Peerless Beauty in the World

"I wonder what's really going on in Yi's mind?"

Liu Huijuan lay on the bed, sighing deeply.

Ever since her son graduated from university, she had been anxious about his lack of a relationship, always urging him to find someone.

But now that he was seeing someone, she was even more troubled—both women were exceptional, the kind you’d struggle to find even with a lantern.

Though their interactions had been brief, both had left a strong impression on her.

Nan Zhi had a wonderful personality, was beautiful, refined yet down-to-earth, and worked as a lawyer. There was a charmingly naive sweetness to her words that made Liu Huijuan adore her.

Shu, on the other hand, seemed more assertive, handling social situations with grace—someone who could hold her own in any setting. Her profession was equally respectable, and aside from being slightly older, she had almost no flaws.

Most importantly, both women genuinely cared for Yi—something even Old Man Liu from the neighborhood could see.

"Old Shen, what kind of spell has this rascal cast on them?"

Shen's Mother gazed out the window absentmindedly, posing the question to her husband.

Shen's Father, drowsy from the alcohol, was already on the verge of sleep, barely responsive to the outside world, only managing to mumble a few monosyllabic sounds.

"Mmm... mmm..."

Shen's Mother hadn’t really expected an answer anyway. She sighed to herself,

"Neither of them knows about the other yet. If this boat tips over, everything will come to light—and that won’t be good..."

"Let’s not end up losing both the chicken and the egg."

……

Leaving aside Shen's Mother’s worries, Shu Yunyi followed Shen Yi upstairs to rest.

The room wasn’t large, but it had everything they needed. Shu Yunyi sat on the edge of the bed, taking it in.

It was just as she remembered. Before they got married, every time they visited his hometown, they had slept in separate rooms—at least in name.

Even though they had been inseparable back then, Shen's Mother had insisted on the arrangement, and Shu Yunyi had grown used to it.

She lay down and rolled over once. The sheets and blankets were clean, carrying no lingering scent.

Shu Yunyi turned on her side, ready to rest for a while. She had exercised in the morning, driven in the afternoon, and spent the evening tense during dinner, putting on a 'performance'—today had truly worn her out.

"This is..."

Suddenly, her eyes sharpened. She reached out and plucked a long, slender strand of hair from the pillow beside her.

It was unmistakably a woman’s hair.

She sat up abruptly, holding the strand between her fingers, stretching it out as she mentally compared its length to Shen's Mother’s pinned-up hair.

"Seems about the same..."

"But this one is darker and shinier. Though there’s no way to confirm for sure."

Then she chuckled to herself, amused by her own unfounded suspicion.

"I could star in a detective drama..."

Twirling the strand around her finger, she didn’t dwell on it. The bedding had been prepared by Shen's Mother—it was perfectly normal for a stray hair or two to be left behind.

After resting for a while, she got up to use the bathroom.

Since she had arrived in a hurry, she hadn’t brought any spare clothes or pajamas, so she had to borrow some from Shen Yi.

She walked to the opposite door and knocked. After a moment, it opened.

The moment she saw Shen Yi, Shu Yunyi couldn’t help but smile, tilting her head as she teased,

"You took so long. What were you doing behind my back?"

Shen Yi stepped back to let her in, closing the door with a huff.

"What else? Using the bathroom. You really know how to pick your timing."

She had knocked so urgently that he thought something was wrong, hastily pulling up his pants to answer.

Alone in the room, Shu Yunyi relaxed even more. Ever since seeing Shen Yi, her mood had been nothing short of euphoric.

Her eyes curved into crescents as she reached out, lifting Shen Yi’s chin with her fingers.

"Yi, I’ve noticed you lack respect for your teacher."

Shen Yi’s head tilted up with her touch, but his free hands suddenly attacked her sides, tickling her mercilessly.

"Pfft—hahaha!"

Shu Yunyi was caught off guard, bursting into laughter as she collapsed against him.

Shen Yi held her steady, preventing her from sliding to the floor, then leaned in to whisper in her ear,

"Is this respectful enough, Yun-jie?"

"Hah... hah... Enough, enough! It tickles!"

Gasping between giggles, Shu Yunyi was powerless against the tickling—it was one of their little private games.

"Let go, stop it, I give up!"

Shen Yi relented, helping her straighten up.

Shu Yunyi gradually caught her breath, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"So, why’d you come over?"

Shen Yi’s teasing smirk made her cough lightly, feigning seriousness.

"Nothing much. Just wanted to see if you were asleep yet."

"Whether I’m asleep or not doesn’t matter, but Mom isn’t asleep yet..."

Shen Yi was laughing inwardly but kept up the act, enjoying her flustered reaction.

The mature schoolteacher felt a flicker of embarrassment at having her intentions exposed, but she doubled down stubbornly.

"It’s not like I was dying to sleep with you. I just came because I didn’t bring anything and needed to borrow your stuff."

With that, she strode into the bathroom and shut the door, cutting off any further teasing.

Shen Yi watched her hasty retreat, smiling silently to himself.

After their long separation, Shu Yunyi’s desires were obvious—she just wanted to hear him ask her to stay. But he had deliberately danced around the topic.

Hmph, today I’ll make you beg me yourself~

Shu Yunyi pressed her lips together in the mirror, amused by their little marital game.

Shaking off her thoughts, she ran her fingers over the toothbrush, towel, and other toiletries on the sink.

"Yi, are all these yours?"

"Yep, feel free to use them."

With his permission, Shu Yunyi picked up the toothbrush, squeezed on some toothpaste, and began brushing.

Standing before the mirror, she examined her reflection as she brushed, nodding in satisfaction at her appearance.

Perhaps it was the alcohol from dinner, but her face was flushed, her skin glowing—she looked radiant.

After rinsing her mouth, she unbuttoned her blazer, carefully removing and folding her clothes.

She’d need to wear them again tomorrow—getting them wet would be a hassle.

Turning on the shower, she stepped under the spray, tilting her head back as the warm water cascaded over her.

Soon, she stepped out, rinsing off the last of the suds, and reached for a towel.

Wrapping her hair in a towel, she began dressing.

Halfway through putting on her undergarments, she paused, a mischievous idea striking her.

Leaving her beige blazer on the rack, she grabbed Shen Yi’s white T-shirt and pulled it on.

Standing before the mirror, she swayed slightly, admiring how the loose fabric draped over her curves, creating undulating waves with every movement.

Hands on her hips, her face still flushed from the steam, her eyes shimmered with a magnetic allure.

Leaning forward slightly, she smirked.

If you can’t see your toes when you look down—then you’re truly a sight to behold.