Thinking about seeing Li Qianfan’s “ex-boyfriend” soon, Su Ziyu felt quite nervous.
Based on Gao Lingwang’s description, Su Ziyu had a general idea of who Du Junlin was.
She was someone that even dark forces feared, much like Li Wujiang, a guardian.
Therefore, in her subconscious, even if Du Junlin wasn’t a “strong woman” who could “run horses on her arm and kill a cow with one punch,” she was certainly a girl with a tall and strong build and a fierce face.
No.
When she arrived at the door of room 1202 and saw the person standing by the window, dressed in white, with a slender figure and a beautiful, albeit somewhat cold, face, she was stunned.
Su Ziyu suspected she had gone to the wrong room.
She blinked and subconsciously looked up at the room number on the door.
It was indeed room 1202.
Du Junlin’s voice, devoid of emotion, came from inside the room: “You’re in the right room. I am Lingnan’s Du Junlin, the one whom the eight elders of Li Family Village proposed to on Li Qianfan’s hundred-day banquet, in front of more than a dozen top family heads, with the Emperor’s Blade as the betrothal gift.”
She said this not to show off.
It was merely stating a fact.
It was also to clearly tell Su Ziyu how formal Li Qianfan’s (or rather, Li Family Village’s) proposal to her had been.
Su Ziyu looked at her again.
Du Junlin inside the room, Su Ziyu outside the door.
Two stunning girls, their eyes meeting.
The moment their eyes met—
The entire world seemed to freeze.
They stared intently at each other, neither daring to blink.
Time.
Second by second, it passed.
Su Ziyu felt her eyes becoming increasingly dry, and the muscles of her entire face grew stiffer.
Her eyelids, in particular, felt as if they were being pulled down by an invisible hand.
It was as uncomfortable as it could possibly be!
Unbeknownst to her, sweat that had formed on her forehead began to trickle down, almost reaching her eyes.
Two girls, both with sufficient reason to be Li Qianfan’s only wife, were locked in a silent battle from the moment they met.
In a "staring contest."
Whoever blinked or looked away first would seemingly forfeit the title of "Qianfan’s wife."
“Must not blink, absolutely not! She’s enduring just as much as I am,” Su Ziyu gritted her teeth inwardly, her resolve hardening. She subtly pinched her left thigh, applying more and more pressure.
Pain, at times, was a source of perseverance.
She had guessed correctly.
Du Junlin was also finding it difficult at the moment.
Or, to put it plainly, it was more difficult than anything she had ever experienced.
She would rather battle a group of drug lords and be cut three or five times than to stare at Su Ziyu like this.
She even regretted why she had agreed to a staring contest with Su Ziyu.
When Su Ziyu appeared at the door, she could have just let her come in without even looking at her.
But the matter had reached this point, and Du Junlin was in too deep to back down.
She could only endure, her mood growing increasingly irritable.
Her stiffened, almost vacant gaze began to convey a message to Su Ziyu: “Dare to look at me again, and I will kill you!”
Buzz, buzz.
Just as Su Ziyu was about to dig into her leg and could no longer maintain the stare, the phone in her right hand suddenly vibrated.
She instinctively lowered her head.
With her downward gaze, the staring contest ended!
Du Junlin, who was on the verge of exploding, wore a cold smile of victory.
But before the smile could fully fade—
Su Ziyu’s gentle voice was heard speaking into the phone: “Qianfan, is something wrong?”
“Wife.”
Li Qianfan’s voice, clearly transmitted through the speaker Su Ziyu had deliberately turned on, asked: “Where did you put my spare shorts?”
Li Qianfan hadn’t been home for the past few days, staying and eating at the clothing factory and not bothering to change his shorts.
Now that he was finally returning home tonight, he would definitely need a fresh pair.
“Oh. Do you want the ones with my picture on them, or the ones embroidered with my name?”
Su Ziyu said casually, stepping into the room. After closing the door, she leaned against it and looked up at Du Junlin.
Her gaze held none of the defeat a loser of a staring contest should possess.
Instead, it was full of challenge: “Look, my husband is calling me to ask for shorts. And I have two types of shorts prepared for him. One with my picture, the other embroidered with my name! He likes to wear these two types, and they keep me with him wherever he goes. What about you? Heh.”
Du Junlin, the winner of the staring contest, found her smile of victory frozen on her lips.
