Women and men are different—a truth Zhou You understood well. So Yun Mingyue’s actions didn’t strike him as strange at all.
He messaged Sun Qing on DingTalk. Only after getting clear confirmation that the taxi fare would be reimbursed did he hail a cab.
While Zhou You waited, a commotion suddenly erupted nearby.
A row of sleek black luxury sedans lined up neatly outside the neighboring Huancheng Hotel. Elegantly dressed men and women—clearly elites—murmured excitedly at the entrance.
An elder sternly warned a younger man:
“The young lady inside is Old Master Chen’s most doted-on granddaughter. Embarrass yourself, and your old man will toss you into the Binjiang River.”
“Son,” another father urged, “seize this chance. If she favors you, even your dad could skip decades of grinding.”
A mother whispered to her daughter, “I heard she’s not into men—that’s why she’s still single. So… you and Mom go in together. United mother-daughter team—we’ve got this.”
Daughter: "???"
Zhou You caught snippets of the chatter. He glanced toward Huancheng Hotel, curiosity flickering. *A woman?*
Inside the hotel, Chen Tangtang—freshly freed from days of house arrest—was still flailing on her bed.
Maids stood by the bedside, visibly flustered.
“Young Miss, you may leave now. Why the gloom?”
“I came for my little god! I won’t see anyone else—tell those people outside to scram!”
“This…”
The maids dared not relay her outburst. The Young Miss could say anything; they, however, needed tact.
Yet Chen Tangtang showed no sign of moving.
Stalemate.
Then one maid brightened: “Young Miss, why not ask those outsiders to help find him?”
“Hmph.” Chen Tangtang let out an unexpectedly cold snort. She sat up, smoothed the wrinkles on her blouse, and swept the maids with a frosty gaze. “If word leaks that I came to Hangzhou to find someone—I don’t care how—you’ll all answer for it.”
She slipped on her heels and strode out. The stunned maids remained frozen.
A short distance away, Chen Tangtang paused at a corner, gently patted her chest, and let out a long sigh.
“Hehe~ Acting stern really works on them.”
Smug at having fooled the maids, she grinned—until she spotted more people gathering through the corridor window. Her delicate nose wrinkled. Mood souring, she pulled out her phone, opened WeChat, and vented in the group chat.
*Vrrr… vrrr…*
**Ice City Romance**: [Trapped in this hotel—so annoying!]
Zhou You checked the message and replied promptly.
**Handsome and Thoughtful God**: [If they’re up to no good, Ice Sister, call the police.]
**Ice City Romance**: [Can’t. Police won’t fix this.]
**Ice City Romance**: [P.S. I’m already in Hangzhou.]
*Hangzhou?*
Zhou You kept typing without overthinking.
**Handsome and Thoughtful God**: [Where exactly? If I’m close, I’ll come help.]
After all, this “older sister” had comforted his lonely moments. Helping a friend felt natural.
**Ice City Romance**: [So eager to see your sister?]
**Ice City Romance**: [Location shared]
Zhou You opened it. *Less than 100 meters to target.*
“Huancheng Hotel?”
He glanced at the elite crowd by the entrance—his expression faltered.
“Ice Sister’s not just a girl… she’s a legit heiress?”
Sister Hua being a domineering CEO was one thing—but Ice Sister too? What were the odds?
*Could the others in the group also be…?*
*Nope. Nope.*
Zhou You shook his head hard, dismissing the wild thought. If they were all like this, he’d just lie flat and hand them steel wool scrubbers.
**Ice City Romance**: [Why so quiet all of a sudden?]
**Handsome and Thoughtful God**: [Funny thing—I’m standing right outside Huancheng Hotel.]
Chen Tangtang’s eyes lit up. A plan clicked into place. Surprise? Forget it.
**Ice City Romance**: [Go wait at the hotel’s back door.]
She dashed back to her room—*thump-thump-thump*—and shouts of “Young Miss, you can’t do this!” erupted instantly.
Zhou You reached the back door, still puzzling over her plan—then froze.
A sweet-faced, round-cheeked woman with a notably ample figure leaned halfway out a second-floor window, waving.
“My little god~~ I’ll be right down~~”
She vanished. A pair of heels tumbled out, landing perfectly at his feet. Then, a rope of knotted bedsheets.
Barefoot and boldly grinning, she gripped the makeshift rope and swayed downward.
“Ice Sister!” Zhou You’s heart skipped half a beat.
He’d thought “Ice City Romance” was lively in chat—but meeting her in person? She’d been holding back.
Stuck midway, maids above tugged the rope, panicked. Someone bolted downstairs for help.
“Don’t pull me up!” Chen Tangtang swung playfully, utterly unbothered—while the maids above turned pale.
Seizing their shock, she loosened her grip, slid down sharply, glanced at the three-meter drop, and flashed him a radiant smile.
“Catch me, my little god!”
She let go.
*Thud!*
Zhou You caught her—but his face buried in her unexpectedly generous chest. He stumbled, tumbling to the ground.
*Thump… thump…*
Just then, the alerted crowd rushed around the corner—only to see the Young Miss clinging tightly to a flustered young man, cradling him like a prize.
The crowd: "???"
*What… just happened?*
