Shen Jiawen

Luo Shiyi: ...

*Call you "brother"? In your dreams!*

*This guy is definitely drunk!*

At least he wasn't suspicious about her identity.

Luo Shiyi didn't know whether to be furious or relieved.

Her face cold, she used both hands to push the man away and maintained that distance all the way to the Shen family estate.

After getting out of the car, Shen Xiuyi finally stopped causing trouble. His expression turned cold again, and he returned to the demeanor of the fourth young master of the Shen family, striding ahead with his long legs.

Luo Shiyi followed closely behind.

The man's height and stride quickly created a gap between them.

It was at this moment that a servant who had been following them approached Luo Shiyi and whispered, "Miss, the third young master asked you to go to his room to see him after you returned."

The servant even kindly pointed her in the right direction.

Shen Jiawen was looking for her?

Luo Shiyi pursed her lips and ignored it, heading straight to her own room.

Just as she was about to close the door, it was forcefully stopped by an external force.

"Weren't you supposed to come to my bedroom to find me? Why didn't you?"

The newcomer had the typical Shen family looks—refined and handsome, with a defined jawline. However, his peach blossom eyes were filled with flirtatiousness and mischief.

Luo Shiyi had seen his photo before and wasn't surprised. "Uncle, is there something you need?"

Though her eyebrows faintly showed impatience, her tone betrayed none of it. "It's too late tonight, Uncle. If there's something, we can talk tomorrow during the day."

Shen Jiawen scoffed and looked up. When he saw her face clearly, his eyes lit up with admiration.

He licked his lips. "Uncle's not leaving. My niece just got back, and I want to have a good chat with her."

The two of them stood at a stalemate at the door, which wasn't ideal.

Luo Shiyi frowned in frustration and finally let him in, closing the door behind him. Her voice was icy. "Uncle, if you have something to say, get to the point."

"No rush." Shen Jiawen was clearly more interested in the woman in front of him than any so-called "business." "Are you the actress your company sent? You're really pretty. Do you have a boyfriend?"

Luo Shiyi: ?

*What's going on these days? Did I stumble into a den of playboys? Why are all these guys so obsessed with their baser instincts?*

She glanced sideways at his hand, which was about to land on her shoulder. "Mr. Shen, we only have a professional relationship. My personal matters are none of your concern. Please don't overstep."

Shen Jiawen was taken aback but then chuckled softly. "You're quite young, but you've got quite the temper."

He didn't take her words seriously. His hand moved upward, aiming to touch her delicate face as he leaned in closer. "How old are you? 17? 18? You can't be older than 20. At such a young age, you're already working to earn such hard money. Why not come with me? I've never mistreated a woman…"

Luo Shiyi had had enough. She grabbed his outstretched hand and threw him over her shoulder, slamming him into the wall. "Mr. Shen, I advise you to behave yourself!"

Shen Jiawen was first shocked, then burst into low laughter. "I didn't expect you to be such a feisty little wildcat."

He rubbed his sore wrist as he got up, his eyes narrowing. "You're being so arrogant. Be careful I don't fire you. People should know their place and not mistake themselves for a true Shen family heiress."

Luo Shiyi sneered. "Fire me? Sure, let's see who suffers more."

She dropped the smile and delivered a calm but threatening warning. "Mr. Shen, you're the one who needs to know your place. We're in this together now. If you keep acting unreasonably, I'll quit on the spot. Let's see how you handle that in the Shen family."

Shen Jiawen's smile faded, but his interest only deepened.

It had been years since he'd encountered a woman who could ignite his desire to conquer.

Looking at her beautiful face, he spoke slowly. "I genuinely like you."

"Sure you do," Luo Shiyi replied impatiently. "Do you have any actual business to discuss? If not, get out!"

Her demeanor was utterly domineering, with none of the obedient act she put on for Shen Xiuyi.

"No rush. Isn't a life-changing matter also important?" Shen Jiawen raised an eyebrow, staring at her alluring lips before abruptly asking, "Have you ever kissed before?"

Luo Shiyi: *Old man, subway, phone.JPG*

"The records say you're just about the same age as Jiawen—barely an adult. Probably inexperienced, right? Rather than letting someone else have the first chance, why not try with me? Don't worry, I'm experienced, and I'll make sure it's the best for you."

Luo Shiyi silently flexed her wrist. "I'm also very experienced at landing punches."

Shen Jiawen chuckled. "I'm just joking."

His expression turned more serious. "Tomorrow night, there's a celebration banquet for you. Don't mess it up."

Luo Shiyi frowned. "That's it?"

Shen Jiawen lifted his hand flirtatiously, pretending to caress her face in the air. "I was just worried you wouldn't be able to handle the pressure. But now it seems your presence is more than sufficient."

Luo Shiyi took a step back and unceremoniously showed him the door. "If we're done here, Uncle, you can leave now."

"Not so fast." Shen Jiawen raised an eyebrow, about to tease her some more, when there was a knock at the door.

Both of them froze.

"Shen Jiayi."

Shen Xiuyi's cool voice came through, sounding like a thunderclap to their ears.

Luo Shiyi and Shen Jiawen exchanged glances. Luo Shiyi was figuring out how to get Shen Jiawen to hide, but the voice outside spoke again, without a trace of intoxication. "Tell Shen Jiawen to get out."

Luo Shiyi: *Oh, great.*

Shen Jiawen also frowned in annoyance and let out a "tsk."

He and Shen Xiuyi were about the same age, both born late in the Shen family. Shen Jiawen had always despised this younger brother.

Perhaps because there was no response for a long time, the voice outside spoke again. "Shen Jiayi."

The tone was mild, but it carried a hint of impatience.

Luo Shiyi had no doubt that if she didn't open the door, he would break it down in the next second.

She shot a venomous glare at the troublesome Shen Jiawen and hurriedly opened the door. "L-Little Uncle."

The last word faded on her lips.

The man in front of her had apparently just showered. He was wearing a black shirt, and his wet hair was dripping water, making him look irresistibly sexy.

This scene… felt eerily familiar.

Luo Shiyi froze for a few seconds before snapping out of it. "Little Uncle?"

Shen Xiuyi didn't respond. His deep eyes scanned her briefly, found nothing amiss, and then looked past her to the man behind her.

Shen Jiawen chuckled carelessly, ignoring his gaze.

Though the two men didn't directly lock eyes, it felt like sparks were flying between them.

Luo Shiyi quietly stepped back, trying to minimize her presence.

However, just as she was about to make her escape, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. "Jiayi."

Luo Shiyi's years of training made her instinctively break free, but only then did she realize how abnormal her reaction had been.

She stiffened. "Little Uncle?"

The brief surprise in Shen Xiuyi's eyes vanished, and he didn't press further. He simply said, "Come with me."

Luo Shiyi: ? *Shouldn't this be a fight between the two men? What does it have to do with a bystander like me?*