Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 372 - 252 Still Alone, Guarding a Window (2nd update, part 1)

Chapter 372: Chapter 252 Still Alone, Guarding a Window (2nd update, part 1)

"There’s nothing else to report," Shi Nian watched Huangfu Huazhang’s expression carefully, "After all, it’s the university where you preside over Kangchuan University, and he must check and respect his status and won’t dare to act recklessly."

Huangfu Huazhang nodded, "Then I’m relieved."

However, his gaze remained fixed on her, "I was worried you’d have a falling-out with him at the police station, and he’d seize this examination opportunity to trip you up. Since that’s not the case, I underestimated him. It turns out my worries were unfounded. After all, he is a descendant of the Tang Family and possesses some grace; moreover, he takes his position as a guest professor seriously, caring about his conduct at school, making my regard for him justified."

Shi Nian didn’t want to discuss this topic further. When dealing with someone like Huangfu Huazhang, sometimes saying one more word, or even showing just a little more expression, can leak secrets from one’s heart.

Shi Nian then joked, "My mom has been clinging to you a lot lately, taking up much of your time. Now that she’s walking in the yard, let’s hurry up and escape, shall we?"

Huangfu Huazhang couldn’t help but smile, "Not so exaggerated. I’m genuinely enjoying it."

Shi Nian could only reach out and grab Huangfu Huazhang’s arm, "Sir, let’s hurry!"

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The two got into the car, and Xia Zuo glanced back at them.

His turning angle was very precise, not exceeding a 40° angle. This angle allowed the sir to see him turn clearly, but Xia Zuo himself wouldn’t see what the sir and miss were doing.

Seeing Xia Zuo glance back, Huangfu Huazhang turned to look at Shi Nian, "Today, I will listen to you, where will you take me?"

Shi Nian stuck out her tongue.

"Sir, you misunderstood, I wasn’t taking you somewhere special. I was going to send you home first, then I have to return to the company to work."

As expected, Huangfu Huazhang withdrew his gaze in disappointment, slightly raised his chin, and looked into the distance through the front windshield.

"...So, it’s not a date."

Shi Nian lowered her head.

"Given your status, how dare I even mention the word ’date’? Where could you go, and what would you enjoy?"

She gathered her courage to look into his eyes, "Sir is like alpine snow, and I am merely an ignorant young girl. Every understanding of the world possible I possess, you have probably long since experienced, and with my life experience, I cannot find an activity or place to entertain you."

Shi Nian’s honesty made Huangfu Huazhang raise an eyebrow slightly.

He lowered his blue eyes, studying hers intently.

Within them lay small anxieties, even small self-doubt, honestly and openly.

He smiled, "You’ve elevated me too much. Actually, this world has far too many wonderful things I haven’t had the chance to experience. Even those things that seem beneath me aren’t disliked by me per se, just that I don’t have the ability to enjoy them, but I care much about face, so I refused to admit it and simply pretended to disdain them."

"Oh?" Shi Nian raised her eyes in surprise.

This was Huangfu Huazhang opening his heart to her.

He nodded with a shy smile, "Did you forget? Since childhood, I’ve always been a child living outside the norm. All the ordinary experiences other boys have in childhood and adolescence, I didn’t. Those youthful and reckless days were merely like movies reflected through a window for me; I could see them but not approach."

Shi Nian clapped her hands, "I’ll first send the sir home, then head to the company and finish work. Sir can use the afternoon to rest at home or deal with his own business, wait for my off-hours. After work, I’ll take you somewhere then!"

Light shimmered in Huangfu Huazhang’s eyes, revealing undeniable joy.

"...It’s really a date, isn’t it?"

Shi Nian tilted her head in thought, "That depends on whether sir enjoys it. If pleased, it counts as a date; if not, then naturally it shouldn’t be called a date. Maybe name it ’experiment.’

"Ha..." He blocked his lips with his fist, lowering his head with a soft chuckle.

Despite the subdued laughter, his demeanor still couldn’t quite conceal his pride, yet the laugh carried an element of youthful mischief.

This iceberg or silhouette-like man gradually added traces of mortal warmth, though still enigmatic, increasingly becoming someone alive with flesh and blood.

Considering this, Shi Nian wasn’t sure whether to be sad or glad.

