Zhou Shiyu, Let Me Come Find You, Okay?

“……”

The four words exploded like thunder in the spacious back seat of the car, followed by ten seconds of silence.

Finally, Liang Xubai just raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, his slender fingertips lightly tapping on his leg: “Sexual hyperarousal… that’s understandable for you.”

“Tell me,” the man lazily sat up straight, crossing his arms and yawning, speaking carelessly, “if I analyze your current destructiveness from the aspects of impulsivity, risk-taking, judgment ability, and expansiveness, you won’t let me extract information anymore, will you?”

Seeing Zhou Shiyu close his eyes and not bother to respond, Liang Xubai didn’t mind. Instead, he stared at him with interest, slowly stroking his chin as he said methodically: “By the way, there’s something that needs clarification.”

“When I said it’s understandable, I meant that as CEO Zhou, after years of being a virgin, finally being able to enjoy pleasure once and being obsessed with it for a period of time is comprehensible.”

After saying this, Liang Xubai snapped his fingers to emphasize the point: “However, if it’s due to unsatisfactory effects from duration or other reasons, leading to obsessive high-frequency different types of sexual behavior, I can still help.”

This time Zhou Shiyu opened his eyes expressionlessly, his dark pupils without glasses unfathomably deep:

“Liang Xubai, your information extraction skills have weakened considerably lately.”

“Who says I’m extracting information,” Liang Xubai wasn’t annoyed by the provocation, his devilish smile unchanged, only his peach blossom eyes sharp.

“Look, don’t you have other physical reactions?”

The conversation collapsed there.

Liang Xubai also stopped talking nonsense, curling up in the back seat and taking out his phone to access the flower shop’s surveillance footage, directly finding yesterday’s 3 PM record and clicking play, watching the screen with interest.

At exactly 3 PM, the glass door was pushed open punctually. A slender woman entered carefully, her visible unease obvious even without seeing her expression.

Almost subconsciously, the woman’s first reaction upon entering the flower shop was to look toward the rosemary by the window, picking up a bouquet to hold against her chest.

After hesitating in place for a long time and image-consciously tucking stray hair behind her ear, she finally took a deep breath with determination and walked to the cashier.

Next, Liang Xubai saw his smiling self in the surveillance footage.

When checking out, he intentionally leaned close to her, and the next second he saw the woman’s hands clasped behind her back tighten, feeling her shyness even through the screen.

Nodding with satisfaction, Liang Xubai replayed the scene tirelessly, saying leisurely: “Indeed, the best way to pursue someone is to be pursued.”

“CEO Zhou’s thirteen years of failed experience has given me much insight,” he patted Zhou Shiyu’s shoulder meaningfully. “Next time I get married, I’ll invite you to the wedding toast first, bring Teacher Sheng along too.”

Zhou Shiyu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the hand on his shoulder, curving his lips in a cold smile: “No need, I appreciate the thought. I wish you won’t get divorced again this time.”

“……”

“What’s wrong with divorce? What era are we in to still discriminate against second marriages?”

Liang Xubai looked down and took a screenshot of the man and woman at the cashier in the video, casually setting it as his wallpaper, talking nonsense: “The law doesn’t limit how many times you can marry. If you divorce, just remarry.”

His fingertip gently caressed the woman’s figure, a fleeting tenderness in Liang Xubai’s eyes, followed by his usual carefree indifference:

“Since it’s all with her anyway, might as well consider it self-funded tourism to the civil affairs bureau.”

Zhou Shiyu beside him closed his eyes in feigned sleep.

The two remained silent for the rest of the journey until the private car stopped steadily at the hotel entrance. The hotel manager led employees in two rows at the door to welcome them, bowing and greeting, helping with luggage, escorting them all the way to the presidential suite on the top floor.

The suite had everything – kitchen, study, etc. Zhou Shiyu put down his coat and poured a glass of water. After moistening his throat, he walked to the living room balcony to overlook Jingbei, which he hadn’t seen in a year.

On this land beneath his feet, industry rise and fall often depended on a single policy statement. A few years ago, the local government vigorously supported tourism to promote cultural and economic exchange, so Cheng He set its sights on establishing resorts.

Now three years had passed and construction was nearly complete. Zhou Shiyu’s visit this time was indeed to handle related matters – it wasn’t exactly lying to Sheng Sui.

The conference room was at the other end of the corridor. After relevant personnel gathered and the formal meeting began, by the time it ended, the sky had darkened considerably, with even the last trace of sunset falling from the horizon.

Carefully calculating, Zhou Shiyu had gone a full thirty-six hours without closing his eyes.

Yet his cerebral cortex remained extremely excited, like a perpetual motion machine that never stopped, seemingly able to operate efficiently at all times without even needing food.

