A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 62: Where are you going, my ancestor_1

"I’m angry."

Shen Jing recalled Lu Siyuan’s radiant smile in the promotional photo. "If it’s about making money, I indeed have no say. But if it’s anything else, I will be angry."

"Don’t be angry." He curled his lips, sweet-talk coming easily. "It’s about making money."

Utterly nonchalant. Shen Jing looked up to see his mocking, cavalier expression.

It almost convinced Shen Jing.

He’s still trying to trick me. She didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

"You’re lying to me, aren’t you?"

She could genuinely feel he was deceiving her with a lie so fragile it could be easily seen through.

Making money.

The money Lu Siyuan could bring him was less than what he could earn from signing one contract in ten minutes.

How could she not have a temper? How could she not care?

But he never acknowledged her as his girlfriend.

He only sought her out when he was lonely and aroused. He’d placate her with a few sweet words now and then, or with a sum of money. When he tired of her, he’d act like a stranger.

The constant flock of women around him was enough to make her burn with jealousy every day.

After a long silence, she gathered herself. "I’m going back to Su City for work."

Zhou Luchen made no move to stop her. He watched her coldly and said, "Shen Jing, don’t play hard to get."

He was so wearying, so detestable.

Shen Jing froze, tears welling deep in her eyes. "Don’t you know people explode when they can’t suppress their feelings anymore? Why do you always lie to me? When Lu Siyuan was subtly mocking me online, where were you? No matter what happens, your scales are never balanced. You let her act outrageously and spout nonsense, turning a deaf ear. But once it involves me, you always try to coax me and expect me to act as if nothing happened! Am I sick? I know you don’t fall in love easily, yet I can’t stop myself from rushing to your side, even if it means walking through fire!"

How greedy she was. A little of Zhou Luchen’s favor made her want more. And this was Zhou Luchen, a man every woman wanted to snatch for herself.

She wanted him to have only her by his side. She wanted him to be more settled and not philander.

No matter what she said, Zhou Luchen’s expression remained unchanged. Even as she was on the verge of tears, he remained unmoved, slammed the door, and left.

BANG!

The sound was deafening, sending a chill down her spine.

Shen Jing stood completely stiff, staring at the door. He was so proud and arrogant. Who would dare to show him an unpleasant face? Who had the right to argue with him about right and wrong?

For the next four or five minutes, a dead silence filled the room and the space outside.

He really left.

However passionate and unrestrained he was in their intimate moments, that’s how heartless he was when he left.

The moody Zhou Luchen: outwardly a philanderer, inwardly cold-blooded and cruel.

Shen Jing squatted on the floor, hugging her knees. She wanted to argue with him like a normal couple, but she didn’t even have the right. Couldn’t he explain things clearly? Of course, he couldn’t. He had no feelings for her. She saw that distinctly; she knew her place.

It was her naivety, mistaking a man’s loneliness for destiny.

Gone is gone.

She thought, she should leave too.

There was nothing of hers in the walk-in closet.

She stuffed her phone into her bag and squatted down to pick up the little cat.

Now that Zhou Luchen was gone, he might abandon the little white cat here, just as he had abandoned her.

She rubbed the little white cat in her arms. "Then come with me to Su City. Big Sister can afford to raise you. Young Master Zhou, with his wandering heart, might not remember you or me."

What would happen to the poor, hungry little cat if it starved?

Shen Jing slung her bag over her shoulder, sighing. They were both pitiful creatures.

The cat was pitiful, and she was pitiful too, like a mistress and pet, unwanted and unloved by anyone.

The door opened.

The marble tiles were strewn with scattered cigarette butts.

Zhou Luchen leaned against the wall, smoking. His long, straight legs were crossed. Shrouded in smoke, his deep-set eyes were narrowed, giving him a captivating, half-intoxicated look.

Shen Jing only dared to steal a glance before silently looking away, her nervousness making her frantically press the elevator button.

He leaned back lazily, the very picture of a rake, his voice a teasing drawl. "Where are you off to, Your Highness?"

