The Eldest Lady always wants to have a double O Relationship with her old enemy - Chapter 39

Hearing the sound, the two of them instinctively turned around. But the smile on Shen Xianzhi’s face had already disappeared, and her whole body immediately went on guard. Her hands, which had been casually hanging by her sides, unknowingly clenched tightly.

Seeing the visitor, Shen Xianzhi’s heart involuntarily skipped a beat. “Teacher Hua yan?”

Hua yan nodded slightly to her and, without any courtesy, plopped down directly across from them. She immediately reached over and grabbed the small cake in front of Tang Yanzhao, who hadn’t started eating, and began eating it shamelessly—acting as if this place were her own home.

Oh, right—this hotel was indeed her family’s property.

“Hmph, what a coincidence,” Hua yan said playfully, looking at Tang Yanzhao. “Didn’t you say you never wanted to come here again?”

Shen Xianzhi didn’t interrupt, only turning to look at Tang Yanzhao with curiosity.

Tang Yanzhao slowly folded the used tissue she had just wiped her mouth with and threw it into the trash before calmly replying, “I never said that.”

Hua yan raised an eyebrow, seemingly thinking for a moment, then smiled. “Oh, that’s right, you didn’t say that. Haha, I just guessed that you didn’t really like it here, so I thought you’d never return.”

Shen Xianzhi finally understood—Tang Yanzhao hadn’t disliked the extravagant atmosphere of this city at all. Rather, she had lived here before and had unpleasant experiences, which made Huayan mistakenly think she’d never come back.

Hua yan? Right—what exactly was her relationship with Tang Yanzhao?

Previously, Yanzhao had said she was just the older sister of a neighboring family. Just a neighbor? That simple?

Shen Xianzhi silently observed the two of them.

Hua yan smiled fully and said, “Since you’re here, why not go to the old place?”

Tang Yanzhao wiped her hands with a tissue. “I’m still underage.”

Hua yan raised an eyebrow. “So what?”

“You’re a teacher, aren’t you? What do you think?” Tang Yanzhao asked flatly, her tone detached and imposing, as if daring anyone to question her.

But Hua yan clearly didn’t mind. She was used to this, finishing the last piece of cake before slowly saying, “I’m not a teacher in this city.”

“I’m still underage,” Tang Yanzhao responded as before.

“Pfft—” Hua yan propped her elbows on the table, hands crossed, chin resting on the back of her hand, and looked at her playfully. “How come I never realized you were so righteous?”

It was clearly meant as a slight criticism, yet it came out teasingly. Shen Xianzhi felt Huayan seemed like a big sister teasing a little friend she had watched grow up.

Tang Yanzhao, of course, didn’t respond.

Hua yan continued, “Your record has never been broken. Do you know there are people on the international dark web posting auctions with huge rewards for it?”

Auction? Huge rewards??

What incredible thing was this?

Tang Yanzhao wanted to cut ties with her past. Being reminded of it now tested her patience. Despite her politeness, a frown betrayed her irritation. “I don’t want to talk about the past. Please don’t mention it. Let’s just say the old Tang Yanzhao is dead, alright?”

Hua yan’s lips twitched downward. “Yanzhao, you know you have the ability to get anything you want. Life is only thirty thousand days—why not enjoy the talents the heavens have given you?”

Tang Yanzhao couldn’t take it anymore. She took Shen Xianzhi’s hand—without asking her first—and left Hua yan’s sight without looking back.

Through the bustling crowd, Shen Xianzhi tugged gently on Tang Yanzhao’s hand. Tang Yanzhao noticed and stopped, looking back at her. Shen Xianzhi, panting and holding her waist, clearly exhausted from the walk.

Tang Yanzhao apologized sincerely. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Shen Xianzhi swallowed, cleared her throat, and said, “Do you have two lungs in your body? You ran all this way without even breathing hard.”

Tang Yanzhao pressed her lips together and blankly explained, “Maybe it’s because I usually go running?”

Shen Xianzhi laughed—how could this person be so seriously cute?

She held Tang Yanzhao’s hand again and pointed to the aquarium entrance nearby. “Shall we go in and play?”

Tang Yanzhao was delighted.

By the time they entered, the performance had already started. Cheers and laughter echoed, showing how exciting it was.

They sat in the middle. A beluga whale leapt into the air, tracing a perfect parabolic arc, eliciting applause.

