A Twisted Love Affair
Chapter 33: Shen Jing, are you still angry?_1

Chapter 33: Shen Jing, are you still angry?_1

When it came to dealing with someone like Zhao Zhiqiang, talking nicely rarely worked. Chen Yao still had moves to play and didn’t want to waste time. Zhao Zhiqiang’s backer had just had him removed from his position. He wanted to curse, but then he considered that Zhao Zhiqiang was already over forty.

Chen Yao said, "You need to turn yourself in, pay a fine, spend fifteen days in detention, and when you come out, you’ll still be the general manager of Heyun. If you don’t go, your backer at Yilian will kick you out. Fifteen days in exchange for keeping such a nice house—wouldn’t you take that deal?"

Zhao Zhiqiang was silent; Yilian was making a business deal with Zhou Luchen.

The first step was to deal with him, Zhao Zhiqiang.

All for a woman, really, Young Master Zhou?

The same Young Master Zhou who could have easily laughed it off.

Zhao Zhiqiang adamantly denied everything, valuing his reputation most. As long as he didn’t admit to anything, no one could touch him.

"I’m sorry, but how can I confess to something I haven’t done?"

"Fine," Chen Yao slapped his thigh. "I really admire your defiant spirit, and I hope you’ll be just as tough tonight."

Zhao Zhiqiang responded with a smile, "Take care, Young Master Chen."

"Sure," Chen Yao turned to leave, waving goodbye. "Zhao Zhiqiang, I’ve already informed you. You’re the one who missed the opportunity, so don’t cry, understand?"

Zhao Zhiqiang forced a smile and agreed.

"You’re still wearing a wedding ring on your left hand. You have a wife, yet you’re not faithful," Chen Yao added, letting the words hang in the air.

A sudden sense of unease gripped Zhao Zhiqiang’s heart. Watching Chen Yao walk away, he immediately locked the door.

"Madam, what should we do?"

Mrs. Zhao was even more disgusted with Zhao Zhiqiang’s behavior. In front of others, she would support her husband, but the more she thought about it at home, the more repulsed she felt. "How shameless can you be, not being discreet about anything at all?"

"My dear, if Yilian abandons me, what kind of jewelry would you wear? In what kind of mansion would you live?"

Zhao Zhiqiang knew precisely how to hit his wife’s weak spot—wealth and status.

"Didn’t you say your niece in Hong Kong, that famous celebrity, knows Zhou Luchen?" Zhao Zhiqiang asked with a playful smile. "Yes, that one, Lu Siyuan. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen her. Shall we invite her over?"

Mrs. Zhao considered it. "Yes, that’s right. Let me think."

Mrs. Zhao’s maiden name was Lu. She was Lu Siyuan’s aunt.

This is what Mrs. Zhao told Lu Siyuan: "Help your aunt and uncle. In the future, if Yilian has any endorsements, we’ll definitely pull some strings to get them for you."

Thinking of Shen Jing on the other side, Lu Siyuan decided to take a gamble.

「Meanwhile.」

Shen Jing carried a fish tank to the hotel’s kitchen and set it down gently.

She told the head chef, "Braise it and send it to the presidential suite."

She didn’t want this sea bass anymore. When she kept it in the room, Zhou Luchen had occasionally mentioned a fishy smell.

Between the lines, in his eyes, it was just a fish, nothing of great importance.

Actually, he was obsessive about cleanliness—emotional cleanliness, and indeed, cleanliness in all things. No one could find a place in his heart.

Shen Jing left the kitchen.

At that moment, Chen Yao said, "When it comes to romance, this Second Young Master is always outwardly enthusiastic but inwardly indifferent. Trying to truly understand his heart is harder than convincing my mom to let me skip wearing long johns."

Chen Yao always spoke with wit and humor.

Shen Jing let out a chuckle.

They were all noble young masters who treated love as insignificant.

When Zhou Luchen woke up, he felt the empty space beside him on the pillow.

He leaned against the headboard. The fish tank that used to be by the bar, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, was gone.

Over the few days she’d had it, Shen Jing had always called the fish Luchen in a gentle voice.

——Luchen, isn’t the ocean better? Sorry for bringing you ashore.

——Luchen, can’t you sleep? Why are you still swimming around so late at night?

——Luchen, do you prefer shrimp or dragon fruit?

