Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

Chapter 389 Lin Yiyu is Jealous

Two figures were seen walking hand in hand into the courtyard.

Walking on the right is Shi Wanxia, ​​wearing a moon-white gauze dress. The hem of the dress sways gently with her steps, and the sunlight falls on her hair, casting a soft halo.

Walking to her left was Choi Ji-ho.

Cui Zhihao, dressed in a lake-blue brocade robe, stood tall and straight, still maintaining his gentle and refined demeanor.

What made Lin Yiyu's pupils shrink suddenly was that Cui Zhihao's right hand was firmly holding Shi Jie's left hand.

The posture was so natural, as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times, without the slightest hint of awkwardness, and even carried an indescribable intimacy.

Lin Yiyu subconsciously slowed the horse's hooves, almost thinking he was seeing things.

Choi Ji-ho? The one who always spouts "men and women should not touch each other" and "propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame," and who keeps a three-foot distance even when speaking to a woman, and is privately called "the wooden gentleman" by the noble ladies of the capital?

How could he hold Sister Shi's hand in broad daylight?

Although this street corner isn't particularly busy, pedestrians do occasionally pass by, and it's possible that someone else witnessed what just happened.

Given Choi Ji-ho's personality, he would never do something so "unseemly".

Something is wrong, so wrong.

Lin Yiyu felt as if something had been poking at his heart, leaving him feeling both suffocated and heavy.

Although he hadn't fully revealed his feelings for Sister Shi, he had already included her in his "own people" group and wouldn't allow anyone else to easily interfere.

As for Cui Zhihao, although he was a friend from a similar family background, he and Shi Jie were not a good match. How could his family, a scion of a prominent family, possibly agree to him marrying an ordinary woman?

This action has now crossed the invisible line in his heart.

He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, dismounted, handed the reins to his attendants behind him, and said in a deep voice, "You wait outside for now."

After saying that, he strode towards the courtyard gate that had just been closed.

The door wasn't latched, and he opened it with a gentle push.

Inside the courtyard, Cui Zhihao and Shi Wanxia were walking side by side toward the main house, seemingly talking in hushed tones. Shi Wanxia tilted her head slightly, a gentle smile on her face that Lin Yiyu had never seen before.

Lin Yiyu was furious. He turned around, circled behind the two, and suddenly jumped out.

With a swift movement, he hooked his arm around Choi Ji-ho's shoulder with practiced ease, and with considerable force.

"Hey, Brother Cui, Sister Shi, what are you two whispering about?"

His voice carried a deliberate cheerfulness, but his sharp eyes swept over the two clasped hands.

Cui Zhihao was clearly not expected that someone would suddenly appear behind him. His body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and he released Shi Wanxia's hand almost reflexively.

He turned his head, saw that it was Lin Yiyu, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. Then he raised his hand and lightly slapped away Lin Yiyu's hand that was on his shoulder.

"Fang Wen, how old are you! Why are you still so clumsy?"

Choi Jiho's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible displeasure, as if he were scolding an immature younger brother, but deep in his eyes was a trace of wariness at being interrupted.

Lin Yiyu raised an eyebrow, not missing the moment he let go of his hand, nor ignoring the slight unease in his tone.

He was about to say something when he saw Cui Zhihao take another half step closer to Shi Qingwan without making a sound. His posture seemed to be silently declaring something, or deliberately separating Lin Yiyu.

A surge of inexplicable anger welled up in Lin Yiyu's heart; he couldn't stand seeing Cui Zhihao like this.

They clearly did something outrageous, but they still put on a sanctimonious act.

"Am I clumsy?"

Lin Yiyu chuckled, his gaze sweeping between the two before finally settling on Cui Zhihao's face. "Brother Cui, that's an interesting point. Just now..."

He was interrupted by Choi Ji-ho before he could finish speaking.

Choi Ji-ho raised his chin, his tone carrying a hint of elder's admonition: "You, just talk, don't pull and tug, don't put your arms around each other, it's not a good look."

He deliberately emphasized the words "has a very bad influence," as if the person holding hands with him on the street corner just now wasn't him at all.

Lin Yiyu almost laughed out of anger at his words.

So, it's considered bad if he puts his arm around someone's shoulder, but it's perfectly acceptable for Choi Ji-ho to hold Shi's hand in broad daylight?

He looked at Sister Shi, trying to find something on her face.

Shi Wanxia seemed a little uncomfortable as well. She avoided his gaze, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "Xiaoyu is back? Did you just come back from outside?"

Her voice remained gentle, yet carried a subtle hint of evasion.

This deepened Lin Yiyu's doubts.

Sister Shi's reaction clearly indicates that she tacitly approves of Cui Zhihao's actions, or even... protects him?

He took a deep breath, suppressing his agitation, but deliberately feigned ignorance, scratching his head: "Yeah, I just got back from the horse farm. But I think I just saw..."

"Brother Cui is holding Sister Shi's hand? Am I seeing things?"

"After all, Brother Cui has always been very particular about these things, how could he..."

He deliberately spoke bluntly and somewhat foolishly, just to see how Choi Ji-ho would explain himself.

Cui Zhihao's expression darkened slightly, seemingly not expecting Lin Yiyu to expose him so directly.

He paused for a moment before slowly saying, "Just now, your sister twisted her ankle, and I helped her up. Perhaps you saw it from a distance and mistook it for her."

This explanation sounds reasonable, and there's nothing wrong with it.

But Lin Yiyu simply refused to believe it.

He saw it clearly just now; it was obviously holding hands, not just a brief moment of helping each other up.

Besides, with Sister Shi's skills, although she may not be considered a martial arts master, she is by no means weak and frail. How could she easily sprain her ankle?

Even if he sprained his ankle, given Choi Ji-ho's "gentlemanly" manners, he should have asked a maid to help him, rather than doing it himself and leading him all the way into the courtyard.

He was about to ask a few more questions when Cui Zhihao spoke up again, his tone carrying a hint of dismissal: "Your sister and I still have some things to discuss. You've just returned and must be tired. Go back to your room and rest."

Is this an attempt to get rid of him?

Lin Yiyu was unwilling to comply.

If he leaves today, wouldn't that be tacitly admitting that there's something between them that he can't know?

He simply sat down on the stone bench next to him, making it clear that he was determined not to leave: "It's okay, I'm not tired."

"I also have something I'd like to say to Sister Shi. Brother Cui, you don't mind if I listen in, do you?"

He met Choi Ji-ho's gaze openly, with a hint of youthful stubbornness and defiance.

Cui Zhihao's face turned completely cold, and his gaze towards Lin Yiyu finally carried a hint of undisguised sharpness.

Caught between the two, Shi Wanxia sighed softly, "Xiaoyu, don't be like this..."

"Sister Shi,"

Lin Yiyu interrupted her, staring intently at her, "Tell me, what exactly happened just now? Are you hiding something from me?"

He had a vague sense of unease. Cui Zhihao's unusual behavior today, Sister Shi's evasiveness, and their hands clasped together...

Brother Cui and Sister Shi are of one mind, how could he not know that? It's just that their relationship is developing a little too fast.

There must be some hidden story behind this that he doesn't know about.

This hidden truth made him feel an unprecedented unease.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Cui Zhihao's face was ashen, Shi Wanxia's brows furrowed slightly, while Lin Yiyu stared stubbornly at Shi Qingwan, refusing to back down an inch.