The Little Bookworm Marked Her Ex-aunt - Chapter 18 I Have Never Felt So Comfortable

Chapter 18 I Have Never Felt So Comfortable

“What do you want to eat?” Ji Shiyi hands over the menu.

Since following Ji Shiyi into this quaint private room, Shu Yue has not made a sound. Now, being asked by Ji Shiyi like this, she quickly shakes her head and says, “Miss Ji, you eat. I am not hungry.”

Ji Shiyi does not insist, flips through the menu, and orders dishes with the cheongsam-clad waitress.

After the cheongsam-clad waitress leaves, Ji Shiyi picks up the teapot already prepared on the table and pours herself a cup.

Her eyes signal to Shu Yue.

Shu Yue still shakes her head.

Ji Shiyi puts down the teapot, picks up the porcelain cup, takes a light sip, and says, “What do you want with me?”

After asking this question, Shu Yue immediately perks up and hurriedly takes out the bank card she carried all the way. Worried about losing it, she even put the card in an envelope, a khaki one, which matches the rustic atmosphere of the private room.

“Miss Ji, the money in here is too much,” Shu Yue pushes the envelope to Ji Shiyi. “I really cannot accept it.”

Ji Shiyi’s palm casually strokes Shiyi’s head.

“Why can you not?” Ji Shiyi asks.

Shu Yue naturally says, “I am not worth it.”

Ji Shiyi looks at Shu Yue, slightly raises her brow, and says, “Miss Shu, you are not the one who set the price. In my heart, you are completely worth it. Besides, this money, apart from payment for practical value, has other added value. I hope that this matter of me asking for your help remains known only to you and me, no one else.”

Shu Yue hurriedly says, “Miss Ji, even if you do not pay this money, I will not tell anyone else.”

What a stubborn little wheel.

Ji Shiyi’s fingertips lightly brush over the porcelain cup. “Then let us settle an account, Miss Shu. Do you know how much one tube of the suppressant I used to use costs?”

Shu Yue shakes her head, guessing based on her own experience of buying suppressants, “Eight hundred?”

Ji Shiyi opens her phone and shows her the shopping list.

Shu Yue gasps.

Are suppressants so expensive now?

Ji Shiyi calmly says, “Because I am a rare S-class omega, everything meant for me costs more than for an ordinary omega. I am lucky that I was born able to afford these.”

“But if I were just an S-class omega from an ordinary family, just trying to control myself from being affected by pheromones would be enough to bankrupt the family. Besides, I need other medications due to my constitution, and the suppressants need to be customized.”

Ji Shiyi calmly finishes this statement and looks at Shu Yue.

“From the day I differentiated, I got used to using this method to gain peace.”

“Miss Shu, I pay you not for anything else but for peace of mind. Just like you now want to return the card to me, our goal is the same—to feel at ease.”

The difference is that Ji Shiyi is used to buying peace of mind with money, while Shu Yue is used to refusing compensation beyond the price she sets for herself.

“I did not consider your feelings before, sorry. Perhaps today we can discuss, among all these numbers, there must be a number that can make both of us feel at ease.”

Ji Shiyi is so frank and direct that Shu Yue does not know how to respond. She frowns and thinks for a long time, then asks, “Miss Ji, do you still need to use suppressants now?”

“Unless something special happens, I should not need them for the next two months.”

She cleverly catches Shu Yue’s meaning. “I usually need three to six tubes of suppressants in two months.”

“Then take the middle number?” Shu Yue quickly calculates. “Miss Ji, I only need to keep 63,996 yuan from the card.”

Ji Shiyi rests the back of her hand against her jawline, quietly looking at Shu Yue.

Shu Yue feels a bit uneasy. “Miss Ji? Did I calculate wrong?”

Ji Shiyi shakes her head and asks, “Can I round off the change?”

Shu Yue shyly says, “Of course.”

“Then the rest in the card will be a deposit for the next marking,” Ji Shiyi says.

Shu Yue’s eyes widen. “Huh? Next time?”

Ji Shiyi’s fingertips scratch under Shiyi’s chin, and she lowers her gaze, saying, “If my pheromones want to return to normal levels, it may take some time. Miss Shu, you do not mind helping me again, do you?”

“Now, you are the only one who can help me,” Ji Shiyi says slowly and softly.

Was what happened that night really just help?

Shu Yue’s face turns red, and she lowers her head, not wanting Ji Shiyi to notice. She picks up the teapot, pours herself a cup of water, takes a big gulp, and softly says, “Okay, if you need it.”

“I really need it,” Ji Shiyi says. “I have not felt as comfortable as I did that day in a long time.”

Shu Yue almost chokes on the blunt words.

Ji Shiyi takes a tissue, hands it to her, and says, “Miss Shu, I mean here.”

Her beautiful fingertips tap her head.

Shu Yue takes the tissue, wipes the water she coughed up, and mumbles, “I did not think of anything else.”

A faint smile flashes in Ji Shiyi’s eyes. “Of course, I believe you.”

Just then, the servers come and go. Exquisitely plated dishes are placed one after another.

Shu Yue truly is not hungry, but seeing such colorful, fragrant, and delicious dishes, her stomach suddenly growls.

Ji Shiyi sighs regretfully. “Oh no, I accidentally ordered too much. Miss Shu, are you willing to help me share?”

Shu Yue hates waste the most, so she nods.

Ji Shiyi raises her head and says to the server, “Bring another set of bowl and chopsticks.”

Holding chopsticks, Shu Yue stares at the table full of dishes, momentarily unsure where to start. Each dish looks like a work of art, as if no matter where she digs in, the original design will be ruined.

She cleverly follows Ji Shiyi’s lead.

As long as Ji Shiyi touches a dish, she eats from that one. This way, she does not feel burdened.

As a result, Ji Shiyi seems to have a good appetite, trying a little of every dish.

Thanks to her, Shu Yue tastes everything on the table.

When she stops, her stomach is full, and looking up, the food on the table is almost gone.

Shu Yue thinks Ji Shiyi is right—eating together prevents waste.

Her gaze falls on Ji Shiyi.

The question lingering in her mind pops up again, but Shu Yue does not know if she can ask it or if it is too personal. Asking someone during a meal where their ears and tail went feels so weird.

Sipping the soup in her bowl, Shu Yue decides to bury her curiosity in her chest.

Next time, when she helps Miss Ji again, she will observe carefully.

After deciding, Shu Yue finishes her soup, and soon her stomach feels bloated. She tells Ji Shiyi, leaves the private room, and heads to the bathroom. After relieving herself and walking out, she stands at the sink, earnestly scrubbing the white foam on her fingertips.

A voice she never expected suddenly rings out.

“Shu Yue?”

Her fingers pause.

Shu Yue thinks it is a hallucination, purses her lips, and scrubs more earnestly.

“Shu Yue!” The voice’s pitch suddenly rises.

Shu Yue looks up. In the mirror, a strikingly familiar, glamorous face clearly appears behind her.

Shu Yue turns around.

Meng Zhiyu stands there, brows furrowed, almost puzzled, asking, “Why are you here?”