◎Politely Closed Her Eyes——◎
Jian Youyou suspected Yu Hekun might have some kind of mental disorder. One moment he’d be raging like he wanted to kill someone, and the next, he’d stand there quietly, letting her kiss and hug him—reminding her of the stray dog in her neighborhood that would only eat if it felt like it.
Now, with the drizzle just stopping and the sky clearing, she wrapped her arms around Yu Hekun’s neck and looked up at his unexpectedly docile expression—a stark contrast to the man who had just yanked her around over a jacket.
Jian Youyou decided she’d have to review the later plot developments tonight to figure out whether Yu Hekun actually had issues.
Just as she was thinking this, Yu Hekun had another episode. He grabbed her wrists, pulled her arms from around his neck, and shoved them away, frowning. "Why are you always so handsy? Behave!"
With that, he turned and continued running down the hill, his retreating figure unmistakably fleeing.
Jian Youyou was baffled. This wasn’t behaving?
If she really misbehaved, she’d scare him half to death.
Shrugging, she zipped up her jacket and followed Yu Hekun at a distance, neither of them speaking. The cool breeze after the rain made Yu Hekun shiver violently, but Jian Youyou barely noticed, lost in her own thoughts.
Honestly, she found it frustrating. Every time she painstakingly charmed a guy she liked—shy, gentle, fair-skinned, and innocent, the kind any normal girl her age would swoon over—just when she suggested taking things further after two weeks of patience, they’d bolt.
Every. Single. Time.
And always with the same accusation: "You don’t actually like me! You just want a hookup!"
As a 23-year-old virgin, Jian Youyou always protested, "But it’d be my first time!"
Yet her boyfriends never believed her, dumping her on the spot.
She still hadn’t figured out why. Bian Xia would just laugh herself silly and tell her to wait for the guy to make the first move.
Jian Youyou would snap back, "Didn’t you say bedroom compatibility is crucial for a lasting relationship?!"
Cue more hysterical laughter from Bian Xia.
After two such disasters, Jian Youyou gave up on dating altogether. What was the point of all that effort just to parrot "I love you" all day? Otherwise, they’d whine about her not caring enough.
In her mind, dating was just two people pairing up to enjoy their youth—simple attraction, hormones at play. Turning it into some grand "love" felt fake. If it were real love, wouldn’t they be devastated after a breakup? Yet they always moved on instantly. The thought alone annoyed her.
Why bother with romance when she could just eat an extra bowl of rice instead?
Ironically, the lovey-dovey nonsense she scorned in real life was now something she had to patiently repeat to a mentally unstable man in this novel world—who didn’t even want to hear it.
Watching Yu Hekun’s trembling legs as he stubbornly ran ahead, Jian Youyou smirked. Like it or not, she’d keep saying it. After all, he was the sugar daddy.
We’d have no connection if not for your money!
Speeding up, she caught up to him.
Yesterday, she’d found a jade bracelet in her dresser. Once she finished the next plot point, she’d ask to take it home. Ms. Shuiyue had always wanted a real one but couldn’t bring herself to buy one, afraid she’d break it while working. If Jian Youyou brought it back and claimed she’d "found" it, her mom wouldn’t feel guilty wearing it.
She could already picture it—her mother grumbling about "cheap knockoffs" while secretly stroking the bracelet with reverence. The thought made her grin wider.
That grin only grew when she finally caught Yu Hekun at the mansion’s gate. She slapped his shoulder and lied through her teeth, "You’re so fast, Yu Zong! I could barely keep up!"
Yu Hekun, freezing and exhausted, nearly collapsed at her touch. Glancing at her radiant smile and effortless energy—even hopping as she entered—he felt a surge of irrational irritation.
"Don’t touch me!" he barked before speeding up again, leaving her behind.
Jian Youyou didn’t bother chasing him. She strolled through the yard, stretching by the flower bed, unbothered by her damp, muddy clothes.
Meanwhile, Yu Hekun rushed inside, drew a hot bath, and soaked until he stopped shivering. By the time he emerged, popped two cold pills, and came downstairs in a crisp suit for breakfast, Jian Youyou came barreling in—covered in filth, his borrowed jacket now caked in mud.
Her eyes gleamed like spotlights as she zeroed in on Yu Hekun. "Yu Zong! You have dogs?! So many of them!"
Milk halfway to his lips, Yu Hekun set it down in disgust. She was so dirty it felt like the air itself was contaminated.
