Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs
Chapter 335: Her Tolerance Has Gotten So High

Chapter 335: Chapter 335: Her Tolerance Has Gotten So High

Tang Yu rose from the lounge chair, her feet barely touching the ground before her legs felt weak and powerless, her body trembling due to discomfort.

It took several minutes to adapt before she could walk toward the living room.

She saw the company documents Ye Sihan had left on the dining table in the living room, as well as a work computer.

He was busy, but where had he gone?

He would definitely return, but when?

Her gaze fell on the fruit knife on the coffee table, exciting her emotions as if by obtaining the knife, she could be freed from her sorrowful life.

Sitting in the car downstairs, Ye Sihan was staring at the security footage on his phone, which displayed the interior of the rental house.

Every move Tang Yu made as she entered the living room was clear to see.

Especially the look in her eyes when she stared at the knife on the coffee table, filled with desire and joy.

Ye Sihan held his phone, his gaze dark and ominous.

Ayu, don’t disappoint me.

In the surveillance, Tang Yu seemed frozen, motionless as she stared at the fruit knife before finally approaching it.

Then she picked up the fruit knife.

Tang Yu looked at the blade in her hand, glinting coldly.

In front of the surveillance, Ye Sihan tensed up, his breathing slowed.

Tang Yu turned around and went to the kitchen, where she placed the knife in a drawer and locked it up.

Afterward, she returned to the lounge chair on the balcony, lay down, and closed her eyes.

Ye Sihan’s tense body relaxed, leaning back in his seat, his fingertips caressing Tang Yu’s face in the video, his eyes dark as if bewitched.

He had left on purpose and had intentionally left the fruit knife in an obvious spot in the living room.

It was to test Tang Yu.

Would she harm herself?

If she did, he would lock her up, confine her to the bed every day.

Good, she had grown smarter, knew she couldn’t resist, knew what was in her own best interest.

Ye Sihan was very pleased.

When Tang Yu awoke, Ye Sihan was sitting in a chair next to her, reviewing important company documents.

"You’re awake," Ye Sihan spoke, then turned to look at Tang Yu.

Tang Yu asked, her voice soft and weak from waking, "When did you come back?"

"Just now."

Tang Yu didn’t speak further, intending to rise.

But as she moved her body, it felt as if her waist was about to break.

When she couldn’t bear it any longer, a hand supported her back, helping her to sit up.

"What do you need? I’ll get it for you."

"It’s uncomfortable lying down," said Tang Yu, and feeling lighter, she found herself being held onto Ye Sihan’s lap.

"Still uncomfortable?" Ye Sihan’s large palm kneaded her waist.

Tang Yu’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she looked up at him, his face sharp and well-defined, his features deep and three-dimensional, yet they pierced deeply into her heart.

Meeting those bottomless black eyes, she said, "Much better."

Ye Sihan picked up a piece of fruit with a fork and held it to her mouth.

Tang Yu opened her mouth and ate the fruit.

Right after she swallowed, Ye Sihan’s face drew close, kissing her lips and delving deeper,

tasting the sweetness of the fruit.

"Hmm..." Tang Yu turned her face away, her breath quickening.

Ye Sihan’s nose brushed against her face, kissing her ear, "One day you’re going to drain me dry."

Tang Yu bit her lip, enduring the discomfort in her body, and remained silent.

Unexpectedly, that night, Ye Sihan did not touch her.

He simply held her as they slept.

Tang Yu curled up in his embrace, going from trembling with fear to falling asleep.

Ye Sihan was without the desire to sleep, holding her tight, not loosening his grip even as she slept through the night.

And just because Ye Sihan didn’t touch her, it didn’t mean Tang Yu’s mood improved.

She remained silent, often staring into the void, lost in thought, until exhausted, she slept.

Sometimes, Ye Sihan would approach her and she wouldn’t even notice.

That was the obedience Ye Sihan wanted: not hurting herself and not resisting.

But Ye Sihan’s mood was getting worse, always surrounded by a gloomy atmosphere.

At the dining table in the rental apartment, Xiao Yu sat on a chair, having finished talking about business, only to see Mr. Ye zoning out.

"Mr. Ye?"

"She’s asleep," Ye Sihan said, his words baffling Xiao Yu. "She doesn’t even want to see the child—what does that mean? What exactly is she unhappy about?"

Xiao Yu was adept at handling work and personal matters, but when it came to Tang Yu, he didn’t quite know how to resolve things.

More precisely, Mr. Ye’s thoughts were elusive.

But when your boss asks you, you can’t stay silent, "She might just be in a bad mood, give her some time, and it should be okay. Mr. Ye, you being here with her every day, she’ll understand your intentions."

"My intentions?" Ye Sihan’s dark eyes looked over, both cold and startling.

"After all, she is the child’s biological mother, and Mr. Ye doesn’t want anything to happen to her—it’s only natural," Xiao Yu said. "Tang Yu has been inside the whole time, maybe it would be good for Mr. Ye to take her out for a walk, perhaps that would lighten her mood."

Ye Sihan looked toward the room’s door; indeed, it had been a long time since they’d gone out.

Should he take the child? Better not, just the two of them should go, Tang Yu needs to confront him, not the child.

When Tang Yu woke up, she felt someone beside her, turned her face, and saw Ye Sihan sitting at the head of the bed.

What was he doing here?

Looking at something on his phone?

Did he need to be so close to her to look at his phone?

Just as her body was about to move inward, she heard Ye Sihan say, "Get up, let’s go out for a walk. We’ll eat dinner outside and then come back."

"I won’t go."

"I haven’t touched you in a few days, your body should be almost recovered," Ye Sihan said as if he hadn’t heard Tang Yu’s refusal, imposing his will.

"I said I won’t go..." Tang Yu was speaking when the shadow in front of her pressed down, enveloping her, making her dare not move.

"Why not go? Huh?"

"Not in the mood."

"Then when do you want to go out?"

Tang Yu was at a loss for words. She wanted to hide forever in her own world and not see anyone.

Especially Ye Sihan.

But she knew her capabilities were limited; how could she get some peace?

Should she wish for Ye Sihan to disappear from her world?

How would she do that...

Maybe she should just leave this room to be better off...

"I’ll go out with you," Tang Yu said.

Only then was Ye Sihan satisfied, and he picked her up.

Sitting in the car, Tang Yu watched the swiftly receding street view from the window, feeling its unfamiliarity and a subtle aversion.

She really wanted to jump out of the car.

A weight on the back of her hand brought her back to reality; Tang Yu regained her composure and looked over at Ye Sihan beside her, "What is it?"

"We’re almost there."

The car stopped at the most bustling area of Kyoto, where the streams of people were densest. Even on non-holidays, many people were either shopping or strolling.

Young people were in the majority.

"Let’s go." Ye Sihan took her hand and walked forward.

Tang Yu didn’t understand his actions, merely followed silently, experiencing the sensation of moving through the crowd.

By the ice cream shop next door, a couple was feeding each other ice cream, seemingly deeply in love, very sweet.

And at that moment, her hand was being held by Ye Sihan, looking very much like a couple.

This feeling confused Tang Yu, but she did not refuse.

She was even devoid of any embarrassment, as if anything Ye Sihan did to her was permissible.

Tang Yu asked herself, when had her tolerance become so high?

"Come here." After walking some distance, Ye Sihan pulled her to the front of a milk tea shop.