A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 69: I want to go to company _1 with you

Liang Yingning didn’t come, so Shen Jing was bored.

Early in the morning, with slightly reddened eyes, she stood by the armored gate, holding a cat. As usual, she watched an assistant from United Bank come to escort their President Zhou away. The assistant’s name was Li Heng, and he stood with his hands clasped before him, nodding towards her. The beauty holding the cat, silent yet alluring, was indeed breathtakingly charming. President Zhou certainly had good taste. But that, Li Heng reminded himself, wasn’t an assistant’s concern. Better to speak less, observe less, and inquire less.

Shen Jing looked at Zhou Luchen with an aggrieved expression, wanting to go out with him. "Can I visit your company?"

Zhou Luchen paused mid-adjustment of his cufflinks, his gaze lightly falling on her. "For what purpose?" freewёbnoνel-com

She pleaded sincerely, "I promise not to disturb your work; I can wear a mask."

She was full of curiosity and a desire to explore his world, eager to learn more about his likes and habits, longing to become a part of his life. For instance, he didn’t always live in Yunding No. 1, so where did he live before? Where did he go for fun after meetings, and with whom? She was even more curious about what the United Bank branch, renowned both nationally and internationally, was actually like.

Clearly, Zhou Luchen was focused only on instructing his assistant about meeting times, completely overlooking her.

Shen Jing murmured softly, "I haven’t left the house in seven days. I don’t have many acquaintances here, Yingning is busy, and I don’t know where to go. Once you leave, it’ll just be me and my sister left."

Zhou Luchen looked at her for a moment, his dark eyes deepening further. He scoffed, "Recovered from your illness?"

A flirtatious smile appeared on Shen Jing’s face. "Almost."

Zhou Luchen picked her up, carried her back to the bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed. She didn’t struggle. As she sank into the mattress, her breath hitched. The encroaching Zhou Luchen pressed down on her, his well-defined fingers slowly tracing her cheek. "Be obedient."

Zhou Luchen was like that—he wouldn’t agree to anything that crossed his boundaries.

Shen Jing touched the man’s Adam’s apple with her finger, feeling the sexy bob of his throat as he swallowed, the protrusion both sharp and distinct. "So you’re just going to leave me alone at home again? I’m going to grow moldy like a mushroom."

Zhou Luchen remained unmoved; his meaning was clear—she was to wait at home for his return.

Shen Jing hung her head dejectedly, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. "Really? I can’t go?"

Zhou Luchen dusted off his suit jacket, stood up, and headed for the door. "No."

All Shen Jing could do was agree, a wave of acute sensitivity and despondency washing over her. He didn’t seem keen on letting her penetrate his world.

Staying in Yunding No. 1 was utterly boring. She calculated that President Zhou’s Maybach couldn’t be far now. Shen Jing returned Sun Bo’s call, politely agreeing to dinner.

Shen Jing was going on a blind date arranged by her grandmother—with Sun Bo’s grandson, a local guy who ran a restaurant at the Sanqiao Intersection.

Skipping it wasn’t an option; she couldn’t easily fool her grandmother. The guy was supposed to be a decent sort, right?

Shen Jing searched online for advice from netizens:

"[The enemy of an honest person is the dishonest.]"

"[Go straight for a rejection; don’t waste each other’s time.]"

That made sense.

Shen Jing applied her most seductive makeup, chose her sexiest dress, and painted her lips a striking red. She glanced in the mirror. Quite the vamp. Absolutely enough to deter him.

Liang Yingning was on a video call, acting as her strategist.

Shen Jing held up her phone, showing herself. "Is today’s dress ’dishonest’ enough?"

Liang Yingning shook her head. "Hold the phone higher; let me see what other dresses you have in your wardrobe."

The camera swept across the closet, revealing only dark suits and a collection of identical silver wristwatches. Weren’t these all Second Young Master Zhou’s things?

Liang Yingning was surprised. "Where are your clothes? Why are there only pajamas in the closet?"

Shen Jing ran her fingers over the row of pajamas. The fabric was soft—her own choice. Her intimate apparel had to be comfortable and soft, more expensive than formal attire. President Zhou paid for them, so she didn’t have to feel bad about the expense. He’d handed over his card quite generously.

