"Compensation? You want to throw money at me again? Why do you reek of money? Is money all you ever think about?"
Shen Yannian thought for a moment before answering:
"A car would be fine too."
Su Cimu rolled his eyes hard, unwilling to bother with Shen Yannian. He simply shut his eyes and leaned against his shoulder to rest.
Su Cimu did not say another word to Shen Yannian all the way to Huaishan Manor.
The moment the driver brought the car to a stop, Su Cimu opened the door, dashed out, and headed straight into the house.
Shen Yannian smiled dotingly, then slowly followed him.
"Second Master, the young gentleman stormed in just now, and now he's gone back to his room. What happened?"
Butler Shen looked at Shen Yannian in bewilderment as he asked.
Shen Yannian smiled. "Don't worry. He's just acting up with me. I only need to coax him a little. Come upstairs and call us when dinner is ready."
"Yes, Second Master."
With that, Shen Yannian went upstairs and headed straight for their bedroom.
As soon as he entered, he saw Su Cimu sitting on the edge of the bed, puffed up like a pufferfish with anger, pummeling a pillow in his arms.
Shen Yannian felt that he was that pillow in Su Cimu's hands, entirely at his mercy.
"Sweetheart, if you need to vent, hit me. Why hit the pillow?"
Shen Yannian discreetly rescued the pillow from his arms, then set it at the head of the bed and even gave it a pat.
"Hit you? Are you sure? One punch from this young master might draw blood!"
"How did I not know my sweetheart was capable of domestic violence? That won't do. I'm a delicate flower. You should cherish me, sweetheart."
"Shen Yannian, you're shameless! Who calls themselves delicate? Which one of us is the gong, you or me?"
"Oh? You want to be the gong, sweetheart? I have no objections. As long as you can beat me in bed, I'll let you reverse our roles."
Shen Yannian smiled dotingly, looking as though he did not care about the question of "gong and shou" at all.
But Su Cimu knew Shen Yannian far too well. A domineering, controlling, dictatorial bastard like him would never let him reverse their roles! There wasn't the slightest chance!
"Hmph, stop changing the subject. Don't forget, you made me angry, and you haven't soothed me yet."
"Then can you tell me why you're angry, sweetheart?"
"Well, of course it's... it's..."
"It's what?" Shen Yannian very patiently prompted him to continue.
Su Cimu thought back over their earlier conversation. It seemed... there really hadn't been anything worth getting angry about. Instead, he had been the one making unreasonable demands all along. Shen Yannian had already been more than indulgent with him.
But Young Master Su was a notorious little troublemaker. He would never admit that he was acting up.
He folded his arms, stood, and looked down at Shen Yannian, who was sitting on the edge of the bed:
"You made this young master angry, and you still need me to tell you why? What use are you as my fiancé, then? I might as well just get a new one!"
"Sweetheart, what did you say? Get a new fiancé? I suggest you take that back. Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences."
Shen Yannian made no attempt to conceal his threat, instinctively making Su Cimu sense danger, but he remained defiant:
"Hmph, there's nothing this young master can't bear. If you can't soothe me, I'll get a new fian-"
"Mmph, mmph-"
Half an hour later, Butler Shen came upstairs to knock on the door and call them to dinner, only to hear suggestive panting coming from inside while he was still at the door. So startled, he hurriedly retreated from the second floor.