Since they had arrived near the end, the show soon ended, and many people approached the trainers to feed and pet the whales. The belugas were very friendly.

Seeing this, Shen Xianzhi elbowed Tang Yanzhao. “Do you know why trainers feed belugas ice?”

Tang Yanzhao responded seriously: “Belugas are cetaceans usually living below 50 meters in the ocean, where the ideal temperature is 6–8°C. They don’t chew their food but swallow it whole, which produces a lot of body heat. Ice helps them cool down and stay comfortable.”

Shen Xianzhi smiled meaningfully. “So this ice has a scientific name…”

“Deep Whale Ice,” Tang Yanzhao said slowly.

Shen Xianzhi burst out laughing.

Why was Yanzhao so cute?

The joke wasn’t funny; it was Yanzhao’s straight-faced delivery that made Shen Xianzhi laugh.

She remembered that in the previous life, after the avalanche, Tang Yanzhao had been almost invisible to her. Even when they met, she would quickly avoid Shen Xianzhi’s gaze.

Shen Xianzhi had never minded, and as time passed, her irritation faded. But after she healed, Shen Xiaoyin had gone to Europe. For a month, Shen Xianzhi had been swamped with work and hardly received any calls.

Though the Shen family was wealthy and influential, Shen Xianzhi and Shen Xiaoyin were effectively mother and daughter. But with her mother busy, Shen Xianzhi was neglected. She felt angry and frustrated but had to understand her mother. She wanted to be affectionate but could only send a voice message saying, “Mom, I miss you.”

On New Year’s Eve, with fireworks lighting the sky, she sat alone by the window in the huge villa. Loneliness surrounded her like a ghost.

So she went to the aquarium to see living creatures.

There weren’t as many as in the hotel, but she remembered a young beluga there.

A paper airplane unexpectedly flew to her feet that night. Inside was a note about feeding ice to the beluga.

Even when speechless, people would smile.

Shen Xianzhi smiled.

The handwriting on the paper airplane was identical to Yanzhao’s. Shen Xianzhi hadn’t expected anyone to silently watch over her on New Year’s Eve.

Yanzhao’s love was so heavy that Shen Xianzhi didn’t know how to respond. The only thing she could do was to love her with all her might.

Yet Yanzhao’s love was also light, so subtle that Shen Xianzhi hadn’t noticed it even until death, requiring a system’s reminder and rebirth to rewrite the ending.

Shen Xianzhi smiled until tears welled up. Tang Yanzhao’s heart trembled and instinctively wiped them away. “Why are you crying?”

Shen Xianzhi shook her head and buried herself in Tang Yanzhao’s arms. “Yanzhao, I told you, you’re very important to me. So you must take care of yourself.”

Tang Yanzhao frowned slightly, hesitated for two seconds, but returned the hug. Her chest felt warm, yet her heart sank hearing Shen Xianzhi’s soft sniffling. She could only answer heavily: “I know.”

Shen Xianzhi suddenly turned her head, pinched her throat, and began coughing violently. Tang Yanzhao panicked and held her shoulder. “Does it hurt again?”

“Nothing,” Shen Xianzhi said, using her usual line.

Tang Yanzhao pressed her own chest, slightly accelerated but not as bad. Yet Shen Xianzhi’s visible discomfort made her judgment falter. What was the real cause?

Tang Yanzhao, flustered, followed her back to rest and recover.

The next morning, before Shen Xianzhi woke, the room’s phone rang urgently. Tang Yanzhao silenced it. Shen Xianzhi, still drowsy, grabbed her wrist and mumbled, “Who is it?”

Softly, it brushed Tang Yanzhao’s heart. She glanced at the display: “It’s Ye Tao.”

Shen Xianzhi took a deep breath, stretched on the bed, and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t answer.”

Shen Xianzhi nodded, slightly propping herself up, then fell back onto the bed, exhausted.

The phone rang again. Tang Yanzhao answered and put it on speaker, leaning toward Shen Xianzhi.

Before either could speak, a terrified cry came through. The remaining drowsiness in Shen Xianzhi instantly vanished. She turned to Tang Yanzhao, grabbed the phone, and looked at the screen with bleary eyes.

“Hello, Taozi? What happened?”

“Xianzhi, hurry! Jiang Lan is about to be beaten to death!”

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