A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 87: Blazing Flames Everywhere (2)_1

After a brief silence, he chuckled softly, his fingertips teasing her waist with varying degrees of pressure. "Just teasing you. I know it’s not."

Shen Jing felt a bit petulant. She was angry at him for teasing her, but in the end, she laughed despite her annoyance, burying her head and snuggling into his embrace.

But deep down, she remembered Luchen’s words: *It doesn’t matter if it’s true.*

"Luchen."

"Hmm?"

"Are you leaving again tonight?" Shen Jing asked.

Luchen ran his fingers through her hair, guiding it to her back. "Where do you think I’m going?"

"On a business trip."

Subconsciously, Shen Jing felt that Luchen had rushed back to find her, only to leave on a business trip once he did.

He looked at her. "Should I take you with me in the future?"

Shen Jing nodded. "Can I? I want to go out and have some fun. It’s been a long time since I’ve left the Su-Shanghai area."

She also wanted to travel around and explore with the person she liked; being alone would be too lonely.

Like the puppet shows in HK and Nathan Road.

Luchen’s face showed no particular emotion. "Nonsense."

"How is that nonsense?" Shen Jing lifted her head. "Don’t you want to?"

He seemed to smile. "Long flights can be exhausting. What then, hmm?"

Shen Jing inwardly scoffed. He just didn’t want to.

Speaking of being tired, Shen Jing really was exhausted. It was probably very late, possibly around two or three in the morning.

Smelling his cologne, she wanted to sleep for a while. Suddenly, she noticed it wasn’t the scent of cedarwood incense that usually clung to his clothes.

His suits were always meticulously ironed and imbued with the pleasant scent of cedar sticks before he wore them.

It was a floral scent, very subtle and quite pleasant.

Incredible.

She abruptly sat up. "Why do you have someone else’s scent on you?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Luchen’s brows furrowed slightly. "Where?"

"There is." Shen Jing continued to sniff his white shirt. "It smells like begonia flowers."

Luchen narrowed his eyes and spoke unhurriedly, "The begonias in the great courtyard bloom just before winter."

"Which great courtyard?" she asked curiously.

Luchen said, "You could say it’s my family’s."

"How come you have so many homes?"

She had never once seen what any of Luchen’s homes really looked like. They were so secret that no pictures could be found online.

She rested quietly on Luchen’s thigh, realizing how little she knew about him.

She only knew he was rich and powerful, with a background no one could clearly define. Approaching him meant no photos could be taken with cell phones.

Everything about him was so mysterious.

This mystery only made her more curious about the name Zhou Luchen.

Even many years later, she would still remember the time Zhou Luchen, the second young master of the Zhou Family, used his connections to lock down an entire nightclub just to find her.

In those years, she often pondered.

Did Luchen love her back then? Even the slightest bit?

If love could be scored as a win or loss, Shen Jing knew she had lost long ago. It happened the moment he glanced up, his deep eyes smiling at her. In that gentle, undulating moment, he was so effortlessly composed, and she, in that instant, willingly embraced this love affair destined to have no end.

Shen Jing pulled her thoughts back. She climbed onto Luchen’s shoulder, her lips and teeth nibbling at the prominent, sexy Adam’s apple on his neck.

He uncontrollably arched his neck against the back of the chair, suppressing a low ’UH’. Its seductive echo—intensely sensual and drowsy—sounded like the decaying strings of an instrument.

Shen Jing looked up, her eyes reddened. "Does it hurt?"

Hurt?

Luchen grasped the nape of her neck, forcefully pulling her into his embrace. His voice was cold as he commanded, "Zhuang Ming, get out of the car."

The meaning of those words was all too clear. Shen Jing’s heart trembled, and she immediately protested, "Don’t make Zhuang Ming get out of the car!"

Luchen looked at her with his deep-set eyes. "Do you like him hearing you cry out?"

His posture exuded an air of aristocratic dignity, yet his voice retained the nonchalant tone of a hedonistic young master. The glance he gave her was both teasing and full of insinuation.

