After going downstairs, Su Jiuyi imdiately went to find Shi Aoju. He had just sent her a ssage saying he was waiting for her in the backyard, so she ran towards the backyard without stopping.
Not being rejected, she certainly wanted to tell him at the first possible mont. Initially, she thought the beginning between her and him was a mistake, perhaps facing opposition from many, even she herself felt that this would be a relationship without results. Unexpectedly, she had overco the hardest hurdle today.
From afar, Su Jiuyi saw a tall man standing under a tree, lazily leaning against the trunk, his long legs crossed. He was holding a cell phone, seemingly focused on whatever he was looking at.
Su Jiuyi knew Shi Aoju’s habits — he liked reading financial newspapers at ho and occasionally checked news on his phone when out.
Seeing him so engrossed, he was probably reading the news.
Thinking this, Su Jiuyi slowed her pace, worried that her sudden voice might disturb him. She stood about two ters away from him for a mont.
From her position, she could clearly see Shi Aoju’s profile — he was backlit, but the sunlight still touched him, making him appear like a descending king, surrounded by a radiant glow.
"Young Master Jue."
Seeing he hadn’t noticed soone nearby, Su Jiuyi gently called out.
He must have heard her voice, as the man slowly lifted his head. The chiseled contours of his face beca more pronounced, and his deep black eyes were filled with a captivating whirlpool, seemingly ready to draw one in.
"Calling ?"
Seeing Su Jiuyi, the man’s mouth curved upward. His smile was sowhat enigmatic.
For a mont, Su Jiuyi thought she had called the wrong person, mistaken the identity. The tone, manner, and way he smiled, really didn’t match the icy Shi Aoju she rembered.
She rubbed her eyes, trying to confirm her thoughts. But when she looked at the man again, she dismissed her previous ideas.
How could it not be him?
Thick eyebrows, deep eyes, an elegant nose, thin lips — all these features belong to Shi Aoju, handso enough to make one want to take a few more glances.
Su Jiuyi walked over to him and stopped about half a ter away, saying, "Your mother did not make things difficult for ."
"My mother?"
The man suddenly laughed, his smile carrying a touch of roguishness.
Su Jiuyi’s expression stiffened for a mont — is this man still the Shi Aoju she knows? Why does his way of smiling look nothing like him!
Is he ill?
"Are you feeling unwell?" Su Jiuyi said, reaching out to touch his forehead, hoping to gauge his temperature.
"You’re an interesting little maid." The man laughed, pushing her hand away playfully, "Are the Shi Family servants so unruly now, touching and feeling?"
"You..." For reasons unknown even to herself, Su Jiuyi instinctively took a step back, then watched him cautiously, "You’re not Young Master Jue!"
"I am," he said.
"You’re not." Having been with him for so long, interacted with him so frequently, how could she not be able to tell?
"I said I am." As the man spoke these words, a mischievous smile curved on his lips, his gaze a bit profound, leaving one unable to guess what he was thinking.
"You are not!" Su Jiuyi said.
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