Desire! This Romance Is Overflowing with Ambiguous Atmosphere! So Sweet! - Chapter 30

Yu Zheng: “…”

He cracked open the can of beer in his hand, his dark eyes calmly fixed on her, then suddenly let out a frustrated laugh.

Forgetting him completely was one thing.

But why would she curse herself like this?

Wen Shiwu frowned. “What are you laughing at?”

“At you.” Yu Zheng suddenly felt much more at ease.

Wen Shiwu was a bit displeased. “We’re talking about such a heavy topic, and you’re laughing, it ruins the mood.”

She had noticed Yu Zheng wasn’t in a good state.

She wanted to have a heart-to-heart with him and cheer him up.

But Yu Zheng didn’t respond directly.

He lifted the beer can and took a sip, then couldn’t hold back anymore and turned his face away, laughing.

Wen Shiwu glared at him angrily.

Seeing Yu Zheng’s shoulders trembling with laughter, he swallowed the mouthful of beer, and his laughter grew even more unrestrained. The sea breeze carried the sound of his clear, bold laughter.

Wen Shiwu, irritated, put down her juice and asked in a huff, “What’s so funny, anyway?”

Yu Zheng turned back with a grin. “Isn’t she still alive and kicking?”

Wen Shiwu was taken aback but quickly understood.

She pressed her fingertip to her lips and looked at him with clear, deer-like eyes. “Did I say something wrong, then?”

But it was strange.

Being alive was one thing.

Being lively was another.

What did he mean by “alive and kicking”?

Who described their white moonlight like that?

“Not bad.” Yu Zheng still wore a smirk. “Anyway, if she heard this, she probably wouldn’t mind.”

Wen Shiwu: “Then your white moonlight must be pretty easygoing.”

Yu Zheng looked at her. “Yeah.”

After all, she was the one who said it.

And wasn’t she easygoing enough to forget all about him?

Wen Shiwu grew even more curious. “So, did you two drift apart? Separate? Or was there some kind of forced separation plot, like in those fanfics online?”

Thinking that Yu Zheng might not read fanfiction about himself, she explained, “I mean, there are lots of fans on Weibo writing fanfics about you and Dimple Sister. Fans who love your ‘white moonlight’ persona really enjoy them.”

“You read them too?” Yu Zheng asked.

Wen Shiwu shook her head, her smiling eyes bright and cheerful. “I still prefer your face.”

Yu Zheng let out a low, ambiguous chuckle.

He set down the empty beer can and lifted his chin to gaze at the endless sea, where the deep ocean merged with the night, its edges long lost to sight. “She forgot about me.”

“Ah?” Wen Shiwu was a bit shocked. “Even with a face like yours, someone could forget you?”

Yu Zheng raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. “I’d like to know how she managed to forget me, too.”

Wen Shiwu didn’t notice anything unusual.

She rested her chin on her hand and followed Yu Zheng’s gaze out to the sea. “Did you ever try to find her?”

“I did.”

“Did you ask her why?”

Yu Zheng didn’t answer.

He pulled his gaze back and stared at Wen Shiwu’s profile for a long time before slowly looking away.

“I didn’t ask.” Yu Zheng lowered his eyes, his long lashes casting shadows.

After a long silence, he added quietly, “Because even when I stood right in front of her, she didn’t recognize me.”

The mood of their nighttime conversation suddenly turned somber.

What was meant to be a heartfelt talk had taken a wrong turn, and Wen Shiwu felt awkward. She quickly tried to lighten the mood with a laugh. “It’s okay, Yu Zheng! I’m sure you’ll meet someone even better!”

Yu Zheng looked up. “She is the best.”

Wen Shiwu: “…”

Once again caught in a dilemma, Wen Shiwu couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward. She simply reached out, picked up the glass of juice, bit the straw, and looked away.

Seriously, save me.

Why did I have to pry into the topic of Dimple Girl in the first place!

Fortunately, Yu Zheng didn’t say anything more.

He stood up: “Shall we head back?”

Ji Yanchuan and the others had already returned earlier.

That young master, accustomed to his freedom, didn’t want to stay and be pestered by Xu Kening. Xia Zhuozhuo and Fu Yuji, on the other hand, seemed to find even breathing the same air torturous.

With the cameras gone, there was no need to keep up appearances.

Naturally, they finished their meal decisively and retreated to the romantic cottage arranged by the program crew, recharging their energy for the next day’s dating tasks.

Wen Shiwu set down her juice and stood up.

The evening breeze by the sea in June still carried a chill. Sitting at the table with the candlelight earlier, she hadn’t noticed it, but now, away from the lamps, she instantly felt the coolness.

She was wearing an off-the-shoulder evening gown.

Her shoulders and arms were exposed, and as the sea breeze brushed over them, she broke out in goosebumps.

Wen Shiwu wrapped her arms around herself.

But the next second,

A pleasant scent of oud and bergamot drifted over from her shoulder, seeping into her breath.

Wen Shiwu turned her gaze and met Yu Zheng’s peach-blossom eyes. His eyelashes were thick, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, and the flush from drinking strong liquor hadn’t yet faded, giving him a tipsy, almost lazy look.

His white tailcoat jacket was draped over her shoulders, instantly blocking out the chill of the sea breeze.

She smiled, her eyes curving: “Thank you, God Yu.”

“Call me Yu Zheng,” he corrected her in a low voice, his tone deeper and more magnetic after drinking.

Everyone else could worship him as a god, but she could not.

Wen Shiwu froze for a second.

But her little dimples soon bloomed, and she nodded with a smile: “Okay, Yu Zheng.”

Yu Zheng handed her a postcard he had written at some point, the photo side facing up.

As soon as Wen Shiwu took it, she wanted to flip it over to read the words.

Yu Zheng said softly, “Read it when you get back.”

Though Wen Shiwu found it a bit strange, she ultimately didn’t turn the postcard over, carefully tucking it into her bag instead, thinking, I’ll read it when I get back.

…

That night, Weibo was buzzing.

First, there was the iconic eye-contact moment between “seize the day CP”, followed by bloggers’ in-depth analyses confirming Wen Shiwu was the Dimple Girl.

In that night’s “Sweetest Real CP Poll,” seize the day CP took a commanding lead, winning first place. Everyone knew they weren’t real, but they couldn’t help voting for them anyway.

Wen Shiwu returned to the romantic cottage.

This was the villa arranged by the program crew for the guests, with each rumored couple sharing a floor but having separate rooms.

She didn’t rush to check Weibo.

Instead, she first took out the postcard signed by Yu Zheng, lay down on her bed, and flipped it over to read the words on the back.

Yu Zheng’s handwriting was beautiful.

The strokes were upright and elegant, with a free-spirited flair, excellent penmanship, smooth lines, and his signature was exceptionally gorgeous.

Clearly, he had practiced.

At the top of the postcard was the cursive English “To” that Yu Zheng had written in front of Wen Shiwu.

What followed wasn’t Wen Shiwu’s name.

But… Xiao Zhaoxi?

To Xiao Zhaoxi:

Meeting you in winter felt like withered wood greeting spring.

As we promised, we’ll meet at the peak.

Yu Zheng
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