Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? - Chapter 39.1

Back at home, Sui Yu still wasn’t quite at ease. She pulled out some digestive tablets and insisted that Shen Jueshu take them. Once she’d watched her swallow them, she went upstairs to run a warm bath, then came back down and gently said, “Why don’t you go take a bath first?”

Shen Jueshu looked up at her and gave a small nod.

After she headed upstairs, Sui Yu glanced at the darkening sky outside. It was still fairly early, so she busied herself around the house. By the time Shen Jueshu came back downstairs, freshly bathed, she found Sui Yu standing there holding a microphone, smiling brightly.

“It’s still early. Want to sing a few songs?” Sui Yu spoke into the mic with a grin.

Shen Jueshu: “…”

Since this world didn’t have the specific songs Sui Yu liked, she just sang them from memory.

“Friends walk together all their lives, those days are gone, one sentence… a lifetime…”

Shen Jueshu: “………………”

Her expression was stiff and unreadable. For a moment, she even began to suspect that Sui Yu had chosen this particular song on purpose—perhaps trying to send a message in a subtle, roundabout way.

“Eh? Was it bad?” Sui Yu asked, puzzled by her expression. She knew she was a little tone-deaf, but this song was honestly one of the few she could sing passably.

Shen Jueshu averted her gaze. “Do you have anything else? I don’t want to hear this one.”

She didn’t want to keep hearing the word “friends,” again and again.

“Oh, not a fan? I’ll switch.” Sui Yu quickly obliged, starting a new song:
“A porcelain base traced in blue, the brush’s stroke fades from deep to light…”

Even if she wasn’t a great singer, she didn’t feel self-conscious in front of Shen Jueshu. She sang seriously, finishing each song with focus and heart.

Shen Jueshu didn’t laugh or interrupt. She just sat there quietly, listening. Sui Yu’s voice was naturally pleasant—even if slightly off-key, it never grated. And the songs she sang afterward were decent. Before long, Shen Jueshu found the corners of her lips curling upward unconsciously.

Seeing that she’d lightened Shen Jueshu’s mood, Sui Yu smiled more brightly herself. She turned and asked, “Do you want to sing one? I’ve been hogging the mic.”

Shen Jueshu glanced at the microphone she was being offered and thought for a moment. Then she shook her head. “I don’t know how to sing.”

She really had never sung out loud before.

“Ah…” Sui Yu looked a little disappointed but didn’t push. After a couple more songs, she grew bored of singing solo and put the mic down. She turned on a game instead, handed a controller to Shen Jueshu, and said, “Let’s play. We still haven’t finished that level from last time.”

Shen Jueshu took the controller and sat beside her. The two of them were seated closely—close enough that their shoulders sometimes brushed when they moved. Shen Jueshu lowered her gaze slightly and caught a soft scent of geranium from Sui Yu’s hair and skin.

That familiar scent, paired with the warm contentment in her pheromones, made Shen Jueshu smile faintly.

At the very least, Sui Yu was genuinely happy when she was with her.

“By the way, when I went to see Siyue today, I ran into Li Jiang!” Sui Yu said while playing, a gleeful tone in her voice. “She actually became a sponsor for the show—just to have an excuse to get into the filming site!”

That kind of move? So obvious even Sima Zhao would be impressed.

“Hm?” Shen Jueshu let out a quiet hum of curiosity. “She did that just to see Siyue?”

“I think so!” Sui Yu answered firmly. Then she chuckled and added, “And to mess with her a little, I told her that Siyue was wondering if she liked Mo Yu!”

Shen Jueshu gave her a sideways glance. No wonder Li Jiang called earlier today, trying to fish for information—asking if I’d ever heard Siyue say something like that.

“Such a schemer,” Shen Jueshu laughed quietly. She could already imagine Li Jiang tossing and turning at night, haunted by that one sentence.

“Hmph, I was just teasing her.” Sui Yu sniffed with no trace of guilt. She didn’t think she’d gone too far.

Shen Jueshu shook her head. “Do you really dislike her that much?”

Every time they met, Sui Yu always had something to say.

Sui Yu’s hands paused on the controller for a second, and she sighed. “I don’t actually dislike her. Honestly, I kind of admire her.”

At a young age, Li Jiang was already managing her family business impressively well. Her character was relatively clean too—no shady scandals. Objectively speaking, she was a very desirable catch.

“Then why…” Shen Jueshu started.

“Why do I still go after her like that?” Sui Yu shrugged. “Even though I know she hasn’t done anything wrong, I’m Siyue’s friend. From her point of view, watching her bend over backward for someone who didn’t appreciate her—turning herself into a doormat—I can’t help resenting Li Jiang a little.”

Logic told her it wasn’t fair. But emotionally, she couldn’t help it.

“Besides, don’t you think she’s just asking for it?” Sui Yu huffed. “She’s exactly like those characters in novels who only realize what they’ve lost after it’s too late. She didn’t care when Siyue was chasing her, and now that Siyue has stopped, suddenly she’s interested.”

Shen Jueshu didn’t know what to say to that. After a long silence, she finally said softly, “But love… doesn’t always turn out the way we want it to.”

“When you like someone deeply, it doesn’t mean they’ll respond right away—or at all.”

Just like now, she thought silently, you still want to be my friend, don’t you?

“I know,” Sui Yu murmured, resting her chin on her knees as she hugged them to her chest. Her voice carried a trace of melancholy. “There’s no such thing as perfectly mutual love in reality. It’s normal for feelings to go unanswered. Still… emotions don’t always listen to reason.”

She had never been in a relationship herself, but she’d seen enough people suffer over love—falling apart and getting back together—it was all too common. And yet, watching those kinds of emotional entanglements always made her uneasy.

She was afraid that if she ever fell for someone, they wouldn’t return her feelings. Or worse—maybe they’d like each other for a while, but drift apart in the end.

She didn’t have the energy for heartbreak after heartbreak. What if she fell for someone unstable one day? That fear alone had kept her heart guarded.

Shen Jueshu quietly set down her controller. Her voice was soft. “You asked me once what kind of person I like. What about you? What’s your type?”

That question gave Sui Yu pause. Her expression became slightly dazed. “I’ve never really thought about it. I always assumed I’d just live alone my whole life, so I never imagined an ideal type.”

“So… you’ve never liked anyone before?” Shen Jueshu’s voice softened even further.

“That’s right,” Sui Yu replied with a slightly muffled tone. At 25, never having had a crush felt a little embarrassing to admit.

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