Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 200 Should I Know?
2 month.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, Britain remains damp and cold.

The dark gray Bentley drove along the streets still filled with Christmas spirit, its windows fogged up.

Lin Shi was humming lyrics when he suddenly looked at Qin Zhao and asked, "Do you think Shen Yanci would be startled if he saw you?"

Qin Zhao lowered his eyelids: "Perhaps."

"Absolutely." Lin Shi affirmed. He was startled when he saw Qin Zhao and it took him more than half a month to get used to her female attire.

Shen Yanci would be thunderstruck upon seeing Qin Zhao in women's clothing; Lin Shi was already looking forward to Shen Yanci's expression.

After more than an hour, the car stopped in front of a Victorian-style villa.

Lin Shi entered the courtyard as if it were his own home and casually pressed the doorbell.

With that tinkling sound, the snow that had been weighing down on the branches for half a day was shaken and fell to the ground with a thud.

Lin Shi's phone rang at an inopportune moment; it was a work call. He sighed and told Qin Zhao that he needed to take the call.

Qin Zhao's mouth moved, but before he could make a sound, Lin Shi had already walked to the side: "I'm not taking it. I'm not cut out for acting."

His voice faded into the distance.

The air was still damp and cold with lingering mist. Qin Zhao stood alone in front of the door, his fingers pinching the cuffs of his cashmere coat.

The porch light came on.

Qin Zhao looked up, and warm yellow light spilled out, outlining a tall and slender figure.

Shen Yanci was wearing a black sweater with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a section of pale wrist, and she was holding a paper paper in her hand.

The two of them stopped at the same time.

Qin Zhao's breath caught in his throat. More than two years had passed since they last met, and his features had become even sharper. The shadows cast by his brow bones obscured his eyes, which remained as dark as ever.

The wind swirled up withered leaves, and the lamplight flickered.

Shen Yanci stood there, his knuckles still gripping the handle, only his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

In the distance, there were the sounds of Lin Shi speaking and the soft rustling of wind through withered branches, but at this moment, the world seemed to consist only of the space enclosed by the door frame.

Qin Zhao opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The mist clung to her eyelashes, causing them to tremble slightly.

She clutched her sleeve, hoping Lin Shi's call would end immediately.

But this time his call seemed to last a very long time, and Qin Zhao felt a chill run through his lungs.

Time seemed to pass so slowly, so slowly that she wanted to turn around and leave.

She gave a not-too-stiff smile: "He's on the phone."

Her voice had changed significantly from before; it was no longer deliberately lowered or thickened, and it was closer to the timbre of an unconscious sob.

Shen Yanci lowered his eyelids, and his thesis creased with a snap.

The cold air in my lungs finally filled up, turning into a cough that escaped from my throat.

Qin Zhao turned his head, coughed a few times, and his eyes were misty.

Shen Yanci lowered his eyelids and tightened his grip on the doorknob, revealing the blue veins on the back of his hand.

He stepped slightly to make way, his voice low as if his vocal cords had been stuck shut for a long time: "...Come in."

Qin Zhao's eyelashes fluttered, and his fingers curled slightly.

He opened only one of the two doors. As Qin Zhao passed by, the chilly corner of his clothes brushed against the back of his hand, and the other's scent inevitably filled his nostrils.

Familiar yet strange.

Shen Yanci's eyelids were half closed, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly.

Lin was still on the phone, and he left the door ajar.

He walked casually to the bar, his voice distant: "Would you like some water?"

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement.

He walked up to Qin Zhao with a glass of water. Qin Zhao thanked him and was about to take the glass when he reached for it.

His hand passed right past her as he placed the cup on the coffee table with a dull thud.

Qin Zhao's reddened fingers froze, twitching twice in the air. He lowered his head and slowly withdrew his hand. The two sat opposite each other, neither speaking; the silence was overwhelming.

Qin Zhao pursed his lips and gripped the water glass.

The warm breath relieved the numbness in my knuckles.

She raised her eyelids slightly and started a conversation: "Are you writing a thesis?"

Shen Yanci: "No."

"I thought you were holding a research paper," Qin Zhao said, noticing the conversation had cooled down again. "So what are you looking at?"

"paper."

"..."

Qin Zhao looked towards the door and wondered why Lin Shi had been on the phone for so long.

Shen Yanci pursed her lips and tossed the paper onto the coffee table.

Qin Zhao looked at him, and he slowly got up and poured himself a glass of water.

He lifted his eyelids and met Qin Zhao's eyes.

Qin Zhao: "Is the pressure in class high? I heard that Oxford uses a tutorial system, and you need to spend a lot of time preparing for each class."

The steam blurred his face. He said, "It's alright."

Qin Zhao responded with an "oh," glancing at the layout of the villa out of the corner of his eye: "Do you usually live alone?"

"I have no obligation to report my affairs to you."

He stared at her and said, word by word, "I don't remember when you became so interested in my life."

If at first it was just polite perfunctory talk, now it's like saying she crossed the line.

“I just didn’t see Auntie… If I offended you, I apologize.” Qin Zhao looked at him. “I’m sorry.”

The room was quiet, with only the flickering firelight from the fireplace.

Qin Zhao sat for a while, then put down his water glass: "I'm going to go see my brother."

The moment she reached the door, a fine layer of bumps appeared on her neck.

She paused for a moment and then continued walking forward, keeping a distance from Lin Shi and waiting quietly.

British winters are long; it can feel like night even when it's afternoon.

Lin Shi talked for another ten minutes or so before hanging up. When he saw Qin Zhao, he clicked his tongue and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Her eyes seemed to be misty, and she smiled carelessly, "Waiting for you."

"..."

In the past, Lin Shi would definitely have said, "Can you not be so mushy and be a little more masculine?"

"Why are you waiting for me?" He pushed her towards the villa. "If you catch a cold, I'll be in for a world of trouble."

Upon entering the room, the warmth immediately enveloped my body.

Lin Shi walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of water, and took a few sips.

Then, looking at Qin Zhao and Shen Yanci, who were quite a distance away, he asked, "Did you say hello?"

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement.

Is it really that calm after you've greeted them?
Lin Shi looked at Shen Yanci with suspicion: "Shen Yanci, do you know who she is?"

Shen Yanci lowered his eyelids slightly: "Should I know?"

"Take another look! Doesn't she look familiar?"

Shen Yanci lifted his eyelids and looked at her.

Her hair had grown long, cascading like a waterfall to her chest, with a few stray strands tucked behind her ears. Her eyebrows and features were as harmless as they had been two years ago, yet even more refined. Her rosy lips were pale from the cold.

It must have been very cold, as cold as the words she spoke.

Lin Shi couldn't hold back any longer: "Qin Zhao, the Qin Zhao who used to be my brother's."

Shen Yanci seemed to ponder for a few seconds, then said nonchalantly, "I can't remember."

First chapter 1, then chapter 2! The next chapter will be released tonight, don't wait.
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