A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 113: I need you, coming... _1

Shen Jing finished her meal in the lane and texted Zhou Luchen before she left.

"Are you coming back tonight?"

His reply was just two words: *Busy*. As expected.

This house is mine, not his, Shen Jing remembered.

She didn’t have any relatives to visit over the New Year. The tea house was closed, leaving her with nothing to do but spend money.

She got into the investment banking circle for fun with Chen Yao. Chen Yao had connections and showed her a good time, teaching her a lot.

After the New Year, she went back to her busy work routine.

While she was at work, she had no idea what Zhou Luchen was busy with.

She went shopping after work. Her days were incredibly dull, so she connected her Bluetooth earpiece while driving.

The number she dialed was Zhou Luchen’s.

These past few days, she was out early and back late, and hadn’t really seen him face to face.

After the fourth ring, a burst of noise came from the other end, quickly returning to silence.

He’s either networking or out having fun somewhere, Shen Jing imagined.

As for where, the first thing Shen Jing said was not a question but a gentle, "Hello?"

Zhou Luchen, who was leaning on the couch, took a drag from his cigarette, slowly inhaling the smoke. He teased in a leisurely manner, "Miss me?" frёewebηovel.cѳm

Shen Jing imitated his usual tone, her lips curving into a smile. "What do you think?"

If I didn’t miss him, would I be calling him?

He took a puff of his cigarette, speaking lazily as wisps of gray-white smoke curled up, causing his eyes to squint in a smile. "You ready for me now?"

Shen Jing swore at him, "Hooligan! Scoundrel!"

"Zhou Luchen, you just crave my body."

The little vixen is getting riled up, Zhou Luchen mused. Just like our pampered pet kitten at home after a bath, when its fur is all blown dry—so fluffy, silly, and cute.

These past few days were her fertile period.

Zhou Luchen was always cautious. Despite his indulgence, he wouldn’t ignore her cycle.

The little box of condoms at home was empty; he hadn’t bought any, and neither had she. This had been the case since the night they argued.

It could be said that he had been celibate for over a month.

So pent up, he thought.

Zhou Luchen chuckled. "Come and pick me up."

Shen Jing steadied the steering wheel. "Where’s your driver?"

He was fidgeting with his lighter, somewhat absentmindedly, his voice casual and slightly tired. "I want you." He suddenly lowered his voice to almost a whisper, "Come..."

So soft and husky, she thought. So alluring.

My resistance is terrible, Shen Jing thought. If there were a mirror, my cheeks would probably be red by now.

She raised her voice, feigning a scolding tone, "No drinking, Zhou Luchen!"

Zhou Luchen seemed to laugh. "Mhm."

He hung up the phone.

Shen Jing then received the location he sent and turned towards the suburbs.

It was a large-scale equestrian and archery range.

Zhou Luchen was in the VIP horse owners’ room.

This wasn’t exactly a networking event for Zhou Luchen; the other party had arranged this meeting according to the "young master’s" preferences. Although his father wasn’t in Shanghai, whether or not funding was provided ultimately depended on this young master. Despite his young age, the tales of his ruthless conduct in the Ao Area still made people shudder. He had shaken up a group of highly respected old-timers there, forcing them to step down. He was utterly unyielding, uninterested in personal connections, focused solely on benefits.

What else could one expect from someone raised by the Zhou Family?

When the CEO of the other party learned that the young master’s little lover was coming, he’d specially arranged to start the horse racing only after she arrived.

Shen Jing played with the keychain in her hand as she followed the doorman into the VIP stand, passing through a layer of glass curtain walls. In front of the stand, Chinese-style high-end sofas surrounded a glass coffee table, on which contracts were neatly stacked one after another.

Zhou Luchen was in the center of the main sofa, his back to her. He leaned against it, his broad shoulders looking sharp and stylish. His expression wasn’t visible at that moment. He was quietly flipping through contracts, flanked by several corporate CEOs in suits. They sipped tea and chatted casually, yet the atmosphere remained solemn and dignified.

The VIP stand was spacious. From behind the glass enclosure, one could completely overlook the entire racing field. Below, on the grassy field, staff members were already leading out horses, which lined up orderly on the track, waiting.

Not until the conversation of the CEOs halted did Shen Jing approach. She stealthily walked up behind Zhou Luchen, bent over, and covered his eyes with her hands.

She chuckled quietly. "Am I disturbing you?"

He, fond of her playful gestures, caught her hand and gently rubbed its palm, his voice soft. "Come here."

Shen Jing responded with an "Okay," walked around the sofa, and naturally took the empty spot beside him.

Shen Jing didn’t like drinking tea because it wasn’t sweet enough, so she barely touched it. She sat quietly, playing with her phone for about ten minutes, listening to them discuss contracts.

One of the CEOs, it seemed, was hoping Zhou Luchen would invest in the medical equipment industry, with the funds earmarked for drug research.

"This is the manufacturing technology of our GT Pharmaceuticals and Biology."

"Our group not only leads in drug development but also boasts experts in GT Medical Aesthetics technology research, an area that has been booming in recent years."

GT Medical Aesthetics? Shen Jing frowned slightly. Hadn’t I endorsed that before?

As for the rest, I don’t understand any of it, Shen Jing thought, her mind fixated on the letters "GT."

The head of GT Medical Equipment is right here!

Shen Jing put down her phone and took a sip of juice to quench her thirst.

Zhou Luchen flipped through a few pages of the contract, then glanced at her. He suddenly smiled. "What are you so nervous about?"

Shen Jing’s fingers paused. She looked back at him, blinking innocently. "Do I really have to say it out loud?"

Zhou Luchen pursed his lips. "Go on."

Perhaps, just possibly, Zhou Luchen hasn’t seen those photos worth 500,000, Shen Jing thought. Even though they didn’t show my head or face. The level of exposure was also within reasonable limits.

"Can I tell you when we get home?" Shen Jing turned, leaning close to Zhou Luchen’s ear to whisper, "It’s a secret."

Zhou Luchen shifted closer. He picked up a mobile phone from the coffee table and leisurely swiped through a document link with his fingers.