Li Qianfan’s annoyingly childish voice, heard clearly in the room, asked: “Heh, wife, do you prefer me to wear the name or the picture?”
“The name. It’s in the bottom left drawer of the wardrobe.”
Su Ziyu replied leisurely, “But you’re not allowed to pick and choose.”
“I must pick! Okay, that’s all. I’m going to pick the tall one now.”
Li Qianfan said cheekily and ended the call.
“Sigh, Qianfan is such a child who never grows up.”
Su Ziyu put down her phone with a pained expression, sighing. She gracefully walked towards the sofa. “He’s always clinging to me like sticky candy, day and night, wanting me to pick the one with my name on it. And whenever he has a spare moment, he wants to stick to me like glue.”
As she spoke, she sat down on the sofa.
She casually crossed her legs in black stockings before looking at Du Junlin and smiling, “Little Du, do you think he lacked maternal love as a child, which is why he’s so clingy? But when my mother-in-law visited recently, I noticed she doted on him. Could it be that the men of our Li family are naturally attracted to women older than them?”
Older?
Before she could finish speaking, a white figure flashed before her eyes.
A lightly trembling, cool little hand grabbed her throat!
Du Junlin, moving like a phantom more than four meters away, stared intently at Su Ziyu again, her teeth grinding audibly.
She only needed to exert a little more force—
And she could snap Su Ziyu’s throat!
Su Ziyu, however, remained unfazed, meeting her gaze calmly, her eyes full of mockery: “Little Du, I finally understand why Qianfan doesn’t like you.”
“Why?”
These three words were squeezed out from between Du Junlin’s teeth.
“If my Qianfan were a forty-year-old man, he might like a spoiled and easily provoked girl like you. Because older men like immature girls, it’s a way to reminisce about their youthful days.
Su Ziyu leisurely swayed her stiletto heels. “But my Qianfan is only 21 years old this year. He himself is a young man brimming with youthful vitality. He might want a spoiled and willful sister, but he would never cherish a wife like you. The younger a man is, the more he wants to be treated as a mature man. You, you can’t give him that.”
She was right.
For a man in his early twenties with a cheerful disposition, if he had the choice, who would marry a spoiled and willful girl his own age?
This was why Li Qianfan felt so relaxed when he was with Mo Hongti, Dai Paipai, or even Chu Yazhi.
And even more so with his wife, Su Ziyu, and Shen Yun, who was like a porcelain doll.
Deep down, these women all saw him as a younger brother who needed their care and indulgence.
Thus, they provided him with the maternal tenderness he desired.
Du Junlin was stunned.
In fact.
What Su Ziyu said was simple, something anyone on the street could probably say.
But Du Junlin had never thought about it before.
“Young men know the sweetness of older women; younger sisters aren’t as cherished.”
Su Ziyu continued leisurely, reaching out to remove Du Junlin’s hand. “Little Du, please sit. I am the host, and I am sitting here. You, as a guest, are standing bent over in front of me. That’s extremely rude. If my husband found out, he would definitely scold me for being impolite.”
Du Junlin—
She had won the staring contest, but she had lost miserably in the subsequent confrontation!
Many things cannot be resolved through violence.
Besides, before Su Ziyu even appeared, Yang Xiao had also shown up, silently warning Du Junlin not to act rashly.
If Du Junlin resorted to force—
The more fierce she appeared, the more tragically she would lose!
“I came to confront her, to threaten and entice her away from that hooligan, not to resort to violence. Du Junlin, you need to stay calm. Absolutely do not fall into the trap this woman has meticulously dug for you.”
Du Junlin took a deep breath inwardly, slowly retracted her hand, and sat opposite Su Ziyu.
After she sat down, the violent rage in her eyes vanished, replaced by a cold indifference that remained unshaken even if Mount Tai were to collapse before her.
Su Ziyu observed Du Junlin’s reaction.
Her inner alarm bells immediately rang: “Du Junlin is so young, yet her composure is so outstanding. This is not a good sign for me.”
“Little Du.”
Su Ziyu’s face was filled with the gentle smile of an elder sister. “I advise you to find an honest man who won’t complain even if you kick him three times and marry him soon. Because such mature men, both physically and mentally, would appreciate a cool girl like you.”
Du Junlin bit her lip, remaining silent.
“My cheerful little guy here only likes gentle older sisters.”
Su Ziyu’s tone was light and playful. “In fact, he’d even like an auntie.”