The change in Huangfu Huazhang must have been because of her.

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Shi Nian returned to the company in the afternoon, but found herself unable to muster the energy to write. She simply gave Xiao Mai and Ye He directions for the next steps at work and went to the archive room to find a secluded corner for a quick nap.

Utterly exhausted, being in Tang Yanqing’s office earlier had left her drained.

He was simply a big kid who delighted in his advantage for the first time, each occasion depleting his energy to the last drop.

Although she was on top today, and he put in the effort, the tumultuous motion still drained her strength. Moreover, each climax always left her momentarily breathless and faint.

She wanted to sleep, but whenever her thoughts wandered to that matter, she couldn’t fall asleep.

Her body, stirred by the memories, started to heat up again until tiny beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

Indescribable, she was still a married woman of four years, yet it wasn’t until being with him that she learned the taste of longing. Each upheaval left her with lingering thoughts.

... So she couldn’t help but anticipate the next time.

Even though today was an unexpected incident, she couldn’t refuse, and before he entered, she was already—wet with desire.

Couldn’t think any further, damn it.

She took a deep breath, wrapped her arms around herself, commanding herself to calm down.

But the silence in the data room was still oppressive. People are strange like this; the quieter the environment, the more you aim to focus on one thing, yet the easier it is for thoughts to race unchecked.

She could only close her eyes, and all she saw were scenes from before.

—She lowered her head and saw the flush of pink on the young, handsome man’s face. That pink, it was because of her. Hence, she couldn’t resist tightening...

—Moved by passion, she couldn’t help but slide her hands up his waist. The man’s skin was tight, smooth, and his muscles were taut. She clenched her fingers around his tight, soul-consuming waistline, grinding with force...

Her body was about to boil over.

She hurriedly grabbed her phone.

Miss him so much, miss him so much, miss...

Really wanted to make a call, even sending a message would be nice.

But she couldn’t, she didn’t dare.

Yet at this moment, as if blessed with intuition, the phone suddenly jumped.

She hurriedly swiped the screen, and it was surprisingly a TALK dialog box popping up.

She told herself, "Miss you."

Those two words made her heart surge with a heat wave, overwhelmingly, irrepressibly.

God, she knew it was sent by him. At this moment she wished she could rush to hug TALK’s technical director MUA in excitement, just because he insisted on not fixing TALK’s bug where one can speak to oneself!

TALK users had once complained online about this bug, saying TALK should be for "conversation," not "self-talk," questioning why not fix the bug that allows one to send and receive messages to oneself. But that tech nerd responded in an article, saying modern society has increased opportunities for socializing, both real and virtual. People seemingly have more friends, their social circles are buzzing. It seems people wouldn’t feel lonely anymore.

Unfortunately, the truth is quite the opposite. People invest too much of their time and energy into this so-called lively interaction but instead feel even more isolated.

So TALK insists on retaining the "self-talk" function, allowing people, even when immersed in crowds, when that inescapable loneliness still inevitably strikes, at least to have the option to talk to themselves.

Shi Nian stared at those two words, and the agitation in her heart finally calmed down.

Suddenly realizing that brief moment of annoyance and agitation was—loneliness.

She repeatedly traced her fingertips over the screen, finally sending those two words in "copy" form.

Not typed freshly, just copied. So it seemed more like a technical bug rather than her responding to him, right?

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Earlier.

Huangfu Huazhang watched Shi Nian leave, full of tenderness, his face lined with a smile.

Once Shi Nian’s four-handed Beetle was out of sight, Xia Zuo glanced quietly at the gentleman, wanting to ask about his subsequent plans. Yet he saw the gentleman’s expression had unknowingly turned pale.

That paleness, that indifference, was the gentleman of the past.

Even Xia Zuo felt a chill in his heart, pondering silently without daring to speak.

The gentleman also remained silent, turned on his heel, and walked directly into the castle. He entered the audio-visual room but didn’t use the professional-grade equipment to show movies, instead cutting into Kangchuan University’s surveillance system.

The giant LCD screen in front quickly split into small square images, looking like a window, with each frame seemingly a gap revealing scenes of human life.

And the gentleman, alone in front of the screen, still seemed like the lonely child of yesteryear, guarding a window and looking out at the world.