A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 112: Zhou Luchen, what a bad egg_1

The servant, recognizing Wenxin, bowed to take the birdcage and left them alone.

For years, the Wei Family’s young Miss had been the only woman allowed into the Zhou Family’s back courtyard.

Zhou Luchen wiped his fingers with a handkerchief as he stepped over the threshold of the courtyard door. freeweɓnovel-cøm

Wenxin lifted her eyelids, gazing at that hand.

His knuckles were robust and well-defined.

Having used the official seal, the pads of his fingers bore a faint spot of red ink, making them all the more desirable.

She watched him walk over the elaborately paved marble and ceramic tiles.

Occasionally, she would indulge in the perverse thought of abandoning her cold haughtiness, wishing to be gentle and coquettish like Shen Jing, to be obedient and sincerely apologize to him. Zhou Luchen would surely forgive her past transgressions and dote on her completely, reminiscent of their opulent, hedonistic past.

This time, she didn’t call him Achen but reproached him with jealousy, "Didn’t I tell you? You have three days to end things with her."

The proud and conceited Zhou Luchen didn’t halt his stride. Gazing at his retreating back, Wenxin followed, gently wrapping her arms around his lean waist from behind, her face pressed against his back.

His voice was even. "You enjoy bringing her up?"

"No," Wenxin shifted her face to his other side, greedily inhaling his scent. "But she cannot exist."

When that popular actress was by his side, Wenxin hadn’t felt threatened in the slightest.

She was firmly convinced Zhou Luchen wouldn’t fall for an actress. She even found that actress pitiful and laughable.

Ultimately, just as she had expected, the woman was so callously forgotten that no one even mentioned Lu Siyuan’s name anymore.

No one could tame Zhou Luchen’s wandering heart. He wasn’t the type to remain chaste for anyone. He possessed such clarity of mind, so principled in his emotions that he wouldn’t truly fall for anyone. His body, however, was a different matter—a plaything passed around, utterly despicable.

Once tainted by him, one could easily be wounded beyond repair.

She was acutely aware of her own desires. Even if she restrained and suppressed them, a single glimpse of his profound and handsome face was enough for the bud in her heart to burst forth from its cocoon. Even if he didn’t bear the Zhou surname, she would have chosen him regardless.

With that thought, Wenxin hugged him tighter, her fingers idly drifting to linger on the edge of his belt. "Tired of me?"

"If you’re so fond of the title of Mrs. Zhou," Zhou Luchen removed her fingers from his waist, his low voice laced with mockery, "there’s still one unmarried."

Knowing what he was alluding to, Wenxin’s lips curved into a perfectly measured smile. "I no longer care about that, whether I become Mrs. Zhou or not."

Zhou Luchen, who had always believed her ambitious, gave a wry smile. "Am I an easy target?"

Wenxin smiled helplessly.

Zhou Xiangqun, at least, had refused her outright. Zhou Luchen, however, was ambiguous, his emotions erratic. It was this very ambiguity that made him so difficult to ensnare.

"Still not trying hard enough." Wenxin leaned against the carved pillar, her fingertips lightly resting on her forearm. "If I truly became your elder sister-in-law, I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to resist the jealousy, break taboos, and end up falling for your sister-in-law."

She purposely stressed the words "falling for."

The implication was clear.

She possessed a proud and lofty spirit, disdainful of others, but in Zhou Luchen’s hands, she knew how to yield when appropriate.

Having said her piece, she stood there, meeting his gaze.

She knew all too well that the colder a woman appeared, the more chillingly seductive she became when she flirted. Chen Yao had praised her for this very trait, which was how she had secured the title of Zhou Er Gongzi’s girlfriend. Zhou Luchen, ah, was truly a scoundrel.

Yet he seemed unperturbed, gazing down at her. "Quite the player, Miss Wei."

"Miss Wei." Wenxin let out a soft chuckle. "Were you with her last night?"

"Luchen, let’s go."

Wei Sulin’s voice, like that of a thief interrupting a long-awaited reunion, called Zhou Luchen away.

Ultimately, her question went unanswered. Zhou Luchen neither confirmed nor denied it.

What was there to say, anyway? Everyone knew Shen Jing was staying at Yunding. And it was common knowledge that his interest in Shen Jing stemmed purely from loneliness and impulse.

Wenxin felt increasingly foolish and masochistic for insisting on an answer.