A Twisted Love Affair
Chapter 42: Zhou Luchen: I think it’s possible to have if I want it_1

Chapter 42: Zhou Luchen: I think it’s possible to have if I want it_1

Zhou Luchen’s lips quirked as he reached out, his fingers flicking the paddle shifter beneath the steering wheel.

Shen Jing raised her chin at him. "I won’t let you come to grief on my account."

She wouldn’t mention ’death’; it was bad luck.

But to Zhou Luchen, it sounded like she meant something else.

「Twenty minutes later, a small incident did occur.」

Her phone rang. Unsure where she’d tossed it, she momentarily lost her grip on the steering wheel.

BANG—

The sports car’s front end hit a road sign. Fortunately, the car’s emergency safety system automatically activated the brakes, preventing any serious damage.

Zhou Luchen found it amusing. He remained calm, smoking his cigarette, not particularly concerned about this minor incident.

Shen Jing wouldn’t have had an accident even if she’d floored the gas pedal. He had precise control over everything and had always been confident in his car’s safety system; that was why he let her drive.

Shen Jing rolled down the window and leaned forward. "Is it broken?"

It wasn’t broken; the car had only scraped off some paint.

Zhou Luchen rubbed her head. "Were you scared?"

She nodded. "It looks so ugly with its ’head’ scraped."

She wanted to open the door and check, but when she looked up, the rain was pouring harder. BOOM! Thunder rumbled as lightning flashed across the sky.

The car could still be driven, but she didn’t dare drive it now.

"No need to look." Zhou Luchen patted his thigh, gesturing for her to come over.

At that moment, Shen Jing slowly unbuckled her seatbelt, climbed over the center console, and settled into Zhou Luchen’s lap.

She didn’t know who he called. He just said, "Send a car over," then hung up.

Shen Jing’s fingers snaked inside his suit jacket, her hand wrapping around his lean waist over the silky fabric of his shirt. Her pinkie finger, just a bit lower, brushed against the cold, hard leather of his belt.

Her hand stiffened, and she didn’t dare move it any further.

Zhou Luchen set his phone aside. His palm rested lightly on her lower back, his fingertips gently stroking her sweater. "What are you afraid of?"

Shen Jing buried her face in his collarbone. "It’s not about the money, really. It’s just that the only one of its kind in the world is gone, just like that."

The sports car is disfigured. He probably won’t want it anymore, she assumed.

Zhou Luchen chuckled softly. "If I want one, I can have one."

Shen Jing didn’t understand. She didn’t grasp that even if this one was gone, he could custom-order an identical model.

"Really?"

Zhou Luchen tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes gazing at the rainy scene outside the car window. "Why would I lie to you?"

Shen Jing muttered softly, "It’s such a pity. What a waste of money."

Zhou Luchen’s tone was nonchalant. "I have money."

Shen Jing truly had no comeback to those three words.

BOOM! BOOM!

White lightning exploded in the dark sky at the end of the road. The oppressive weather brought a sudden downpour that battered the car windows, nearly obscuring their view.

The beauty in his arms startled.

Zhou Luchen’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

For the next twenty minutes, they sat in the passenger seat—Shen Jing on Zhou Luchen’s lap—waiting for the Zhou Family’s bodyguards to arrive.

A Maybach pulled up behind the sports car. A bodyguard got out, opened an umbrella, and walked toward them. Opening their car door, he said, "Second Young Master."

Zhou Luchen patted Shen Jing’s shoulder. "Let’s get out."

She had dozed off against Zhou Luchen’s chest and was now murmuring, "No," in her drowsy state.

Damn, she’s always so clingy.

Zhou Luchen grew a little impatient and simply lifted her out of the car.

The bodyguard hurriedly stepped back to make way, holding the umbrella over Zhou Luchen’s head.

He watched as the distinguished Second Young Master carried a young lady out of the car.

The young lady was nestled on his shoulder, her long hair covering half of her fair, small face. Her eyelashes rested gently on her cheeks, and she looked quiet and serene in her sleep.

The bodyguard recognized her—the young lady who was always by the Second Young Master’s side.

The Second Young Master had won awards for his driving skills and was never known to have accidents. This was the first time an incident involving hitting a road sign had occurred. It seemed the young lady must have been the one who crashed.

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