Accustomed to emotional highs and lows, when medication couldn’t control the brain, having backup plans listed in advance was always the optimal choice.

In a blink, it was nearly 9 PM. Zhou Shiyu had rejected proposals from various departments one by one when both black and white phones on his desk lit up with messages.

【Qiu Si: Brother, you should rest a bit. Since last night, do you know how many cases you’ve killed in a row? Even if you’re made of iron, you should let other people get some sleep】

Only glancing at the screen casually, Zhou Shiyu picked up the white phone and unlocked it to read the message:

【Sheng Sui: Still busy? Why don’t you rest early tonight】

Then she sent a homemade Ping’An emoji of the cat lying on his back, blinking coquettishly at the camera.

“……”

His excited brain automatically played the woman’s voice in his ears. Zhou Shiyu clearly remembered that when he first communicated with Sheng Sui, her final tones always gradually weakened, with restraint and distance behind the politeness.

As their marriage lengthened, Sheng Sui began having various intonations in daily life.

Not only her unconscious coquetry in daily life, or her elongated final notes when scratching and clawing at him in certain moments – she was peeling away her past scarred shell, bit by bit showing him her most original, vibrant appearance.

He wanted to see her.

He wanted to kiss her.

He wanted them to be day-night reversed, lost in the dark, decadent enclosed space where others couldn’t enter and they didn’t need to leave. He wanted to greedily possess every inch of her skin, sensing the direction of every muscle and bone…

A loud knocking suddenly rang out, interrupting his uncontrollable flooding thoughts.

Zhou Shiyu frowned, his dark eyes deep. He put his phone on the desk with a crisp sound and got up to open the door.

Liang Xubai in a full athletic outfit stood outside.

“Since you can’t sleep anyway,” the man leaned lazily against the door frame, looking Zhou Shiyu up and down, “come on, let’s go running and burn off CEO Zhou’s excess energy.”

“If you don’t want to go, that’s fine too,” seeing Zhou Shiyu staring at him silently, Liang Xubai shrugged indifferently.

“CEO Zhou works day and night, physically weak – understandable.”

“……”

Not far from the hotel was a sports park with red rubber tracks surrounding green plants, flowers, basketball courts, and exercise equipment on open ground – one kilometer per lap.

After thirty minutes, five laps, five kilometers, the two men in black and gray slowed their pace, leaving the track with sweat and changing direction to walk along the riverside.

Liang Xubai stopped at a vending machine on the lawn, raised his hand to press buttons, glancing sideways at Zhou Shiyu with his hands in his pockets.

Seeing the man unmoved, Liang Xubai made a dissatisfied tsk: “What are you standing there for? I’m maintaining a poor person persona now. Hurry up and pay.”

Zhou Shiyu glanced at him sideways and took out his phone to scan the code. He watched Liang Xubai bend down to retrieve a can of beer from the dispensing slot, speaking slowly:

“Looking at beer first thing – what, started drinking recently?”

“……”

“See, I said I don’t need to extract information. As long as the body reacts, you naturally know the answer – and one more thing, although there are no medication restrictions, you know in your heart how much alcohol, coffee, tea, and other stimulants you can handle.”

The conversation fell into silence again. Liang Xubai smiled triumphantly and sat on the bench next to the vending machine, popping open the metal pull tab of the can, crossing his legs leisurely as he looked at his phone.

Zhou Shiyu stood under the streetlight looking at his phone, repeatedly opening the chat window to type and delete, his mind constantly replaying Sheng Sui’s casual comment during the day: “You seem very happy today.”

This was undoubtedly a dangerous warning.

Suddenly, abrupt sounds of a woman’s soft, sweet moaning mixed with a man’s rough growling filled his ears, intertwining and escalating, displaying humanity’s most primitive needs and desires.

Zhou Shiyu looked down to see Liang Xubai slouched on the bench watching videos with a thoughtful expression.

Seeing him look over, the man even held up his phone: “I heard this one was filmed well. Want to appreciate it? Any sexual impulses?”

His temple throbbed twice. Zhou Shiyu looked away and coldly threw out three words: “Are you sick?”

“Your cognition seems quite normal,” Liang Xubai turned off his phone and stood up, walking toward the riverside railing, his casual smile restraining somewhat. “Emotions, even desires, have no good or bad distinctions. Appropriate anxiety, depression, loss, and restlessness are all feelings that, as human beings, we must inevitably experience.”

“The key is whether it’s moderate,” the tall, slender man leaned against the white-painted iron railing, his body tilting forward as he gazed at the endless river waves in the distance, his voice ethereal.

“As long as you and those around you accept it well, or even if only you yourself can calmly accept it both physically and mentally, all emotions are not problems and don’t need so-called solutions.”

Liang Xubai turned to look at him, his back and forearms against the cold railing, rare seriousness: “So, can Sheng Sui accept your emotions and desires?”