She propped herself up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "How about this? Let’s go home."

Yes, Shen Jing was nervous.

In the end, he didn’t take her back to Yunding. Instead, in high spirits, he went to a hotel suite.

He liked to change venues.

Draped in his suit jacket, she hung her head in shame on his shoulder, enduring the hotel manager’s obsequious welcome as they entered the elevator.

Only when the elevator doors closed did Shen Jing dare to show her face.

「After a tumultuous night, day broke.」

Poor Liang Yingning. Her new nightgown had cost 40,000.

Now it was ruined by Zhou Luchen, lying in tattered pieces on the carpet.

He held her smooth shoulders as they leaned against the headboard, his fingers gently playing with her soaking wet hair.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was overcast.

Shen Jing remembered, her voice utterly hoarse. "Today is Christmas Eve."

Zhou Luchen didn’t care much for such Western holidays. He leisurely lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, the thick smoke curling down his throat. Holding the cigarette between two fingers, he lowered his gaze and maliciously blew smoke into her face, clearly teasing her.

"Why is your voice so hoarse, hmm?"

He probably knew best why it was so hoarse. Shen Jing chose not to speak, her bare foot under the blanket kicking at the firm muscle of his thigh.

Zhou Luchen easily wrapped an arm around her, pinning her so she couldn’t move.

Even while smoking with one hand, subduing her was brutally simple for him.

Curious, Shen Jing reached for the cigarette lightly clenched between Zhou Luchen’s lips and took a puff. She immediately choked on the harsh, acrid taste.

She didn’t have the strength to cough it out, just whimpering softly with faint "MM-MM" sounds.

He took the cigarette, snuffed it out, and glanced sideways at her. Her half-dead appearance was quite an act.

She just had to try it; she had a rebellious streak.

It started raining outside.

The rain grew heavier, and the temperature dropped further.

Shen Jing burrowed under the swan-down duvet, nestling against Zhou Luchen’s bare chest.

"Zhou Luchen, let’s celebrate Christmas," she said.

On major traditional holidays, he would either return to the Zhou Family or have social engagements. It was probably only during Western holidays, which the aristocratic families like his didn’t particularly care about, that Zhou Luchen would have free time.

His response was simply, "Up to you."

Shen Jing took that as his agreement. She was truly too sleepy at the moment and closed her eyes to rest.

The man beside her had already released her. He got up, grabbed a bathrobe, and went into the bathroom to shower.

She was drained of energy and slept soundly.

When Zhou Luchen came out of the shower, she was fast asleep.

Picking up his cigarette case, he stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze fixed on the misty rain outside.

He held a cigarette between two fingers but was too lazy to light it, instead tapping it idly against the back of the sofa.

The voice on the other end of the call said, "Mr. Zhou, how should we handle Luo Yuanping?"

Zhou Luchen’s voice was a bit hoarse. "Handle it by the book."

「 」

Shen Jing woke up in the night. She pressed her hands to her aching waist as she looked around. Zhou Luchen was already gone, leaving only emptiness.

The fine, misty rain was still falling outside.

The butler of the presidential suite delivered dinner and a change of clothes, then closed the door and left.

Once again, the room was utterly silent.

Shen Jing glanced at the contents of the gift box. There was a new phone inside.

If you called him attentive, he never noticed her emotions or feelings, not in the slightest.

But if you called him inattentive, he knew her clothing sizes perfectly.

Men. What ridiculous creatures.

It was a black qipao embroidered with golden apricot blossoms, a handcrafted treasure. He always prepared clothes for her based solely on his own tastes.

The new phone only had Zhou Luchen’s contact information.

Just as she was about to call him, he called her first. "Come down."

Shen Jing gathered her things and went downstairs.

A dazzling black matte sports car was parked under the hotel’s portico.

As she opened the passenger door, she was greeted by the intoxicating scent of fresh roses.