A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 61: What are you crying for, baby_1

Her tone was coyly submissive, yet she spoke with the air of the rightful wife.

She had confidence; this house was a gift from Zhou Luchen to her. Not driving Lu Siyuan away was because she had long held back a swelling jealousy. The glittering superstar on screen would often mock her behind her back, calling her a mistress.

Upon seeing Zhou Luchen appear, Lu Siyuan panicked and rose to her feet, her face turning ghostly pale, so much that even expensive blush couldn’t hide it.

She still remembered his warning: Don’t cause trouble, don’t make a scene. Yet she couldn’t restrain her jealousy and had crazily come looking for trouble.

Lu Siyuan’s lips quivered as she whispered an explanation, "I came to see you; I didn’t expect Miss Shen to be here."

Zhou Luchen, with one hand in his pocket, every inch the affluent elite in his fine suit and shoes, observed coldly, his face expressionless.

Lu Siyuan’s head lowered, remembering how Zhou Luchen’s last companion had vanished from Shanghai, all because she’d managed to find out the location of Night Mansion through her connections and showed up at midnight in black stockings to seduce him. He despised those without boundaries, those who never understood their own place. Want to stay by his side? He would always offer a faint smile, making his terms perfectly clear: Don’t cause trouble. Be obedient. Don’t talk about love. Don’t make the first move. Don’t pry. When his interest waned, you wouldn’t even know how you met your end.

"I didn’t say much to Miss Shen; I just asked her why she’s living here."

Zhou Luchen laughed, a laugh both careless and icy. "You’ve been naughty."

His tone wasn’t harsh, but Lu Siyuan hated seeing that icy smile of his; she could never tell what he was thinking, what he meant.

This time, Lu Siyuan didn’t know how to explain, or what to explain; he had heard everything, and she had no idea by what right she stood there. "I..."

Zhou Luchen gestured to his assistant, who had entered the foyer and disabled the door’s locking system.

This house... even if deadbolted, it was useless; a blue button would unlock it.

A moment later, he brushed past Lu Siyuan on his way to the bedroom door, effortlessly pushing it open.

The assistant, understanding, said, "Miss Lu, let me escort you downstairs."

This was not a place to stay. Storming in rashly would only irritate him more. freёnovelkiss-com

Lu Siyuan spoke to Zhou Luchen, "I’m leaving."

The bedroom door remained firmly shut.

The dead silence in the air felt utterly cold and indifferent. She had crossed Zhou Luchen’s line again. Lu Siyuan didn’t care anymore; Zhou Luchen hadn’t done much to her the previous two times, and she thought he wouldn’t this time either. Most of the time, he was unconditionally protective of her, until Shen Jing appeared. She felt a tinge of jealousy toward Shen Jing and, at the same time, wanted to mock her. But in the end, just one Shen Jing, and he lost all self-control.

In the drawer in front of the couch, she saw it overflowing with small boxes of condoms. He was indeed planning to keep Shen Jing here as his mistress. Men are truly laughable. They never care how passionately a woman’s heart is devoted to them; they are disdainful of whether you love them or not. They don’t need your love; they simply follow their male instincts to capture what catches their eye. Men, at their core, still preferred the provocative, those with an edge. Those who stimulate them, satisfy them. That’s what makes them feel the thrill of conquest. He’d repeatedly tell you to be docile and not cause trouble, yet he himself would turn around and indulge his every whim, far more eager to revel in lavish pleasures with that troublemaker, Miss Shen.

Lu Siyuan turned around, her eyes hot and red.

「」

On the pristine white bed, Shen Jing hid under the covers, whimpering softly from time to time, as if she had suffered a terrible injustice.

Hadn’t she won outside? Yet here she was, playing weak and pitiable before him.

Zhou Luchen, his mood soured, nudged her bottom through the quilt with his knee. Half-leaning over her, his voice was deliberately hoarse and cracking as he said, "Baby."