“Or are you going to let her make the choice, or do you plan to forever unilaterally decide for her that ‘she can’t’?”

“You know very well she has the right to know, and you know this concealment is unfair to her.”

After no more than three serious sentences, Liang Xubai yawned again, tiredly reaching to hook Zhou Shiyu’s shoulder, speaking lazily: “Besides, the worst outcome is just divorce.”

“If you divorce, just remarry,” the man proudly pointed to himself, clearly considering himself an excellent example. “Learn from me.”

“…Stay away from me,” Zhou Shiyu coldly refused the man’s arm around his shoulder, decisively saying, “Bad luck.”

“……”

Back at the hotel, Zhou Shiyu changed out of his athletic wear and went to shower, clearly feeling that when his body was sufficiently tired, even if his spirit remained active, fatigue could evoke some sleepiness.

Perhaps he could sleep tonight.

Hot water washed his skin until it was scalding hot. Fifteen minutes later, he came out drying his wet hair and walked to the dressing room.

From the cabinet, he took out a portable bag. In the innermost compartment was a palm-sized pill box divided by partitions into fifteen small compartments, each containing the same eight pills.

The pills were round, flat, and capsule-shaped ovals. From their appearance alone, you couldn’t tell which were medicine and which were supplements.

Year after year, mechanically taking pills with water at 11:30 PM.

Zhou Shiyu put the pill box back in his bag, his gaze pausing for a few seconds on the bed dozens of meters away, temporarily changing his original plan to stay up all night and walking with long strides to sit on the bedside.

Turning off the wall lamp, the room immediately darkened, leaving only a warm yellow bedside lamp emitting weak light.

Still finding it bothersome, Zhou Shiyu leaned over to turn off the light when he noticed the white phone’s screen light up on the nightstand. This time it wasn’t a communication message but an email from Sheng Sui.

—Written to Z from the past.

In the email account he hadn’t logged into for years, except for one unread message, the remaining thirteen were all one-sided greetings that had gone unanswered.

The email content from Sheng Sui wasn’t long, and its tone was much more distant and restrained compared to years ago.

【Dear Z:

Greetings.

It’s been years since I last emailed you in college. Time has flown by, and I wonder how you’ve been lately?

You mentioned going abroad for treatment that year, and I haven’t been able to contact you since. But I’ve always kept you in my thoughts, missing those times. Recently someone advised me to try one last time – perhaps there might be a pleasant surprise.

I’m bothering you again to ask how you’ve been these years. When you said you needed treatment then, is your health better now? Has your life settled down?

I’m very grateful for what you told me back then, which allowed me to firmly choose the career I love. Though exhausting and demanding, it has been very rewarding. As for the troubles from my family of origin, having a new family means they no longer affect me as much.

Only at the end of this email did I remember to tell you – I chose to marry half a month ago. My husband is an excellent partner far beyond my expectations, completely changing my once pessimistic view of marriage.

If he’s willing, I think we will accompany each other through the rest of our lives.

Oh right, he was also the one who encouraged me to write you this letter, telling me not to leave any regrets.

Though I know the hope is slim, I still look forward to receiving your reply and sincerely hope you’ve been happy these years.

Wishing you all the best and good health!

Best regards,

S, who wishes you all the best】

“……”

Zhou Shiyu reread the email from beginning to end twice, his gaze lingering on the latter half containing promises he shouldn’t have known about.

She said if he was also willing, they would accompany each other through the rest of their lives.

Emotions surged, sweeping away the rare fatigue Zhou Shiyu had managed to accumulate.

He clicked on the reply box and was about to type when the white phone in his palm showed another message notification, the sender obvious.

【ss: I’m going home after all, no need to trouble Secretary Chen.】

【ss: He told me you might be very busy these two days. Can’t you rest yet?】

11:30 was well past Sheng Sui’s normal bedtime. Zhou Shiyu didn’t know the reason for her insomnia and called without further hesitation.

“Zhou Shiyu… are you still busy?”

When the woman’s gentle, soft voice came through the receiver, most of the frustration and irritation that had bound his heart all day dissipated, like someone whose mouth and nose had been covered finally being able to breathe fresh air.

“Not busy, getting ready for bed,” Zhou Shiyu leaned back against the headboard, closing his eyes. With vision taken away, his hearing became more acute.

“Why didn’t you stay overnight at your friend’s?”

“Probably some difficulty adjusting to new beds, and I really wasn’t comfortable leaving Ping’An alone at home, so I decided to come back.”

At this moment, Sheng Sui was lying alone on the wide bed sighing, turning over again: “I just sent Z an email and now can’t sleep.”

In the unlit bedroom’s darkness, the only light source was scattered silver moonlight filtering through gauze curtains into the room, making even Zhou Shiyu’s gentle low inquiries seem veiled in gauze.