"What the hell happened to you?!" he snapped, appetite gone. Straightening his suit, he told Aunt Yun, "Call the driver. I’m leaving now."
"But Young Master, you haven’t eaten," Aunt Yun fretted, eyeing his untouched breakfast.
"Lost my appetite," Yu Hekun muttered, heading for the door.
Aunt Yun, familiar with his fastidiousness, shot Jian Youyou a look. "Miss Jian, go change out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold."
Translation: Go wash up. You look like you wrestled a pig.
Wiping mud from her face, Jian Youyou grinned. She had rolled around—knocked over by Yu Hekun’s pack of giant, fluffy dogs, each the size of a calf. Adorable!
"Yu Zong—" she started eagerly.
Yu Hekun cut her off with a roar, "Stay back! It’s Yu, not He!"
Jian Youyou’s words were cut off as she stepped aside from the doorway. Yu Hekun, his face cold, changed his shoes without waiting for her to speak and strode out.
And so, the tragedy unfolded. The moment Yu Hekun opened the door, he heard shouts from the courtyard: "Over there! Quick, get the loop around it!"
Frowning, Yu Hekun turned toward the noise—only to be met with a deep, thunderous bark. Realization dawned, but it was too late to turn back and retreat inside. A massive dog, its size and strength surpassing even Jian Youyou’s, was charging toward him at full speed!
"Julie!"
"Oh my god!"
"President Yu!"
"Young Master!"
Amid the overlapping cries from behind, Yu Hekun’s eyes widened in horror before he spun around and bolted in panic.
Jian Youyou, now stepping out of the house, saw the scene unfold: the enormous dog hot on Yu Hekun’s heels. She let out a short laugh—this was the same dog that had escaped its cage earlier while she was stretching. It was a massive Tibetan Mastiff, her favorite large breed, and it had a habit of chasing anyone in sight once free.
But her amusement vanished when Yu Hekun tripped and fell. The dog, undeterred, continued its relentless charge. With its sheer size and Yu Hekun’s admittedly delicate frame, he’d be crushed in no time!
The people chasing the dog were too far behind to help, their frantic shouts useless. At the critical moment, Jian Youyou stuck two fingers in her mouth and let out a sharp, piercing whistle.
The sound was irresistible to the dog. Sure enough, the Tibetan Mastiff skidded to a halt mid-chase, abandoning Yu Hekun and darting toward Jian Youyou instead.
It was clearly overjoyed, probably from being cooped up too long in its cramped cage—far too small for a breed that needed ample exercise.
As the massive shadow barreled toward her, Jian Youyou didn’t panic like Yu Hekun had. Growing up in the old district, she’d earned a notorious nickname: "The Dog Repeller."
Whether domesticated or stray, dogs simply didn’t bite her. It wasn’t that they ignored her—they just never attacked.
Back in the narrow alleys of her childhood, she’d never once been bitten or cornered by a vicious dog. Her deep friendship with Bian Xia had started not just because they were neighbors, but because everyone knew—walking home with Jian Youyou meant no dogs would block the way.
The courtyard rescuers, armed with nets and loops, now redirected their pursuit toward Jian Youyou. Meanwhile, Yu Hekun, still in survival mode, lay curled on the ground, his head shielded. The brick pavement was slick with rainwater, undoing his earlier near-scalding shower.
Hearing the whistle, he glanced up just in time to see Julie change course. Too stunned to care about the mud, he scrambled to his feet—only to watch in horror as Julie, now fixated on Jian Youyou, lunged straight for her!
"Get down!" Yu Hekun shouted, but Julie was already upon her.
Jian Youyou’s eyes sparkled as she nimbly ducked and twisted. Julie sailed right over her back—landing squarely amid the approaching crowd.
Straightening up, Jian Youyou hurried over in her slippers. "President Yu, are you okay?"
Helping him up, she couldn’t resist asking, "Her name’s Julie?"
Yu Hekun’s expression was a mix of disbelief and despair as he noticed the rescuers now fleeing in all directions—only for Julie to double back and charge toward them again.
This time, Yu Hekun didn’t hesitate. He took off like a shot, nearly matching the dog’s speed. But there’s a universal truth about dogs: if you run, they chase.
And Julie, convinced the whole courtyard was playing a game, was more than happy to oblige.
As Julie launched herself at Yu Hekun once more, Jian Youyou didn’t even have time to whistle. The impact sent him sprawling face-first onto the bricks. She winced, politely closing her eyes—