"In the boxes." Shen Jing aimed the rear camera at a tall, neat stack of pink gift boxes on the floor. She hadn’t unwrapped any of them, too lazy to bother, letting the branded items pile up after delivery. Besides dresses, there were also qipaos.

Liang Yingning said, "Put on a red one—the most dazzling red."

Shen Jing put down her phone, unwrapped all the gift boxes, and found several red cocktail dresses.

"Zhou Luchen bought these."

Liang Yingning consoled her, "He won’t know. Do you think he’d install surveillance cameras and track you to your blind date? Don’t imagine so many coincidental encounters like in TV dramas. Is that even possible? Second Young Master Zhou is in a meeting at the CBD Building; he can’t see you."

Shen Jing looked at her phone. "If he finds out I’m wearing a dress he paid for to a blind date, I’m dead."

Liang Yingning assured her confidently, "Don’t worry, I’ll go with you and scope things out."

「In the afternoon.」

The blind date was set for a meal at a hotel.

Shen Jing’s outfit was actually quite common in a big city; only she felt it was ’dishonest.’ Her date definitely wouldn’t like someone like her. She had styled her hair in big waves, wore bold red lipstick, a red strappy long dress, and high stilettos—all because it was the opposite of her usual gentle and delicate style.

Liang Yingning was stunned at first sight. ’Sexy young wife,’ she thought. Apologies to Second Young Master Zhou.

Liang Yingning ordered a glass of juice at a nearby table and started playing a popular matching game on her phone. She didn’t know why, but these games had recently become fashionable in their circle. Wei Sulin’s crowd was especially hooked, always trying to beat all the levels. It was addictive, spreading like wildfire.

Through her Bluetooth earpiece, Liang Yingning’s voice came through. "Shen, you enchantress, don’t sit so primly. Be a bit more provocative, can’t you?"

Shen Jing retorted, "Are you sure the point isn’t to seduce him?"

Liang Yingning was indeed teaching her exactly that. "Give Second Young Master Zhou a sense of crisis! Make him wonder if you can play the two-timing game. If you don’t know how, go ask Chen Yao for tips. Learn from Second Young Master Zhou himself."

"Have you ever seriously counted the number of women around Second Young Master Zhou? Actresses, debutantes from prominent families, innocent young things, the He family’s eldest daughter..." Liang Yingning went on and on.

The outside world didn’t know, but within their circle, Liang Yingning had heard rumors about some corporate heiress getting involved with Second Young Master Zhou. They were supposedly ’involved,’ but he hadn’t acknowledged her as his girlfriend.

Shen Jing stated bluntly, "Second Young Master Zhou is quite the player."

Liang Yingning chuckled. "You’re so innocent. That’s why you two are a perfect match."

Shen Jing slowly crossed her long legs, curved one slender arm, and, in a seductive pose, rested her cheek on her hand, throwing a flirtatious wink at Liang Yingning. "Still think I’m innocent?"

Liang Yingning tsked in admiration. "Getting sultry now."

Shen Jing smiled and was about to strike another pose when a man’s voice, husky and tinged with an unreadable irony, cut in. "Feeling frisky?"

A black suit blocked her line of sight, the color perfectly complementing his composed, cool demeanor—the very image of a CEO who could command the clouds and rain with a flick of his wrist.

Shen Jing, still holding her seductive pose, felt as if struck by lightning, her heart pounding in terror.

Good heavens! How could she have run into Zhou Luchen of all people?

Shen Jing lifted her head like a child caught misbehaving. Her lips were tightly pursed, and her throat felt constricted, leaving her unable to speak as she stared at him.

Zhou Luchen stood right in front of her. He was accompanied by a well-known, gray-haired entrepreneur and an assistant in a sharp suit. They had clearly just emerged from a VIP room after discussing a contract.

Facing Second Young Master Zhou’s intimidating presence, Shen Jing became so flustered she could barely string her words together. "The... the housekeeper’s cooking... isn’t great, so I... I asked Yingning to come out for a meal with me."

Unfortunately, Liang Yingning’s table was quite far from hers. Were they supposed to be communicating telepathically or something?