Where could she go? It was clearly he who had made her angry.

A wave of grievance washed over Shen Jing. She threw her bag aside and leaped into Zhou Luchen’s arms, crying with a stuffy nose. "I hate you! I hate you to death!"

Zhou Luchen neither hugged her nor pushed her away. He tossed aside his half-smoked cigarette. One hand cupped her bottom, while the other supported her back.

Tears welled in Shen Jing’s eyes. "I thought you’d left! You slammed the door so loudly, you scared me and the kitten!"

Zhou Luchen looked down, his clean, smoky scent enveloping her. He lightly pecked the corner of her mouth. "You’re so unpromising. Running away from home is the only lousy trick you know?"

She sniffled. "I’m never coming back! I’m never speaking to you again!"

Zhou Luchen carried her inside. "Alright, stop making a scene."

He didn’t like it if she genuinely went too far either.

Shen Jing said, "You made me angry, and you gave me the cold shoulder!"

He looked down at her. "Then endure it."

That was just like Zhou Luchen. She had to endure his bad moods. If she didn’t, there would be someone more obedient to take her place. Among the flock of beauties, he certainly had the capital to pick and choose.

He threw her harshly onto the bed, then loosened the collar of his shirt. He turned back indifferently. "You too. Come in."

That was addressed to the cat.

His commanding tone was just that harsh.

The little white cat, terrified, shrank into a corner. It poked its head around the door, its eyes full of panic as it looked at Zhou Luchen, then quickly hid again.

Zhou Luchen’s gaze met the little white cat’s. It let out a soft MEOW before hesitantly stepping inside on its short legs.

Shen Jing grumbled, "Why do you bully even the cat?"

Zhou Luchen snorted.

Throwing a tantrum and trying to leave with family in tow? Was that proper?

At this thought, the irritation in Zhou Luchen’s heart flared. He pinched her chin, tilted it up, and kissed her lips, grinding against them ruthlessly. He was so rough that no part of her mouth was left unscathed.

「That day.」

Zhou Luchen held her at the foot of the bed, applying ointment to her lips. The bloody marks had scabbed over; she looked almost abused.

Even as his fingertips applied the ointment, he couldn’t suppress the urge to torment her again.

She had named the cat Chenchen.

Zhou Luchen didn’t allow her to call it Chenchen.

Their eyes met. His gaze was a warning, as if daring her to choose a name recklessly, and if she did, he would ’deal with’ her.

Shen Jing tugged the hem of his pajamas, wrinkling the Tencel fabric. "Please?"

Zhou Luchen picked up a wet wipe from the bed to clean his hands, his eyes downcast, ignoring her coquetry.

Shen Jing said, "Then you name it."

He tossed the wet wipe aside, his tone indifferent. "I don’t know how."

Shen Jing rested her hand on Zhou Luchen’s shoulder, her smiling face bright as she looked at him. "Then let’s call it Lulu."

Zhou Luchen chuckled, a lazy amusement on his face. "Are you trying to put a green hat on me, Shen Jing?"

She blurted out, "Then let’s call her Meimei."

Zhou Luchen smiled, picked up the cat by the scruff of its neck, and dropped it into Shen Jing’s lap.

He held Shen Jing, and Shen Jing held the cat. They sat quietly at the foot of the bed, listening to the heavy rain lashing against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The rain was so heavy it obscured the glittering neon lights.

He would whisper in her ear, teasing her from time to time, telling her not to go back to Su City.

But she had to return during the day. The teahouse couldn’t do without her; some tourists came specifically for her, and she couldn’t neglect her duties.

The Zhou family’s driver was tasked with chauffeuring her to and from Yunding No. 1 every day.

If she acted coquettishly, Zhou Luchen would sometimes, out of great mercy, come to pick her up himself.

"You’re so spoiled."

Shen Jing merely smiled, gazing at the skyscrapers outside the window, her attention fixed on the images playing on the large screen. freewebnσvel.cøm