A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 107: They all said, don’t let me see you_1

Having locked the door to the teahouse, Shen Jing walked back to her apartment.

The streets were not deserted.

Just as she arrived at the base of her apartment building, she ran into Sun Qiyan.

There had been no warning; he hadn’t called.

But that wasn’t quite right; her phone had been occupied by that couple.

Sun Qiyan stood at the foot of the apartment building, a thermal container in hand, bracing himself against the chilly wind and streetlights.

A pure black, knee-length business coat made his tall stature stand out even more.

It was a pity it was so dark. If not for the streetlights, Shen Jing might not have realized it was him.

Shen Jing pocketed her keys and walked over to him. "Brother Qiyan."

Sun Qiyan thrust the thermal container into her arms. "Grandma asked me to deliver your New Year’s Eve dinner."

If she didn’t go back, Grandma would fuss, insisting Sun Qiyan make the trip. During the New Year’s celebration, Grandma, despite her occasional confusion and forgetfulness, would never leave her alone.

Sun Qiyan gestured for her to follow. "Let’s eat in my car; it’s cold outside."

After they got into the car, he conveniently offered her a lift back to Shanghai.

Shen Jing briefly scanned the pastries inside the thermal container. They were clearly prepared with care by Grandma just for her.

Shen Jing tasted a piece, chewing quietly, listening to the man beside her chat.

He spoke, and she listened. It was mostly about Grandma’s recent condition.

Very soft music played in the car—Huang Kaiqin’s song, "Lovers in the Rain"—quiet yet melodious. People of their age often enjoyed listening to old classic tunes.

"This is such a bother for you."

Sun Qiyan’s thick brows relaxed into a happy expression as he slowed for a traffic light. "It’s no bother. If Grandma weren’t around, my grandfather would also be lonely living alone."

She felt incredibly happy in Sun Qiyan’s car. "Grandpa and Grandma will both live to a ripe old age," she said.

Sun Qiyan laughed, thinking she was as naive as a child.

They chatted about some inconsequential matters.

Knowing she had a boyfriend, Sun Qiyan maintained a respectful distance appropriate for friends and drove her directly back to Yunding.

Upon arrival, Shen Jing was stunned; she had forgotten to tell him that she needed to return to the alleyway to keep Grandma company.

After parting with Sun Qiyan, she steeled herself and went upstairs.

The apartment was empty, except for the housekeeper taking care of the kitten. Shen Jing picked up the little cat.

She wanted the cat. Feeling like a thief, she bundled it up securely to take it away.

The housekeeper stood at the door, watching her leave. "Should I mention this to Mr. Zhou? Will I need to come over to take care of it tomorrow?"

Shen Jing reached for the elevator button. "No need for either."

That night, the gambling party at the seaside villa wasn’t particularly lively.

Zhou Luchen was on a winning streak, and his fellow players were wary of him; he always seemed to be favored by luck.

But he wasn’t in the mood to win, drinking one glass of alcohol after another.

He showed no signs of drunkenness, maintaining his usual nonchalant demeanor.

Zhuang Ming stood right behind him the entire time, meaning no young woman dared to approach Second Young Master Zhou. Once he brought a bodyguard, it was a clear signal for everyone to keep their distance.

After a while, Zhuang Ming, who was standing behind him, leaned down and whispered in Zhou Luchen’s ear, "Miss Shen just came by and took the cat."

Zhou Luchen accepted the drink offered to him, his voice cold. "Let her."

Zhuang Ming said no more. High-end hotels in the city didn’t allow pets, so who knew where Shen Jing would stay with the cat so late at night? The Second Young Master didn’t seem concerned.

"Yo, Second Young Master Zhou, how do you have the leisure to come out and play?" Chen Yao and Xing Fei had just returned from watching fireworks in the suburbs.

The two were arm in arm, looking quite content. That man, Chen Yao, professed love for every girlfriend but moved on just as quickly.

Genuine or fake feelings—it was really hard to tell.

Zhou Luchen glanced at them, then coldly withdrew his gaze, seemingly uninterested in Chen Yao’s affairs.

Chen Yao patted Xing Fei on the shoulder, hinting for her to go play elsewhere.

