A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 115: Have Zhuang Ming bring it over_1

Zhou Luchen put down the remote control, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he watched her.

She was wrapped in pure white cotton shapewear. She couldn’t zip it up, and most of her upper back was exposed, trembling slightly.

"Be gentle, my skin is tender," she said.

Zhou Luchen reached out, grasped the small metal zipper pull, and with a ZZZT, his warm fingertips brushed against that snowy patch of her back, as soft and delicate as feathers.

What kind of feeling was that, exactly? Zhou Luchen hadn’t paid attention before. It wasn’t the first time he had unzipped her dress, but it was the first time he was zipping it up for her.

She shivered slightly, ticklish.

Zhou Luchen’s lips curved into a smile. The cigarette in his mouth moved with them, and the accumulated ash accidentally fell onto her bare back.

The residual heat stung her, making her shiver and let out a soft hiss.

Zhou Luchen’s fingers paused. "Does it hurt a lot?"

Her voice was plaintive. "It stings a little."

Zhou Luchen wiped it away with a tissue. Her skin was so delicate that even the ash had left a faint red mark.

Without a further glance, Zhou Luchen zipped up the shapewear completely.

Shen Jing turned her face towards him. "How could you be so careless?"

He’d thrown the cigarette away.

He, with his usual aloof demeanor, wrapped an arm around her and led her out the door. "Delicate."

Shen Jing continued to glare at him reproachfully, the corners of her eyes even turning red.

"Still fussing?" Zhou Luchen pinched her waist, his smile fading. "You weren’t actually hurt."

He was just that wicked.

Zhou Luchen hadn’t changed into riding attire. It was clear he had no interest in such activities and was merely keeping her company in his leisure time.

He lifted her onto the horse, and she settled sideways in his arms.

His legs were long and his muscles firm. Shen Jing wasn’t afraid at all; nestled against his chest, she felt an inexplicable sense of security.

The black horse walked at a leisurely pace outside the racetrack.

Zhou Luchen patiently taught her how to control the horse, manage its speed, and maintain her balance.

Shen Jing studiously imitated his instructions.

The horse looked fierce, but it was surprisingly docile in Zhou Luchen’s hands, walking very slowly.

Shen Jing wanted the horse to run, but Zhou Luchen wouldn’t allow it.

He said unhurriedly, "You’ll be jostled too much."

Shen Jing tilted her chin up and smiled at him. "I’m not afraid."

You’re not afraid?

Zhou Luchen laughed. A faint smile spread from the corners of his mouth, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. "Sit tight."

A scream suddenly pierced the silence of the deserted area.

"Zhou Luchen!"

"Slow down—"

"Make it slow down! It’s too bumpy! I’m scared!"

"Zhou Luchen...."

His wickedness caught her off guard.

He really... he really was thoroughly rotten.

The horse ran too fast. Shen Jing clung desperately to Zhou Luchen’s waist, closing her eyes tightly and seeking refuge in his embrace.

He was a man whose wickedness was even sexy.

Li Heng, waiting outside the arena, watched the scene unfold. A series of media headlines immediately sprang to his mind.

"United Group’s second young master’s night rendezvous with a lover, a delicate beauty cradled in his arms on horseback."

Li Heng muttered to himself.

If this were photographed, it would be a massive international scoop.

When they returned to the starting point, Shen Jing was pale and still shaken. Her legs were so weak she almost stumbled when dismounting.

That horse was wild; it ran too fast.

Li Heng handed her a bottle of mineral water and asked, "There’s a shooting range next door. Would Miss Shen like to try it?"

"Absolutely not!" Shen Jing waved her hands frantically. "I’m afraid your Boss Zhou will use me for target practice."

Zhou Luchen was definitely the kind of person who would do something like that.

Li Heng snuck a peek at his CEO. She has a point.

The Zhou Luchen in question said nothing. He unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, took a sip with languid nonchalance, and walked ahead.

Shen Jing hurried to catch up. "Are we going to do something else?"

He scoffed, his tone cool and detached. "You enjoy being a target?"

"Would you have the heart to?" she countered.

"Let’s go home." Zhou Luchen reached back, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her along.

Zhou Luchen didn’t ask Li Heng to be the driver.

