A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 67: I won’t leave tonight_1

Other aspects of her health were good.

Once the doctor had completely left, Shen Jing promptly bit Zhou Luchen’s chin.

Zhou Luchen was rather heartless; he hadn’t heard a thing the doctor said.

There he goes again, she thought, blaming me for being too delicate.

Once Shen Jing’s fever subsided, she moved back to Yunding No.1.

She hired a private doctor for daily house calls. During those days, she didn’t go anywhere. She either lay in bed sleeping, lounged on the couch stroking her cat, or nestled in the kitchen watching the maid cook.

Zhou Luchen’s habit of returning home only after midnight changed; he now came back right after finishing meetings at the office.

If he didn’t return, the little vixen, who was ill at Jinwu, would be unwilling to take her medicine on time.

The traditional Chinese medicine she took for her health, she always complained, was too bitter.

Only when Zhou Luchen stepped through the door would Shen Jing pinch her nose and gulp it down.

The little cat, perched on the bar counter, MEOWED twice, obediently keeping her company.

As soon as Zhou Luchen set down his car keys, he opened his arms. "Come here."

Shen Jing, barefoot, leaped gracefully onto him, clinging to his waist like a boneless creature, and even the cat pounced into his embrace along with her. This happened every day.

At first, the cat could only sit by the man’s expensive, gleaming leather shoes, MEOWING and looking up. Only when Zhou Luchen gave a sign would the little cat dare to jump into his arms.

He was fussy about shedding fur; any suit that came into contact with the cat would be sent away, never to be touched by him again. President Zhou was utterly obsessive about cleanliness. Despite the cat being so adorable, he would only touch it when he was in the mood.

When Zhou Luchen was in a good mood, he would carry her into the living room and might even hold her cat too, pampering them both.

He would place them both on the bar counter, then glance at the dinner. If it wasn’t to his taste, he wouldn’t touch it, forcing the maid to remake it.

His palate preferred mild flavors, but even with a diet of light dishes, he didn’t always fancy the same bland porridge.

The maid found it challenging, but the generous salary ensured she patiently catered to this young master’s picky palate.

Shen Jing told the maid, "He’s naturally fickle and capricious; his tastes change daily."

Zhou Luchen gave her bottom a mischievous pinch. Only when he saw her squirm and pout prettily did he, satisfied, straighten his suit and head directly for the study.

His frequent returns and the composed, proud smile that often graced his lips sometimes gave Shen Jing the illusion that they were a real couple.

「Lately, they had been sleeping in separate rooms.」

She hadn’t fully recovered from her illness and needed to recuperate.

Zhou Luchen hadn’t disturbed her. He was probably unaccustomed to sharing a bed if nothing was going to happen. He often worked late into the night, sometimes remaining in his study until dawn.

He smoked silently, one cigarette after another, his gaze fixed on the night view beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes dark and profound.

The phone on the desk vibrated again; the same text message reminder for the second time.

"You don’t want me to come back to the country, do you? Then sort out the women around you properly, got it?"

Zhou Luchen took a harsh drag from his cigarette, the smoke so strong it made him cough lightly. Without turning, he asked, "What is it?"

He knew Shen Jing was passing by the study; the door was open a small crack.

Hearing his voice, Shen Jing boldly pushed the door open, pulling her nightgown tighter around herself. "There are several guest rooms. Aren’t you going to sleep?"

He crushed the half-smoked cigarette into a blue and white porcelain ashtray. "You get some rest. I’m not going anywhere tonight." novelbuddy-cσ๓

Sensing his foul mood, Shen Jing murmured an "Mm," closed the door, and left.

It was always like this, she thought. She rarely understood Zhou Luchen’s emotions.

Sometimes, even someone as clever as Shen Jing couldn’t fathom his thoughts, especially those unfathomably deep eyes that were so hard to read.

All she truly understood was that he was an extremely indifferent person at heart.

It was like the security guard downstairs who was suddenly fired by his employers, simply because he wasn’t doing his job properly and was paying too much attention to the homeowner’s activities.

Behind that dismissal was a single phone call from Zhou Luchen to the chairman of Yunding No.1.

Zhou Luchen’s perceptiveness was chillingly acute. When his car left the garage, the security guard would watch him intently, opening the gate far too promptly.

The media didn’t even follow his affairs, he likely thought. So why was a security guard prying into his privacy?