A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 86: Blazing Flames Everywhere (1)_1

Shen Jing had finished her bath and was wearing the pajamas Liang Yingning had prepared.

"This is the first time I’ve brought someone home," Liang Yingning said, a little embarrassed as she leaned close to Shen Jing’s ear, "and it’s also the first time I’ve shared a bed with someone."

Truth be told, Liang Yingning had never been in a serious relationship. The boyfriends she’d had in the past were all just for fun; she’d never truly invested her emotions or even exchanged a kiss.

Shen Jing reached out, smoothed Liang Yingning’s long hair, and said, "Aning, he has someone else in his heart."

She was referring to Chen Yao.

Liang Yingning flashed a radiant smile. "I know, but I don’t care who he loves. I want to get my share of his family assets to start my company, then kick him far away."

Shen Jing didn’t know if Liang Yingning was being truthful. She turned, and Liang Yingning settled into her embrace, remaining silent for a long time.

Neither of them fell asleep until the early hours of the morning.

Shen Jing leaned against the headboard, reading a book and occasionally chatting with Liang Yingning. They talked about where she had graduated from, whether she had ever had a crush, and places she had always wanted to visit but never had the chance.

The cellphone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Liang Yingning reached for it and put it to her ear. "Who is this? Calling this young lady out to party so late at night?"

A second later, Liang Yingning’s voice turned cautious.

"Hold on, Young Master Zhou."

Liang Yingning sprang up from Shen Jing’s embrace. Grabbing her cellphone, she pulled Shen Jing by the hand toward the balcony. It happened so quickly that Shen Jing barely had time to put on her shoes.

A cool breeze swept across the balcony. Shen Jing looked in the direction Liang Yingning indicated. Below, a pure black Maybach was parked. A man leaned against the car door, his driver standing ramrod straight beside him.

The second floor wasn’t very high, so she could vaguely make out the man’s figure. He had one hand casually tucked into his trouser pocket, his silhouette strikingly tall and imposing.

Zhou Luchen. Always recognizable at a glance. He seemed to be looking this way too.

Shen Jing’s heart skipped a beat. Without warning, her body seemed to move on its own, disobeying her mind. She turned, slipped on her shoes, and hurried downstairs.

"Mr. Zhou, what brings you here?" a Liang family servant asked politely, inviting him inside.

He merely nodded courteously but didn’t enter.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze to the delicate figure who had scampered out of the house, clad in a thin, nude-colored nightgown.

"Zhou Luchen."

The sight of Zhou Luchen always stirred a deep longing within her. All the unspoken grievances of the night surged to the surface, and overwhelmed with a sense of being wronged, she threw herself into his arms. Her cheek pressed against his chest, seeking warmth from his suit.

When she collided with him, the ’little vixen’s’ impact wasn’t heavy, but it forced him to stagger back a step, his body hitting the car door with a THUD.

He chuckled softly. Leaning lazily against the car, his gaze drifted to the brightest star in the sky.

The night air was seductive, and the wind playfully tousled her fine, soft, long hair.

Shen Jing’s defenses crumbled. Wordlessly, her eyes inexplicably grew sore and puffy, and tears she couldn’t contain welled up. She lifted the back of her hand to wipe the reddened corners of her eyes, stubbornly forcing the tears back.

He, Zhou Luchen... oh, how he hated it when she cried, always dissolving into tears over the slightest thing.

She and he hadn’t seen each other for six days.

Whenever Zhou Luchen was away on a business trip, she rarely asked where he was going. She just knew he was busy. freёnovelkiss-com

Zhuang Ming tactfully stepped aside, unable to stop a smile from curving his lips as he lowered his head. She always called Zhou Luchen’s name so gently, her tone smoky and tender. One couldn’t find fault with it; if she wanted to call him by his full name, she did. The Second Young Master and Miss Shen... well, one was willing to dish it out, and the other was willing to take it.

Zhuang Ming turned away, deciding it was best not to watch.