At that moment, Chen Yao sat on the armrest, leaning towards Zhou Luchen’s ear. "I saw her when I went to Su City. She was eating strawberries and didn’t even share one with me."

Zhou Luchen’s expression was indifferent, his extremely cold attitude making Chen Yao back off.

"Fine." Chen Yao reached out and poured himself a glass of wine. "I won’t disturb your game."

As Chen Yao helped Zhou Luchen with his cards, and with the New Year’s countdown about to begin, Xing Fei suddenly remembered Shen Jing, whom she had left behind in Su City.

Although Chen Yao’s friends were extremely polite to her, offering her all sorts of delicious food and drink, Xing Fei couldn’t settle down. Unaccustomed to the glittering world of the wealthy, she picked up her coat and stepped out.

Meanwhile, Shen Jing was driving back to her home in the alleyway.

A call came in from Xing Fei, asking her to go to the seaside villa to pick her up; they were to spend the rest of the evening together.

Shen Jing teased, "Remembered me after your lovey-dovey time?"

Xing Fei said, "I know you’re alone. I want to be with you for the countdown."

Shen Jing laughed. "You silly girl, do you think that’s enough to move me?"

Xing Fei had already walked out of the villa’s entrance. "Come pick me up! Let’s go somewhere else to have fun."

Xing Fei thought to herself, Actually, the whole world remembers the sweet and beautiful Ajing. Except for Zhou Luchen.

"Hurry up! I don’t care, I just want you with me to welcome the new year."

"Alright."

Shen Jing drove slowly. Despite having GPS, the place was so hidden that it took her a long time to find it.

When she arrived, Xing Fei was squatting by the roadside, shivering in the cold wind. The villa not far away was ablaze with lights—most likely where Zhou Luchen and his friends were gathered.

Shen Jing glanced at it once, then looked away. She didn’t want to disturb him.

Xing Fei had intended to sit in the passenger seat, but there was a cat carrier in the way.

Xing Fei was surprised, looking at the kitten inside the pet carrier. "Did you steal Zhou Luchen’s cat?"

"Be civilized. This one is mine," Shen Jing said, gesturing for Xing Fei to get in the car.

The road was wide.

A black Maybach smoothly drove past her side.

Shen Jing didn’t pay attention; with the night dark and the wind strong, her only concern was driving safely.

In the Maybach, however, Zhuang Ming recognized the white Bentley at a single glance.

It was the car the Second Young Master had gifted Shen Jing. Why was it here?

Zhuang Ming held the steering wheel, glancing at the rearview mirror.

Although Zhou Luchen had been drinking, he still had the composure to deal with work on his laptop. His gaze was fixed on the files, his slender fingers tapping the keyboard with practiced ease, seemingly unaware of the Bentley to his right.

Zhuang Ming slowed down. "It’s Miss Shen’s car."

Zhou Luchen merely hummed in acknowledgment, calm and unperturbed.

Zhuang Ming didn’t dare say more. So, the Second Young Master knew everything all along.

Their car window was open, and the Bentley’s window was also partially down; the faint sound of girls laughing and playing drifted over.

As for what they were saying, Zhuang Ming couldn’t hear.

Zhuang Ming sighed internally. Miss Shen seems quite happy tonight too. It’s New Year’s; who isn’t happy?

The car’s display showed the countdown.

Knowing the Second Young Master in the back seat was impatient with such encounters, Zhuang Ming stepped on the gas, drove past the Bentley, made a turn, and disappeared down the main road.

Zhou Luchen closed his laptop, picked up the cigarette box on the console, tapped out a cigarette, and smoked silently.

The wind was strong. The man’s long arm rested lazily on the car window, the cigarette between his two fingers flickering, quickly burning down.

He slowly tapped the ash into the ashtray.

"Shen Jing, I told you not to let me see you in Shanghai."

Zhuang Ming glanced away from the rearview mirror. Understanding implicitly, he expertly steadied the steering wheel, smoothly maneuvered the car sideways, and completely blocked the road at the intersection.

The luxurious Maybach came to an arrogant halt, barring the middle of the road.