Chapter 14 : A Hesitant Heart
Chapter 14: A Hesitant Heart
Ye Yuyou hurried downstairs. As she passed through the living room, the maid—who had been dozing on the sofa—woke up.
“Miss, are you going out? Dinner—”
Before the maid could finish, Ye Yuyou had already left the house.
Rubbing her rumbling stomach, the maid straightened up weakly and walked to the dining table. Looking at the steaming dishes, she hesitated for a moment before ultimately deciding to finish them herself.
There was no helping it—her young miss didn’t like eating leftovers, the master and madam had gone traveling, and the young master lived alone outside. Aside from her, no one would eat this food.
Before eating, the maid carefully set aside the more expensive and nutritious dishes, leaving herself only vegetables.
Her younger sister was still growing—she could take these back as a late-night meal for her!
…
Ye Yuyou took the elevator to the 12th floor. Walking up to Room 1203, she skillfully entered Shen Yi’an’s birthdate as the password.
The door unlocked. Ye Yuyou quietly stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
Her breathing grew uneven, her eyes filled with affection, her mind echoing endlessly with the name “An’an.”
Leaning against the door, she had already prepared herself for another nighttime “raid.”
A charming smile curved on Ye Yuyou’s lips. Unable to suppress her emotions any longer, she pushed the door open and entered.
Hearing the sudden movement, Shen Yi’an instantly became alert.
“You—”
Seeing Ye Yuyou appear out of nowhere, Shen Yi’an snapped back to her senses and quickly regained her composure.
“Ye Yuyou, don’t go too far!”
“I won’t like you. I’ll only use your power, spend all your money, take advantage of your body, and treat you as a tool.”
Every word Shen Yi’an spoke was harsh and cutting.
Though a faint pain stirred in Ye Yuyou’s heart, she still smiled and said softly, “It’s okay~ as long as An’an is happy, that’s all that matters~”
“Is that so? The Ye family’s eldest miss really knows how to sweet-talk.”
As Shen Yi’an spoke, the expression on her face softened slightly.
“An’an, I’m serious!” Ye Yuyou said earnestly. “I’m not leaving—I want to stay with you~”
“Do whatever you want.” Shen Yi’an lay down on the bed, turning onto her side as she spoke indifferently.
Hearing this, joy bloomed in Ye Yuyou’s heart. An’an had tacitly allowed her to stay and sleep together.
She wanted to hold Shen Yi’an as they slept—but fearing rejection, she reluctantly withdrew her hand.
Meanwhile, Shen Yi’an, with her back turned, stared into the dimness, her thoughts in turmoil.
In her previous life, burdened by severe depression, she had desperately longed for companionship.
Yet, when she stood on the edge of collapse, teetering between life and death, she had always been alone.
During that time, she had tried to hold on—had pleaded with Ye Yuyou.
In the end, Ye Yuyou still left her, going abroad to further her studies.
She didn’t hate Ye Yuyou—only harbored a trace of resentment. She understood that the root of it all had never been anyone else, but her own fragile heart.
And so, she chose to become someone without attachment.
From beginning to end, from cradle to grave, the only one who could truly stay by her side was herself.
If she never had something, she would never feel the pain of losing it. If she never loved, she would never feel heartbreak.
And yet, just like in her previous life, Ye Yuyou had forcefully stepped into her world again—making her heart soften, making her fall.
Only to abandon her in the end.
She didn’t want to believe in such empty sweet words anymore.
But Ye Yuyou said… she would never leave her again.
Shen Yi’an felt lost. She had clearly resolved to live alone, yet she still found herself reluctant to let go of Ye Yuyou’s love.
With the memories of their past life, would the path they walked… and the ending they reached… be different this time?
The night grew deeper, and a soft rain began to fall.
Listening to the sound of the wind tapping against the window, Shen Yi’an’s heart gradually calmed with its rhythm.
She turned over and looked at Ye Yuyou’s sleeping face.
Though her features were naturally cold and aloof, at this moment, she wore a gentle, sweet smile.
Ye Yuyou slept peacefully—beautifully.
Shen Yi’an quietly gazed at that face—the one she wanted to forget, yet also longed to see.
If only…
Heh… forget it. There are no “what ifs.”