Socially Anxious Little Pitiful Wears the Role of the Male Lead’s Gold-Digging Ex-Girlfriend

Chapter 38

Si Yiheng let out a soft chuckle when he saw the message Ye Ning sent over. He caught Little Orange and brought it back. Alright, Baby Yu just doesn't want to see me.

Si Yiheng stared at the word video for two seconds.

He stood up, walked to the walk-in closet, and pulled a black shirt from a row of them. After a moment's thought, he put it back and changed into a dark gray one instead.

After changing his clothes, Si Yiheng returned to the living room. Little Orange was lying on the sofa, licking its paws. Si Yiheng crouched down, propped his phone up on the coffee table, and adjusted the angle.

The camera pointed toward the bottom of the sofa, capturing exactly the area from his waist down.

Si Yiheng picked up a cat teaser wand with a small furball tied to the end. He dangled the furball in front of Little Orange. Come here, Little Orange.

Si Yiheng tapped the video call button.

It was answered almost instantly on the other end.

Ye Ning's face instantly appeared on the large screen. Seeing Shu Yu covering her face, Ye Ning disabled her own camera and said with a grin, Brother! Where is Little Orange? Show Little Orange to my friend.

Si Yiheng aimed the camera at Little Orange, keeping his own face out of the frame.

Right here.

The words were spoken in a steady tone, with a deep bass resonance that seemed to overflow from his chest.

On the other side of the screen, Shu Yu leaned against the hospital bed while Ye Ning held the phone up right beside her. The screen displayed a chubby, orange cat chasing a furball.

The moment the voice came through, Shu Yu's fingers unconsciously gripped the blanket tightly.

The voice was deep and slightly husky, giving her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Shu Yu felt certain she had heard this voice somewhere before.

But she couldn't recall where.

Shu Yu stared at the large hand on the screen. The camera occasionally caught glimpses of Si Yiheng's hand, revealing long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles and a thin layer of calluses between the thumb and index finger, as it gently waved the cat teaser.

Those hands were also familiar.

Shu Yu suddenly felt a bit uneasy.

Ye Ning looked a bit puzzled. Since when is my brother so pretentious? He is actually wearing red-soled leather shoes at home.

Shu Yu subconsciously glanced toward the bottom of the screen.

Beneath the dark gray trouser hems was a pair of black leather shoes. The splash of red on the soles was particularly conspicuous under the indoor lighting.

Ning Ning, Shu Yu leaned close to Ye Ning's ear, keeping her voice extremely low. Your brother looks really tall. His legs... His legs looked so familiar too.

Ye Ning turned to look at her, blinked, and suddenly said with a serious face, When you break up with your boyfriend, I will introduce my brother to you.

Shu Yu's brain short-circuited for a moment. ...Huh?

Break up right now?

Ye Ning grew more enthusiastic the more she spoke, not lowering her voice in the slightest. My brother works out every day. His body fat percentage is super low, and he looks incredibly capable.

Shu Yu's face instantly flushed completely red. She lunged over to cover Ye Ning's mouth. Ning Ning!

With her mouth covered, Ye Ning let out muffled sounds. She was still laughing, her eyes curving into little crescents.

It was quiet for a moment on the other end of the screen.

Then Si Yiheng's voice rang out, a pitch lower than before, carrying a hint of danger. Ye Ning.

Ye Ning broke free from Shu Yu's hand and spoke teasingly toward the screen. Alright, alright, my brother obviously doesn't have what it takes. If you break up with your boyfriend, don't get together with him. He is old-fashioned and only loves his work.

Si Yiheng didn't say anything on his end.

Shu Yu wished she could crawl under the bed.

But right at that moment, she heard an extremely soft laugh come from the other end.

It was very brief, as if it had accidentally slipped out, yet the trailing note was deep and gentle.

Then Si Yiheng's voice sounded again, much softer than before, carrying an unconscious tenderness. He was speaking to Little Orange: Come here, silly little cat.

Silly, little, cat.

Shu Yu parted her lips.

Why was this dialogue so familiar?

Shu Yu no longer had any mind to look at Little Orange.

Shu Yu: Iron Egg, don't you think there is something off about Ye Ning's brother? Why is he so familiar!