This… this is impossible!
Xu Yi stared at the message, his expression like he had seen a ghost.
His mind kept replaying those cringeworthy, death-by-sweetness lines of poetry.
"This…" Xu Yi was utterly dumbfounded.
It was simply too unbelievable!
Ye Wanwan's love letter wasn't written for someone else—it was for his own master?!
Xu Yi's unusual reaction naturally caught Si Yehan's attention. The man's voice came out hoarse and chilling: "Hand it over."
Under Si Yehan's icy, murderous gaze, Xu Yi didn't dare delay. He quickly and respectfully offered the phone with both hands.
The man's fingers tightened slightly around the device. After a brief pause, he finally looked through the cracked screen at the content of the message.
It was a photo—and in the photo was unmistakably the very love letter that had just incinerated his insides into ashes moments ago.
The man's eyes narrowed dangerously. But at that moment, his peripheral vision accidentally swept over the sender's name at the top—Wanwan!
Wan… wan…
Once he clearly saw the nickname in the sender field, the man's dark, frigid expression froze on his face, instantly melting into stunned disbelief.
This message…
Was sent by Ye Wanwan?
His finger instinctively scrolled down. Not only was there the love letter, but right below it was an adorably sweet heart emoji.
That evidence of her "betrayal," that love letter supposedly written for Gu Yueze…
Was actually… for him!
Willing to become your collar, to receive the lingering fragrance from your noble head;
Willing to become your sash, to bind your slender, graceful waist;
Willing to become the gloss in your hair, to brush through the dark tresses falling over your shoulders…
Just as the man's expression went completely blank, another message arrived right after—
[Ninth Master Ninth Master… why haven't you replied yet? Did I write it well… please praise me, please compliment me, please give me a kiss… 🥺💕]
The servants who had been trembling and cowering in the corners were now exchanging bewildered glances. They had no idea why their master—who moments ago looked ready to destroy the world—had suddenly gone quiet. He kept staring at the phone with shifting expressions, as if the screen might sprout flowers at any second.
Xu Yi couldn't figure out what attitude Si Yehan was in right now. He cautiously tested the waters. "Ninth Master, you…"
Si Yehan: "Quiet."
Xu Yi immediately shut his mouth.
After that single word, Si Yehan began staring at the phone with utmost seriousness. His long, elegant fingers tapped across the cracked screen.
Perhaps because the screen was shattered, the touch wasn't very responsive. The man furrowed his brows slightly.
Xu Yi was dying of curiosity. He couldn't help stealing a glance from the corner of his eye.
Then—his dog eyes nearly went blind…
Ye Wanwan had just sent another unbearably sweet message, and his master, using that broken screen, typed out one word with pauses and effort:
[Good]
Xu Yi stared at that single "Good" in absolute horror.
He couldn't even fathom that his master actually thought Ye Wanwan's little love poem was… good?!
While he was still reeling in shock, the man's voice returned—now cool and composed once more: "Have them come back."
In an instant, the man's face thawed like spring returning to the earth. His gaze lingered word by word over the poem in the love letter, clearly in an excellent mood.
"Uh… yes!" Xu Yi hurriedly responded, then quickly called back all the people who had been sent to the school to grab Ye Wanwan.
A cataclysmic storm… had just been dispelled like that!?