A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 81: After ending the call with Young Master Zhou_1

As if on cue, Liang Yingning’s call came, inviting her to go clubbing.

Shen Jing fished out her car keys and drove back to Shanghai.

She found Liang Yingning in one of the most expensive clubs.

Miss Liang, a devoted fan of Lin Feng, was singing his songs.

"No one in this life can compare to you

Only a little short of being with you forever

Encounters like scenes from a play repeat time and again

At which page shall we start Wow Ho

Love’s so heavy, breathing lacks air

Love’s so beautiful, yet softly, cannot bear the weight"

She and Chen Yao had one thing in common: when drunk, they liked to show off their terrible singing voices.

"If only I could hate you, hate you with all my might..."

Hate him, then. He deserved to be hated.

Young Master Chen’s nature was indeed hard to change.

Liang Yingning was partying wildly. "You can’t have this much fun once you’re married," she slurred, "so live it up while you can!"

Shen Jing leaned against the doorway, observing the decadent scene with a detached heart.

Shen Jing recalled the past, how Luo Yuanping used to ambush her, dragging and coercing her into nightclubs.

He would always have his friends around him, shouting "sister-in-law," while she stood aside like a lamb to the slaughter.

She truly detested Luo Yuanping’s tyranny and unhinged behavior.

When Luo Yuanping was drunk, he would try all sorts of ways to force a kiss on her. Only when she pulled out her phone, threatening to call the police, would Luo Yuanping finally back off, not daring to touch her.

Returning to the present, Shen Jing licked her slightly dry lips and applied lip gloss, using the reflection in the glass-paneled door.

She hadn’t expected that merely thinking of Luo Yuanping would conjure him up.

Luo Yuanping stretched out his hand, bracing it against the doorframe and blocking Shen Jing’s path. "You’re still so sexy in a cheongsam. Need my eyes for a mirror?"

Shen Jing capped her lip gloss. "I already told you, I have a boyfriend."

Luo Yuanping snorted. "You just play the field, going after anyone with money."

Shen Jing’s eyes sparkled. "Think what you will."

Luo Yuanping didn’t know why, but he sensed the Shen Jing before him was no longer afraid. Her eyes held none of the timid uncertainty they once did.

Her eyes were clear and bright, as if declaring she wasn’t afraid of him in the slightest.

"I really don’t know where you get this audacity," Luo Yuanping warned, his voice low beside her ear. "Be careful. You keep making me lose face like this. I’ve been beaten twice because of you."

"Such male chauvinism. What your ’face’ has to do with me is none of my concern."

Shen Jing crossed her arms, tilted her head slightly, and her lips curved into a deliberately enigmatic smile as she looked at Luo Yuanping.

Liang Yingning happened to capture this exact moment of her smiling on her phone, and she immediately sent the photo to their social circle’s WeChat group.

Liang Yingning was drunk—completely plastered.

Liang Yingning even sent a voice message to the group: "This is my best friend, Shen Jing, don’t you think she’s beautiful?"

Second Young Master Zhou Luchen was in the group.

No one dared to utter a word.

This young woman was someone Second Young Master Zhou had met at gatherings.

Everyone in the group understood the unspoken implications, yet they couldn’t resist clicking on Shen Jing’s picture.

The photo exuded an aura that could only be described as a blend of ethereal beauty and captivating allure.

Faced with such beauty, it was no wonder Zhou Luchen might lose his composure.

Shortly after, Liang Yingning was unceremoniously kicked out of the group, with no regard for her standing.

Liang Yingning rubbed her eyes. Huh?

Shen Jing wasn’t in the group and naturally didn’t know what was happening there.

Her phone rang, and she took it out to look.

Why would Zhou Luchen call her now?

She headed towards the restroom, feeling uneasy, but Luo Yuanping quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

Luo Yuanping pinned her against the wall. "Don’t you forget we have an engagement! Your stepfather sold you to me. You, this very person, are worth 500,000. And I was the one who rejected you!"

Shen Jing tried to shake off Luo Yuanping. In the struggle, she accidentally hung up on Young Master Zhou’s call. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Oh well, she thought. Hung up is hung up.

Luo Yuanping had clearly seen the contact name on Shen Jing’s phone: Curve Dog Waist.

It had to be that man who always wore black suits. Definitely, he thought.

Hatred surged through Luo Yuanping. He gritted his teeth and seized Shen Jing’s jaw. "Curve Dog Waist? Your secret lover?"

That three-character nickname was truly an eyesore.

Shen Jing tried to kick Luo Yuanping’s knee, but he was tall and easily dodged.

He laughed, mocking her futile attempt.

He also seethed with resentment—the kind born from not getting what he desired.

Shen Jing truly lacked the strength to fight him off. Just as she opened her mouth to scream for help, Luo Yuanping quickly clamped his hand over it.

Luo Yuanping leaned in, scrutinizing her. He laughed. "Who would’ve thought, beneath that innocent facade, you have such perverse tastes when you’re with your illicit lovers."

Shen Jing struggled, muffled sounds escaping her lips, but she couldn’t form any words.

Damn it! Shen Jing thought. This guy must have drunk counterfeit liquor; his words are vile!

Luo Yuanping’s eyes were glazed with drunkenness. He leaned closer, sniffing her hair. "Such an intoxicating scent... and such a supple waist. No wonder you managed to worm your way into their circle of rich young masters."

Shen Jing tried to use her shoe to kick him, but he easily deflected her attempts. Their struggle intensified into a chaotic scuffle.

Luo Yuanping pressed closer, his palm covering her mouth, the pressure increasing. "Is his waist really that good? Why don’t you try me out? We could go to the restroom, too. Let’s see whose waist is better, shall we?"

Upon hearing those words, tears welled up in Shen Jing’s eyes.

Her tears fell onto Luo Yuanping’s hand, momentarily softening his heart. A flicker of protectiveness, perhaps. But his hatred for Shen Jing was overwhelming—a burning resentment that, despite all his attempts to possess her by force, she had been touched by another man.

Before Shen Jing, all his masculine pride and thwarted desires lay shattered.

"If I send him a picture of you like this, he won’t want you anymore. Then you’ll be mine. How’s that for an idea?"

"Oh, right, and Qiyan. That Qiyan must be blind to even get near you. Don’t let him snatch you away, understand?"

Luo Yuanping was completely unhinged. Truly.

Just when she felt most helpless, a security guard happened to pass by in the hallway. Shen Jing struggled to cry out, to make any sound, but her voice was trapped.

The security guard noticed them. "What’s going on here?" he asked.

Luo Yuanping flashed a smile at the guard. "It’s just my girlfriend," he explained. "She’s had a bit too much to drink and is throwing a tantrum."

The security guard, having seen such scenes countless times, merely glanced at them and walked away.

Luo Yuanping turned his attention back to Shen Jing, his gaze like that of a wolf cornering a lost lamb.

Her tear-filled, pleading eyes were undeniably captivating.

Luo Yuanping snatched Shen Jing’s phone, took a quick photo of her, and sent it to the contact saved as ’Curve Dog Waist.’

Shen Jing shoved him, and the phone clattered to the floor, shattering. But the message had already been sent.

Luo Yuanping sighed, once again restraining Shen Jing’s hands.

"Why are you crying, Jingjing?" he taunted. "Were you hoping Chen Yao would magically appear to save you?"