Mr. You, Please Dote On Me

In a VIP room bustling with excitement, several beauties of different styles waited quietly.

You Ze sat alone far away from Zhong Yi, drinking shot after shot of wine.

One after another, the girls in miniskirt rubbed their bodies against Zhong Yi, which made him delighted.

But no one dared to approach You Ze.

“What brings you here today?”

“Boredom,” You Ze drank his wine, his frigidity contrasting with Zhong Yi’s debauchery.

“Where’s your pretty wife? She ignored you? ”

Zhong Yi only met Shiyao once and didn’t know her very well, but it was not hard to guess that she was a young tiger with a short fuse.

“Come on, you can’t come here for nothing.”

Zhong Yi winked at a tall and beautiful woman, and then she came to sit next to You Ze.

Although working at a nightclub, Zhao Xue’er was not as vulgar and superficial as other women.

She was the personification of intelligence and confidence. People who didn’t know her would regard her as daughter of a noble family.

“Hi, Mr. You. I’m Zhao Xue’er.”

You Ze glanced at her as she leaned over.

She was, definitely the same as Zhao Xuehan, in terms of the body or behavior.

“Zhao Xue’er?”

You Ze muttered. Zhong Yi chuckled as he peeked at You Ze’s change.

He knew which type of woman was his brother’s favorite.

With her delicate white fingers pinching the glass, Zhao Xue’er approached You Ze following the method that Zhong Yi had taught her. A little tipsy, You Ze really couldn’t tell who was in front of him.

When the moment was perfect, Zhao Xue’er leaned lightly against You Ze, intentionally mentioning her youth to him.

The moments of sweetness and bitterness surged into You Ze’s head, which shocked him into dropping the glass and breaking it.

“Xuehan…”

Zhao Xue’er confidently glanced toward Zhong Yi, who raised his glass toasting for her success.

Suddenly, the memories about Xuehan were replaced by the wicked and smart image of Shiyao.

Shiyao was proud, weird, tough, charming, and boldly flirted with him like a shameless pussy cat when they first met.

You Ze tried to recall Zhao Xuehan’s image, but Shiyao was always on his mind.

In just over a month, so many stories had happened between them.

“Piss off!”

You Ze staggered up, his face somber and his tone colder than before.

Zhong Yi’s facial expression slightly changed and he stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“Go home.”

Zhong Yi looked at his phone, and it was already 2:30 am.

“It’s late. I’m gonna ask someone to drive you home.”

Although he always thought of tricking You Ze, he was a loyal friend.

“No need. My driver is waiting in my car.”

You Ze waved, picked up his coat and was about to leave.

“Mr. You!”

Zhao Xue’er couldn’t see him leave like this. She had been practicing hard for several months just to imitate You Ze’s first love, so falling short of success was the last thing she would accept.

You Ze looked down at Zhao Xue’er, lowered his head to sniff at her.

“Clean yourself up when you imitate others next time.”

Zhong Yi tittered in embarrassment, and hurriedly saw You Ze off, regardless of the anger of Zhao Xue’er.

“Don’t do stupid shit again.”

You Ze said flatly, with a standard smile on his face.

Zhong Yi only felt a chill and gave a hollow laugh.

When he was sitting in the car, You Ze’s head cleared in the chilly night air.

“Xin Yuan Community.”

The driver was just about to start the car and return to You’s, but was stopped by You Ze.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Yes, sir.”

You Ze closed his eyes feeling the silence of the night, sleepless.

Scarcely had he failed to fall asleep.

Only in the days when Zhao Xuehan had just left, he kept tossing and turning at night, remaining dispirited for three months.

Then, as if getting over it, You Ze recovered and became even better than before.

‘Why am I feeling antsy? Is it just because Shiyao is not around?’

It was unreasonable that he was so obsessed with her when they had been married only for half a month.

Recalling what Shiyao said and did, You Ze made himself calm down.

The car stopped at Shiyao’s previous residence. It was quiet all around. You Ze looked into the dark and knew that Shiyao was asleep.

“Just stop here.”

You Ze comfortably leaned back and closed his eyes. Soon he fell asleep.

…

For chatting with her mother half the night yesterday, Shiyao woke up sleepy and shockheaded the next morning.

Shiyao came out of her room and stretched her arms, looking around for her mother.

“Good morning.”

The sudden familiar voice immediately removed Shiyao’s sleepiness.

A tall and handsome man was softly greeting Shiyao on the sofa.

“Ah!”

Shiyao rushed in the bathroom and slammed the door.

‘Am I in a dream? Why does You Ze drive two hours to appear here so early in the morning?’

Looking in the mirror and seeing her over-sloppy look, Shiyao lamented.

You Ze listened awkwardly to Shiyao wailing in the bathroom and was shocked again by Shiyao’s behavior, ‘Does this woman care so little about her image?’

‘Am I so terrible?’

Shiyao quickly washed herself, did makeup, and changed clothes before she came out of her room.

“Breakfast is ready!”

Knowing that they had to work, Shiyao’s mother was busy with preparing breakfast.

“Why are you here?”

Shiyao asked in confusion, biting a steamed rice bun.

“Mom invited me.”

Shiyao turned to her mother, puzzled.

“I came across a car looking familiar when I bought breakfast downstairs, and saw You Ze was in. He should come upstairs,” her mother shouted.

“Why didn’t you come upstairs by yourself?”

You Ze drank the soymilk in his hand without any facial expression, as if nothing had happened.

“You were sleeping when I arrived.”

“Have you been waiting downstairs all night?”

Shiyao looked at You Ze strangely with growing suspicion that he was a freak.

You Ze’s silence convinced Shiyao that she guessed right.

“Are you kidding?”

“Not exactly the whole night. I just passed by.”

You Ze explained impassively, which made Shiyao grin from ear to ear.

“Don’t tell me you were passing by.”

“What are you waiting for? Fear that I will run away?”

‘You Ze, in fact, is not a cold fish,’ Shiyao thought, ‘He is water running deep and an extreme freak, but put on a cold face.’