Chapter 39: The photo is quite nice, don't you think, Madam?

Si Haochen’s meticulously crafted mask shattered into pieces.

He had felt his heart twist with agony as he watched Yun Chuxia leave with his uncle, and he had truly intended to come and reconcile. But the moment he confirmed that she had actually emerged from the Yunlu Villa, he was driven mad with jealousy.

Had they spent the night together? Had they... slept together?

Yun Chuxia’s gaze was icy, her tone devoid of any ripple: "I have my own sexual freedom. Don’t try to bind me with that 'chaste and virtuous woman' nonsense."

Si Haochen was utterly shocked. How could she speak like this? She, who used to blush at the mere touch of a hand, looking so pure and innocent. How could a breakup make her seem like a completely different person?

A sneer tugged at the corner of Yun Chuxia’s lips: "As for you, Young Master Si, you always seem to forget that you are already engaged. That is hardly how a man of virtue should behave."

With that, she gave a slight nod to Uncle Liu and turned back to the car. The Q8 sped away, leaving Si Haochen standing frozen in place for a long time. The cigarette butt burned down to ash and scattered in the wind; he clenched his fist, but grasped nothing but air.

The way she looked when she didn't love him—it somehow made her even more beautiful.

Yun Chuxia hadn't worn a coat when she got out of the car, and she cupped her hands to her mouth, breathing warm air onto them. Uncle Liu hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Miss Yun, you don't have to get out of the car next time. I can handle these situations myself."

Yun Chuxia didn't mind: "If I didn't get out, how would I have slapped him?"

Uncle Liu: "..."

Judging by the force of that slap, it hardly matched the description provided by Mr. Si. When he had sent Si Yuchuan to the airport early that morning, the man had clearly said: "My wife is delicate. You must look after her well while I am away, so she isn't bullied."

Delicate? The six-foot-tall Young Master Si had been nearly sent flying by her slap.

*

At the Jiutian makeup studio, Yun Chuxia’s team looked unfamiliar. It seemed Lu Yao was highly efficient and had replaced everyone overnight. She greeted them warmly and sat down to review her documents.

She had received a message from Lu Yao in the morning, stating that an actress named Lin Qian had personally requested to appear on her show. Given the other party’s popularity and fame, Lu Yao naturally wouldn’t refuse. Yun Chuxia found it strange; why would a currently red-hot rising star ask to be on her obscure web program?

At first, everyone was a bit reserved, but seeing that Yun Chuxia was not a difficult person, they gradually relaxed and began chatting about gossip.

"Did you guys notice? Mr. Si shielding his beauty with his suit jacket yesterday—it was so handsome!"

Yun Chuxia raised an eyebrow. Shielding his beauty with his suit?

A sharp-eyed girl noticed her interest and hurriedly brought over her phone: "Look, doesn't it look just like a magazine spread?"

The photo was slightly overexposed, but one could clearly see the two figures leaning into each other. The tall man in the black suit was shielding the person in his arms tightly. His narrow, cold eyes were lowered, and the corner of his mouth was slightly upturned, carrying a hint of indulgence and affection.

The woman’s face was not clearly visible, but she had a slender figure. Beneath her beige windbreaker was a white knit dress, revealing only a length of straight, slender calves that looked luminous against the black suit trousers.

Yun Chuxia felt a blush rise to her cheeks. In the photo, not only was her face buried deeply in Si Yuchuan’s chest, but their lower bodies were also pressed close together. Her own arm was wrapped tightly around his waist. If Si Yuchuan saw this, he would surely tease her about it again.

"What do you think? Don't they look like a perfect match?"

The new team members hadn't attended the dinner the previous night. The girl, named Jing Yi, was chattering away excitedly: "This is Mr. Si Yuchuan we're talking about! He took charge of the Si family at such a young age; it’s rare to see any photos of him exposed."

Yun Chuxia felt even more apologetic. If it hadn't been for her, Si Yuchuan would never have been caught in such a photo.

Her phone vibrated, and she hurriedly picked it up. It was from Si Yuchuan. He had sent the very same picture, with the caption:

[The photo is quite nice. What does my wife think?]