Chapter 5: Not the Same Taste
by xiaoxingxing“What’s up with Jiang-ge?”
Cheng Zhou glanced at the man drinking gloomily and quietly scooted closer to Gu Yizhou. The moment Jiang Yihuai walked in, his face was as dark as a storm cloud. The lively atmosphere in the room dimmed slightly.
“Got blocked by someone, obviously.”
Gu Yizhou, fully enjoying the drama, fanned the flames without hesitation. Hearing that, Jiang Yihuai’s face darkened even more.
“Bang—”
His glass slammed onto the glass table. Frustrated, he unbuttoned his shirt collar with one hand, his irritation tinged with a hint of aggression.
“I said don’t bring her up again. Do you not understand human words?”
Gu Yizhou shrugged and kept quiet. The mood in the room shifted instantly. The person singing shut up, and everyone else fell silent, not daring to speak. Cheng Zhou choked on his drink. Was Yumian really serious this time?
Shen Shiyan, slightly tipsy, turned to Cheng Zhou and asked in a low voice, “Did Su Yumian not come back yet?”
Cheng Zhou shook his head. No way was he getting involved. He simply replied, “I don’t know.”
Shen Shiyan got the message—she probably hadn’t left yet.
A waiter brought in five cases of alcohol. Someone boldly suggested, “How about a game of Truth or Dare?” Everyone in the room was socially savvy, and most had brought dates. Catching the cue, they jumped in to lighten the mood and ease the tension.
“Dare sounds great! My favorite game!”
Just then, a woman walked in.
“Qianqian, come over here. Perfect timing—Jiang-ge needs one more player.”
The woman was nudged to sit beside Jiang Yihuai. She was the top hostess at this club and had accompanied him more than once before.
“Young Master Jiang…”
Jiang Yihuai suddenly stood up, completely uninterested. “You guys play. I’m heading out.”
He left behind a room full of stunned people—and Qianqian, who had just lost out on a lucrative payday.
Outside the bar, the driver asked Jiang Yihuai where he wanted to go. The two glasses of brandy were making his head spin. Thinking about his empty villa, he muttered, “To the office.”
“President Jiang? Why are you here?”
It was 10 PM, and his assistant was just about to clock out when he saw Jiang Yihuai stepping out of the elevator. His surprised expression only irritated Jiang Yihuai further.
At this hour, Su Yumian would usually remind him to sleep early, worried about his unhealthy routine. If he refused, she’d throw a little tantrum and cling to him until he gave in. He always found it annoying—but in the end, he’d still listen.
“You’re leaving work?”
“Yes, sir. Do you need anything?”
Jiang Yihuai wanted to say no, but hunger and alcohol-induced stomach pain made him pause. His face paled slightly. “Get me some porridge. From the best restaurant.”
His assistant worked quickly. Twenty minutes later, he placed an elegantly packaged meal in front of Jiang Yihuai. But the moment he opened it, his brows furrowed. “Why is this seafood porridge?”
The assistant looked confused. “The signature dish at Bihui Garden is seafood porridge, sir…”
“Forget it. You can leave.”
The porridge smelled rich and flavorful, a perfect blend of delicate broth and fresh seafood. But after just a few bites, he put the spoon down. He had no appetite. Instead, he found himself craving Su Yumian’s homemade millet porridge…
“Damn it!”
He really was losing his mind.
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Back at the apartment, Su Yumian reached for the light switch—only to hear a series of breathy, intimate sounds. The lights flicked on, revealing Shao Yuwei in a silk slip dress, straddling a young man on the sofa.
Her soft, fair hands roamed freely under his shirt, revealing his sculpted abs. And their lips weren’t idle either—locked in a heated kiss, Shao Yuwei’s neck was already covered in obvious red marks. The air was thick with desire.
The sudden brightness startled Shao Yuwei, making her momentarily dazed. Instinctively, she pushed the man back slightly. “Oh? Yumian, you’re back.”
“Uh… yeah. Maybe you guys should, y’know, put some clothes on first.”
Su Yumian’s lips twitched as she quickly turned away, giving them time to compose themselves. She sighed. It was clear now—she couldn’t stay at Shao Yuwei’s place any longer. No matter how close they were, everyone needed their privacy. Living together for too long just wasn’t convenient.
But Shao Yuwei, unbothered, simply smirked and pulled up her fallen strap. She casually grabbed an oversized coat, tossing a jacket at her partner. The young man’s sharp features bore a faint lipstick stain. His eyes were still slightly red, and he looked completely at ease.
Shao Yuwei affectionately patted his cheek. “Be good. Wait for me in the bedroom.”
Obediently, he grabbed his clothes, loosely covering his kiss-marked chest, and grinned at Su Yumian. “Hello, sis. Good evening.”
Without thinking, Su Yumian automatically replied, “Hi, Kevin.”
The man just chuckled and walked into the room.
Shao Yuwei poured herself a glass of red wine, taking a slow sip. The rich, slightly tart taste coated her tongue. Satisfied, she let out a small sigh before lazily correcting,
“This one’s Steven, not Kevin.”
Su Yumian: “…”
Shao Yuwei glanced at her and frowned slightly. “Why were you so late? Your eyes look red—were you crying?”
Su Yumian poured herself a glass of warm water, her gaze unfocused. “I went to the hospital to visit Professor Ouyang today.”