“Why would you suddenly have insomnia? Didn’t you drink the sleep-aid milk?”

“I did.”

As Sheng Sui spoke, her body tilted slightly, her forehead against the pillow the man usually used, her nose catching just a trace of that subtle bitter-cold fragrance.

Not having to face each other gave people courage. Sheng Sui held the phone to her face, confessing softly:

“It’s probably because you’re suddenly not at home. I’m not quite used to it yet, so I can’t sleep.”

Accustomed to having heavy arms around her waist every night, accustomed to cold hands and feet being kept warm, accustomed to someone kissing her lips when she was drowsily half-asleep in the middle of the night.

When all three suddenly disappeared, even if her conscious mind could deceive itself, her body would show withdrawal symptoms.

Seeing the other party not respond for a long time after she finished speaking, Sheng Sui belatedly realized her words were too revealing. Just as she was desperately trying to figure out how to backtrack, she heard the man’s deep voice by her ear:

“If you really can’t sleep, there’s another method you could try.”

“……”

Even years later, if given another choice, Sheng Sui would absolutely never again let curiosity control her and ask that extra “why” when Zhou Shiyu made suggestions.

“…Zhou Shiyu, I really don’t know how…”

Sheng Sui didn’t even dare open her eyes, her hands trembling continuously under the light velvet quilt, unable to act.

In the traditional education she had received, female self-pleasure, even if not shameful, had to be hidden away and absolutely couldn’t be known by anyone—

Even if that person was her intimate life partner.

But Zhou Shiyu gently refuted her twenty-seven years of life education, using that seductive, deep voice to tell her that regardless of gender, people should understand themselves as much as possible.

“Start gently around the area,” the low voice fell by her ear as the man patiently guided her. “Think about how I usually treat you. Don’t rush – you might hurt yourself.”

How Zhou Shiyu usually treated her—

Sheng Sui had very beautiful hands, each finger white and slender, very different from Zhou Shiyu’s well-defined hands.

So much so that even with the same actions, the sensations were vastly different.

Sheng Sui suggested giving up several times, but Zhou Shiyu again gently praised her for doing well: “Good baby, don’t be afraid. I’m here with you, okay?”

Sheng Sui could never refuse Zhou Shiyu when he spoke like this. Her head heavy, she confusedly agreed again.

“Imagine I’m right beside you now. Can you do that?”

“…Yes.”

“Your lips will become moist and soft, your tender petals will close tightly, wrapping warmly to show welcome—”

Sheng Sui didn’t know how Zhou Shiyu could say such things, when the next second she heard the man say hoarsely: “Sui Sui, you’re truly beautiful.”

“…Don’t say anymore.” Only two synchronized quickened breathing sounds remained by Sheng Sui’s ear.

Zhou Shiyu chuckled low and hoarsely: “Good baby, is it your middle finger?”

“…Yes.” That’s how the man had taught her.

“I usually use the second knuckle,” the man analyzed matter-of-factly, “but my fingers are longer. Try going deeper.”

“……”

“Good girl, flatten your palm and try curving your finger upward, about the two o’clock direction.”

“……”

During the ten seconds when her vision went white, Sheng Sui thought hazily that if Zhou Shiyu became a teacher, he would definitely be the most misleading one.

Even her, his only student, was led astray every time.

Her face burning as if it could cook an egg, Sheng Sui lacked strength in the quilt and felt mentally scattered when she heard the mischievous man’s strained voice:

“Sheng Sui, call my name, okay?”

In the room’s silence, the rustling sounds from the other end of the phone became more jarring. With her heart pounding like thunder, Sheng Sui heard her crispy voice tentatively say:

“…Zhou Shiyu?”

“Mm, call me again.”

“…Zhou Shiyu.”

“……”

Later, her voice became hoarse from calling the three-character name repeatedly. Too tired to even keep her eyes open as they fought to close, she finally heard suppressed muffled groans from the other end.

Both understood tacitly what had happened. Zhou Shiyu didn’t explain much, only laughing low: “Baby, you worked hard.”

Sleepiness swept over her. Sheng Sui curled up in the quilt, obediently responding, drowsily asking: “When will you come home?”

The man on the other end was silent for a few seconds: “As soon as possible.”

Sheng Sui wasn’t satisfied with this answer, her words always blunt when about to sleep: “When is ‘as soon as possible’?”

The careful thoughts she only dared calculate in her heart during the day all came running out at nighttime. Sheng Sui just wanted to sleep and had no energy for more roundabout talk.

So her words spilled out without thinking: “School has Qingming Festival holiday on Friday. I checked – there are flights to Jingbei on Thursday evening.”

“Zhou Shiyu, I don’t like being alone at home.”

“So, let me come find you, okay?”

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