He settled into the passenger seat of the white Bentley and had Shen Jing drive.

「That night.」

Shen Jing had just stepped out of the shower when she received an apology call from the manager of GT Medical Aesthetics.

A man’s possessiveness... It was making it hard for her to tell if this was love or not.

After hanging up, Shen Jing opened the bedroom door, quietly climbed into bed, and snuggled into Zhou Luchen’s arms.

"Zhou Luchen, I want a hug."

Sometimes Zhou Luchen really didn’t understand why she liked to call him by his full name while acting so coquettish. He could never find a reason to scold her for it.

He reached out, turned off the light, and held her as they drifted off to sleep.

Without condoms in the house, it took a long time for either of them to fall asleep.

Pressed against Zhou Luchen’s bare chest, Shen Jing felt incredibly hot. A man’s allure can truly lead one astray. She kept burrowing into his embrace, occasionally opening her small mouth to nibble here and kiss there.

He slowly closed his eyes, letting her do as she pleased.

What could he do with her?

If he didn’t indulge her whims, she would sulk, grab her cat, and threaten to leave home, looking utterly pitiful every single time.

After a while, Zhou Luchen, holding her close as they leaned against the headboard, lazily twirled her hair around his fingers. "Have Zhuang Ming bring some condoms over."

Shen Jing’s face flushed, and she shyly hid under the covers.

"Don’t!"

Zhuang Ming was already ringing the doorbell.

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「After the festival, the teahouse entered its off-season.」

Feeling bored, Shen Jing went to a gathering organized by Chen Yao to discuss futures trading and play some mahjong.

Four people gathered around a square table, playing mahjong.

Chen Yao kept exclaiming, "Sister Jing, you’re on fire today! Talk about a winning streak!"

Shen Jing, however, remained calm and focused on the game.

A composed and crisp voice suddenly broke the atmosphere in the private room.

"How could you start without me?"

That was the first time Shen Jing had a direct encounter with Wenxin.

Dressed in an elegant Chanel-style dress, Wenxin chatted and laughed with Chen Yao and the others.

"I had some company matters to attend to. But how could I dare miss a gathering called by Young Master Chen? Besides, we have collaborative projects coming up," Wenxin said, smiling at Chen Yao.

They seemed very close.

At the mahjong table, as soon as Wenxin arrived, someone immediately stood up and offered her their seat.

And just like that, Shen Jing found herself sitting opposite Wei Wenxin.

Neither looked at the other. They were like two strangers.

Shen Jing concentrated on shuffling and drawing tiles. After one round, Shen Jing won again.

Wenxin suddenly chuckled. She pushed away the tiles in front of her and gestured for a hostess in the private room to bring some red wine.

Her fingers gracefully held the glass as her gaze casually drifted towards Shen Jing. "Would Miss Shen care for some?"

Shen Jing was about to decline.

But Chen Yao spoke up for her. "She can only drink fruit juice. Luchen doesn’t let her touch alcohol."

Chen Yao clearly understood the difference in status between the current girlfriend and the ex.

Zhou Luchen was willing to keep such a radiant beauty by his side. Even if he had never explicitly called her his girlfriend, no one was allowed to slight any woman he kept close, not in the slightest.

Chen Yao definitely understood this principle.

Naturally, he couldn’t neglect Shen Jing, even if their acquaintance was superficial.

Wenxin set down her wine glass, her eyelashes fluttering slightly. Her beautiful fingers toyed with her tiles. "Is that so? Achen is quite considerate, isn’t he?"

There was no direct confrontation. Wenxin’s words and demeanor were impeccably polite and magnanimous, befitting a lady from a wealthy family. Yet, Shen Jing found it unsettling, probably because of the name "Achen."

Shen Jing played her tile: a Nine of Circles.

After a moment, Shen Jing smiled. "I get too rowdy when I drink; I have no class. Once I’m drunk, I tend to bully people. Anyone living with me would have to take care of me all night long."

Hearing this, Chen Yao even forgot to play his tile and squinted at Shen Jing.

The person she was hinting at was clearly Zhou Luchen.

Wenxin remained unruffled. "The way Miss Shen puts it, I’m quite curious. You must be very cute when you’re drunk."