Chapter 86: Madam, you surely wouldn’t want to...

Wen Nan looked at the woman before him.

Something was wrong.

Wasn’t it she who messaged him, inviting him over to celebrate her birthday? Yet the look on her face suggested she had no recollection of the matter at all.

Could it be that the woman he’d seen earlier in the CEO’s office wasn’t truly Li Shuyi? Impossible. The first time Wen Nan and Li Shuyi met eyes in the CEO’s office, the system had distinctly provided her character profile.

Then… was this one a fake?

Wen Nan stared straight into the woman’s eyes and summoned the system in his mind.

Once again, he successfully scanned the character profile.

So, the woman before him—she was indeed Li Shuyi.

The system’s prompt continued in his mind—

{Name: Li Shuyi (Shushu)}
{Identity: The young housewife next door, fierce as a wolf or tiger}
{Background: Li Shuyi, thirty years old, was once a carefree homemaker. Three years ago, her husband died in an accident.
Rushing to the scene, Li Shuyi cradled her husband’s body and sobbed uncontrollably. Overwhelmed by grief, she fainted on the spot.
When she awoke in the hospital, it was as if she had died and come back—her days became a haze, reality for her transformed into a distant, dreamlike realm, far removed and unreal.
Her husband left her enough wealth for three lifetimes, but she felt no joy. She loved him too deeply; losing him meant losing her whole existence. Money and property were empty, meaningless things.
Since then, Li Shuyi lived alone, her life reduced to monotony, with nothing left but money.
Occasionally, she would go out with friends, but they all had jobs and families, unable to keep her company.
At this time, you, her neighbor, appeared, gradually stepping into her life.
Li Shuyi appreciated your kindness and care, felt a fondness for you, but her love for her late husband kept her from letting go of the past or accepting a deeper relationship with you.
Thus, she remained polite and distant.
Tonight, on this special day, she stayed home alone, laying her husband’s clothes on the sofa, immersing herself completely in memories of the past, unable to extricate herself.
And you, at her most vulnerable moment, appeared at her door.}
{Difficulty to win her over: six stars}

Reading this, Wen Nan fell into thought.

At a glance, the profile was much like the one he’d seen that morning in the CEO’s office.

But upon closer inspection, the details were utterly different.

There was much hidden within.

Wen Nan gazed at the weary young housewife before him and, smiling, said, “Perhaps I remembered wrong?”

He stood from the sofa, turned toward the refrigerator in the dining room, and asked, “I’m a bit thirsty. Do you have any chilled cola here?”

Li Shuyi snapped back to herself and nodded quickly, “Yes, yes, I’ll get it for you.”

She turned and hurried, rushing ahead of Wen Nan to the refrigerator.

“Thank you,” Wen Nan said, following her to the fridge.

She opened the door, revealing a row of cold cola cans and, on the shelf inside, a seven-inch birthday cake.

Just as expected…

Satisfied at seeing the anticipated scene, Wen Nan stepped back half a pace.

Li Shuyi, upon seeing the cake, froze in place, unable to recover for a long moment, as if struck by lightning.

“Shuyi, are you alright?” Wen Nan feigned concern.

Li Shuyi quickly regained herself, flustered, grabbed a can of cola from the fridge door, slammed it shut, and turned to force a smile at Wen Nan. “No, nothing’s wrong. Don’t stand here—let’s sit on the sofa.”

She handed him the cola.

“Thank you.”

Wen Nan reached out to take it; distracted for a moment, his fingers brushed against her cold hand.

Li Shuyi withdrew her hand as if shocked, hiding it behind her back.

9527: {Attention, target ‘the fierce young housewife next door’, current progress decreased to 9%.}

Wen Nan: ?

A mere accidental touch, and the progress dropped by one percent?

Back in the CEO’s office, a furtive touch of Wen Nan’s chest had raised it to ten percent.

Lost in thought, Wen Nan watched as Li Shuyi skirted him and walked to the sofa. He followed and sat beside her.

Li Shuyi chose the single armchair nearby, placed her hands on her lap, fingers tightly entwined, looking extremely tense.

Silence lingered. As Wen Nan considered breaking the awkward atmosphere, Li Shuyi spoke first:

“Mr. Ye, thank you for coming to see me tonight.

“This afternoon, I… I invited you because I’d had too much to drink; my mind was unclear, and I acted on impulse.

“Today… today is a rather special day. I’m also not feeling well, so I might not be able to entertain you. Perhaps we could meet another time, would that be alright?”

Was she sending him away?

Wen Nan paused, then asked, “Shuyi, do you know where the g. spot is?”

Li Shuyi stared at Wen Nan, incredulous, and after a long moment, replied in a tone both embarrassed and furious, “Mr. Ye, how can you ask such a question—and on a day like this, in my home, in front of my…”

She swallowed the words “late husband,” leaving them unsaid.

But tears shimmered faintly in her eyes, as if genuinely wounded by Wen Nan’s question.

After so many years in Peach Blossom Psychiatric Hospital, Wen Nan had encountered all manner of patients; he was adept at reading people, especially those like Li Shuyi.

He could tell she was truly a little angered by his question.

More importantly, Wen Nan realized she genuinely had no idea about the existence of the secret g. spot.

He couldn’t go on interacting with her like this—their rapport would only decline, not improve.

Moreover, Wen Nan would never be able to get the clues he needed for his main quest from her.

He had to find a way to bring back the “Li Shuyi” from this morning.

Thoughts whirled through Wen Nan’s mind, plunging him into silence.

Meanwhile, Li Shuyi’s embarrassment and anger began to swell, her pupils trembling, her body shivering slightly.

Wen Nan narrowed his eyes, sensing the prelude to a turning point, and waited quietly.

Yet the expected turning point did not arrive.

Li Shuyi suppressed her emotions, stood up, and walked toward the bedroom, leaving Wen Nan with only a single sentence: “Please leave, Mr. Ye.”

Watching her disappear behind the bedroom door, Wen Nan did not leave. After a moment, he opened the door and found Li Shuyi sitting by the bed, clutching her late husband’s clothes and silently weeping.

She was stunned to see Wen Nan enter without leaving; looking up with tearful eyes, she asked, “You… how…”

Wen Nan walked slowly up to her, bracing his hands on either side to trap her at the bedside. Then, in a voice full of seductive intent, he whispered in her ear:

“Madam, you wouldn’t want your late husband to see what I’m about to do with you…”

(End of this chapter)