Shen Jing stirred under the covers, whimpering faintly.

Zhou Luchen ripped the blankets aside, picked her up, and sat her face-to-face on the edge of the bed. Seeing the tear stains, he was somewhat irritable as he wiped away her tears with his palm.

As his warm palm touched her, Shen Jing’s anger dissipated. Her face buried in Zhou Luchen’s chest, she grabbed his suit jacket to wipe her eyes, cooing and bemoaning incessantly, "She said I’m a mistress."

With Zhou Luchen’s extensive connections, how could he not know about the veiled insults Lu Siyuan had posted online?

He scoffed. Such a trivial matter was still causing trouble. He leaned down to look at the pitiful tear stains at the corner of her eyes and asked with interest, "So, are you, huh?"

That "hmm" of his, deep and husky, seemed to rise and fall.

Shen Jing slowly looked up and gazed into Zhou Luchen’s eyes.

His face bore the look of a pampered scion, a faint smile surfacing in his eyes; in just a few moments, it was utterly captivating.

Shen Jing’s heart clenched. "Isn’t that up to you?"

Zhou Luchen pressed her down firmly under his gaze, their eyes meeting as he teased, "Alright then. You’re not. Satisfied?"

It was truly hard to tell if he was serious or not. For a moment, Shen Jing couldn’t argue any further. A scion of a wealthy family, with his fickle nature and flippant, playboy attitude—when had he ever given her any real commitment? Wasn’t it her own wishful thinking that had led her to fall for him?

Seeing her downcast eyes and tear-dampened lashes, like wet crow’s feathers, he slowly kissed away the tear stain.

It wasn’t until she could bear it no longer, snuggling up to his ear and whispering sweet, coquettish nothings, that Zhou Luchen, finally in a good mood, carried her out to the living room for dinner.

Later, they bathed together in the bathtub.

Shen Jing pulled open her collar. "Look at what you’ve done."

Zhou Luchen’s eyes swept over her alluring figure. He peeled off her clothes and buried his head to plant a kiss, admitting to himself that he had indeed been too rough with her last night.

The marks he left would probably not fade easily.

"It doesn’t hurt," he said.

Her hands wrapped around his head, fingers threading through his damp, short hair, as she whined softly, "It actually hurts a lot."

As it happened, Zhou Luchen was in a pleasant mood, and his kisses became gentle, as if to soothe her.

「」

Late into the night, he was in the study for a video conference. Shen Jing didn’t disturb him. She nestled on the sofa watching TV shows, the little white cat lying beside her, keeping her company.

She had eaten seven or eight seasonal oranges; they were sweet.

Her phone suddenly received many text messages. She checked her phone; someone had sent her a file.

Even though it was from an unknown number, she eventually guessed Lu Siyuan was behind it.

It had to be Lu Siyuan. Who else would despise her enough to send this in the dead of night, unable to sleep themselves?

Shen Jing skimmed through it. Inside were records of C Brand’s official announcement naming Lu Siyuan as their global spokesperson, which were all over the trending searches.

Even an actress who had won the Best Actress award three times couldn’t secure such a deal. Yet Lu Siyuan got it, just like that. It was glaringly obvious who had arranged it for her. For that one moment, Shen Jing’s confidence completely evaporated.

When Zhou Luchen carried her into the bedroom to rest, her mouth opened as if to ask, but she decided against it. His answers were always perfunctory.

She tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She reached out to touch the chiseled jawline of the man beside her, her fingers slowly trailing up to his prominent nose bridge. "Are you asleep?"

Zhou Luchen caught her hand and pulled it under the quilt, his chin resting on her head.

Shen Jing shifted her back a little to press against him. "Did you arrange Lu Siyuan’s endorsement?"

Zhou Luchen’s voice was muffled. "What about it?"

"Did you?"

"Yes."

Shen Jing asked, "Why?"

He rolled over and cupped her face in his palm, showing rare concern for her feelings. "Angry again?"