The door opened. Shen Jing tiptoed in and, upon realizing Zhou Luchen was awake, gently climbed onto the bed and hooked her arms around his neck.

"’Luchen is too hard to keep alive,’ she said. ’I don’t particularly care for it anyway. I sent it to the kitchen to have the chef braise it.’"

She had named it Luchen, after his name.

Zhou Luchen pinned her down, immobilizing her hands and feet, a faint smile on his face.

"’How dare you braise something I gave you?’"

Shen Jing gently met his gaze. She had slept well and looked radiant; her smile today was especially stunning. "’It’s already been gutted and cut up.’"

Zhou Luchen pinched her backside, causing her a pain that seemed to satisfy him. "’I stayed up all night and practically moved heaven and earth to get that for you, and you just want it braised?’"

After Shen Jing exclaimed in surprise, her smile remained undiminished. "’Shall we try it together in a bit?’"

Zhou Luchen stretched out his hand and dialed the room service number.

"’Where’s the fish from the kitchen?’"

The polite reply came from the other end, "’Please wait a moment, Mr. Zhou. The braised sea bass will be ready soon.’"

After hearing him finish, Shen Jing bit her finger and gently raised her eyes to look at the man pressing his entire weight onto her. He was stark naked.

Why is it always male beauty tempting me right before my eyes? she thought. How can I control this?

Suddenly, everything went dark as Zhou Luchen threw a white blanket over her and pulled her under the covers.

"Shen Jing, are you still angry?"

"I’m not... Mmph..."

"’To hell with your damn braised sea bass!’"

"Don’t bite me, Zhou Luchen."

Ouch, ouch, ouch. Her delicate lips would probably be swollen and marked again.

BEEP, BEEP.

Someone rang the doorbell.

Next, Zhou Luchen’s phone rang.

The interruption broke their ’battle,’ finally allowing Shen Jing to catch her breath.

Shen Jing glanced at the side display screen. The butler service system’s camera showed Lu Siyuan standing outside the door: she wore red lipstick, had wavy hair, and was dressed in a JK-style skirt.

Shen Jing hooked Zhou Luchen’s neck and pulled him back. "’Don’t answer it! Don’t open the door!’"

He pinched her lips. "’Trying to control me?’"

Shen Jing met his gaze, but never for long. Zhou Luchen’s eyes were too dark and deep; his smile, dazzling and rippling, could make her melt in three seconds.

In this position, with his heated breath so close, Shen Jing became even more petulant. "’Are you going to let me call the shots or not?’"

Zhou Luchen yanked the white blanket to the floor, his sexy, husky voice slowly rising beside her ear, "’Are you going to let me do you or not?’"

...

Lu Siyuan waited for a long time, but still, nobody answered the door. Yet, the front desk said that the two guests inside hadn’t come out.

In broad daylight.

Lu Siyuan had a bad feeling as she stood silently looking at the doorplate. After a long time, her nose suddenly stung as if she were about to cry, and she turned to leave.

Zhou Luchen, oh Zhou Luchen, how could you change so much? I really can’t see what it is about her that’s right for you.

Lu Siyuan decided to wait, sitting alone quietly in the restaurant.

She encountered Chen Yao coming in for dinner.

Chen Yao had also recently gotten into playing Candy Crush and was quite addicted, so he didn’t approach Lu Siyuan.

In the past, when she was with Zhou Luchen, Chen Yao would greet her with a "Lu Siyuan, the superstar!" Now, he couldn’t be bothered to even say hello.

He used to show her some courtesy for Zhou Luchen’s sake. Otherwise, Chen Yao rarely associated with A-list celebrities from the entertainment industry, wanting to avoid unintentionally trending on social media. That was no fun.

Just live a low-profile life.

As for the Zhao Zhiqiang affair, Chen Yao wasn’t in any hurry.

The Second Young Master had plenty of ways to deal with it.

Lu Siyuan took a sip of water and asked Chen Yao, "Are you all trying to make trouble because of Shen Jing?"

Chen Yao immediately closed his game and sat up straight. "’Don’t you know how to talk? Aren’t you aware your uncle was messing around?’"

Lu Siyuan fell silent for a moment. "’But my aunt said Shen Jing was the one who didn’t grasp the situation and hit someone first. Since everyone knew each other, my uncle didn’t make a big deal out of it.’"