I won't get married easily

Chapter4 His name is Yu Hanshen

The next day, Sitong switched spots for her stall, and this time, nothing went wrong.

Monday, during a break between classes. Sitong was headed to the bathroom when a few unfamiliar guys from another class blocked her way in the hallway. Ever since she started at No. 10 High, it’d been like this every day—random dudes from other classes hassling her. A flicker of annoyance flashed in her eyes, and just as she was about to say something, a girl burst out from the side and shoved the guys out of the way.

“Good dogs don’t block the road!” Zhang Mengling barked, grabbing Sitong’s hand and pulling her along.

“Who you calling a dog?” one of the guys snapped.

Zhang Mengling rolled her eyes at him. “Whoever’s dumb enough to answer, that’s who. Scram, or I’ll snitch to the dean and get your parents dragged in here. Then we’ll see who’s screwed!”

The principal of No. 10 High was Zhang Mengling’s uncle. If she actually went to the dean, he’d totally have her back. The guys didn’t dare mess with her and slinked off.

“Thanks,” Sitong said. Lately, she’d been saved from a lot of headaches thanks to her deskmate.

“Lend me your homework later, hehe,” Zhang Mengling grinned, her eyes crinkling.

As they passed Class 19, some guy inside whistled and called out Sitong’s name, all sleazy-like. She ignored it.

…

“She’s Sitong?” In Class 19, a guy watched her walk by and asked the girl next to him.

Ji Shaoyu, the class president of the top-tier Rocket Class, always held the number-one spot in their grade. Good family, good looks—he was a total catch and super popular. He’d come to Class 19 to grab a book from Zhou Yaya.

Zhou Yaya noticed the spark in his eyes and casually dropped, “Yup, that’s her. She was supposed to join our class, but my second uncle said she took a four-year break from school and would drag our class average down, so…”

Her second uncle was Zhou Guocai.

Four years off? Her grades must be trash.

The light in Ji Shaoyu’s eyes dimmed a bit. He grabbed the book, flashed Zhou Yaya a smile, and said, “Good luck on this week’s placement test. I’ll be waiting for you in Rocket Class.”

Zhou Yaya’s eyes flickered with a shy glint. “My uncle won’t let me go.”

But Ji Shaoyu shrugged. “Why listen to your uncle so much? Rocket Class has way better resources to help you level up. You gotta think about yourself.”

Watching him walk off, Zhou Yaya’s gaze wavered.

…

Evening study hall.

Sitong finished a physics paper and turned to see Zhang Mengling secretly messing with her phone under the desk. She nudged her. “We’ve got a ton of homework tonight. You still not starting?”

Zhang Mengling grinned, exiting her novel app. “I’ve got you, don’t I? You done already? Let me peek.”

Sitong accidentally caught a glimpse of her phone’s wallpaper—a familiar face. She couldn’t help but look twice.

Zhang Mengling noticed and eagerly shoved the phone in her face. “My idol! What do you think? Hot, right?”

Sitong stared at the tall, striking guy on the screen and didn’t say anything.

“Don’t be so blah about it!” Zhang Mengling pointed at the photo. “You know who this is? Haicheng’s richest dude, Yu Hanshen!”

In the pic, Yu Hanshen rocked a crisp black suit, white shirt collar slightly open, one hand in his pocket as he strode forward. Looked like a sneaky shot—he’d turned his head toward the camera mid-step. Steady gaze, sharp features, mature and polished, with this intense vibe only a guy at the top could pull off.

“Loaded, gorgeous, built like a dream—total perfection. How’s God not shutting his cheat-code window?” Zhang Mengling’s eyes were all heart-shaped. “And he’s super clean-cut. Thirty-one and still single, never even dated.”

“You seem to know a lot about him,” Sitong said, pulling out another physics paper while chatting.

“Didn’t I tell you my mom’s a nanny for a rich family? It’s his family! She’s Old Lady Yu’s personal caretaker. The old lady’s always stressing about her youngest son not dating or getting hitched—still solo at his age.”

Zhang Mengling stared at Yu Hanshen’s photo, clicking her tongue. “Wonder which lucky girl’s gonna snag him.”

Sitong caught her fangirling and sighed. “You’re only seventeen.”

Translation: Why you crushing on such an old guy?

Zhang Mengling might be slow sometimes, but she was quick on this one. “Men hit their prime at thirty-one, you know! Yu Hanshen’s in his golden years—perfect timing. Plus, older guys with young girls are all the rage now… I’m not exactly a ‘little girl,’ but he’s a total mature, loaded, hot uncle type.”

“I’m reading this CEO romance about an older guy and a young wife, and I picture him as the lead. It’s so good.”

Sitong kept her head down, working on her problems, and tossed out, “Hurry up with your homework. Class is almost over.”

As she scribbled, her mind drifted back to that day at the Qin place—him stepping out from behind the flowers, going from shadow to light, looking almost unreal.

So, his name was Yu Hanshen.

Thursday and Friday were placement test days.

Sitong’s first exam since coming back to school. She took it seriously, reading every question, every word, with care. This one was French, and Zhou Guocai was proctoring. After handing out the papers, he noticed Sitong writing super slow and smirked to himself, feeling smug and relieved.