On the balcony, Liang Yingning also turned and went back inside, a smile on her lips. However, the smile in her eyes held no joy, only a hint of sorrow. Their relationship, it seemed, wasn’t destined to last. Their bond was like a precious, fleeting autumn encounter, as ephemeral as the bloom of a night-blooming cereus. Their love had an expiration date. For both of them.

The curtains were drawn, and the lights turned off.

Downstairs, the embracing man and woman finally separated.

Zhuang Ming opened the car door.

Even as they settled into the car, Zhou Luchen kept her close, her hips pressed against his in their face-to-face embrace. Shen Jing wrapped her arms tightly around Zhou Luchen’s waist and leaned into his chest. Her dependence on him felt natural, and she habitually whispered his name softly.

As the partition slid shut, the man’s long fingers, veins prominent, stripped off her pajama robe. His fingertips traced her waistline, sometimes intentionally, sometimes not.

Left in only a short camisole, she shifted uneasily in his arms, letting out a soft moan.

The man clasped the back of her head and swooped down to kiss her.

Six days of yearning had made her crave his scent intensely. She let him take the lead, her arms encircling his neck as she responded to his dominance, his possession.

There was an aura about him. One she was familiar with—hazy yet assertive. A faint sense of desire, a cool languor. It was released with every breath, every movement—paradoxical yet captivating. Wild yet refined.

Her waist softened, pliant in his palm.

The sealed car compartment blocked out the outside light and the cold wind.

Shen Jing looked at their reflection in the window. The image was so beautiful. "How did you know I was here?"

Zhou Luchen’s kiss descended on her neck, fierce as a burning flame. Intense, hot, passionate.

His palm still supported her lower back. His voice was soft and husky as he said, "I called a friend."

Shen Jing lifted her head. "And then?"

He replied with his usual nonchalance, "So, he went to crack down on prostitution and vice."

Shen Jing gasped softly, understanding immediately.

Zhou Luchen stopped kissing her and leaned back in his seat. His eyes were lightly closed, a relaxed smile playing on his lips.

Their eyes met.

The man’s loosely buttoned shirt collar, his broad, firm arms, those eyes that hid desire deep within their seductive depths, and his thin lips curved in a rakish smile—everything about him was mesmerizing.

So he was the one who had saved her.

Shen Jing’s eyes smiled her thanks. It was a polite gesture, not an offer of a reward.

Zhou Luchen knew her temperament well. She wasn’t one to offer such rewards; she’d sooner treat someone to dinner.

She truly didn’t have the courage to offer a kiss as a reward, not wanting to throw herself back into the tiger’s den.

She added, "I was afraid they were going to bury me alive! Then you’d be short one treasure, wouldn’t you?"

Zhou Luchen chuckled, a soft snort through his nose, his palm still on her lower back. "It’s 2023. I won’t let anything happen to you."

"You have no idea! He threw away my phone and even took photos to send to you," she explained. "That’s why I didn’t answer your calls."

Zhou Luchen merely hummed in acknowledgment.

Just when Shen Jing thought the matter was closed, Zhou Luchen reached out, took out his phone, and showed her the photos.

Shen Jing felt embarrassed looking at the photos of herself. No matter how she looked at them, it seemed as if her eyes were making advances at Luo Yuanping.

She raised three fingers in a vow. "I swear, I definitely wasn’t trying to seduce him then."

Zhou Luchen looked at her. "Your fiancé."

How on earth did Luo Yuanping spread that rumor? Shen Jing swore again, "Really, he’s not!"

Zhou Luchen’s voice was coolly detached. "That’s what he claimed."

Shen Jing sensed the implied question in his tone. "Do you believe me?"

"What do you think?"

Zhou Luchen remained as nonchalant as ever, his expression unreadable, betraying neither pleasure nor anger.

He’s such a germaphobe; how could he possibly want to touch something that belonged to someone else?

Remembering the incident with Luo Yuanping, Shen Jing flushed red with anger. "Don’t believe a word he says! He’s just spouting nonsense. He wanted to illegally traffic me, like a bride for sale!"

Zhou Luchen tilted his head back, his words ambiguous. "It wouldn’t matter even if it were true."

If he liked her, he would take her. By force, if necessary.

She kept explaining, "I told you, it’s not true!"