tell me beforehand?"

"All right."

"Remember to keep your word."

"Han Shuyu, I'm starting to think you care about me a little too much. You're almost as concerned as my mom." Lin Yuan looked at her as he spoke.

Han Shuyu suddenly looked nervous and hurriedly explained, "Don't flatter yourself. I'm only concerned as a friend."

"Shu Yu." Lin Yuan suddenly leaned his face closer. They could feel each other's breath, making Han Shuyu's heart pound wildly.

"You... what are you trying to do?"

"You don't really want to be my mom, do you?"

"Lin—Yuan—"

Han Shuyu ground her teeth and raised her hand, intending to give Lin Yuan's arm a vicious twist.

Unfortunately, Lin Yuan dodged it.

"I'm telling you, can you please break this habit of twisting people's arms?"

"No."

Han Shuyu refused to let the matter go. She immediately rose from her seat, raised both hands, and advanced toward Lin Yuan with her fingers clawed.

"Don't come over! Men and women shouldn't touch each other!"