A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 94: Follow me, could I leave you behind?_1

The call connected unexpectedly.

Shen Jing’s voice was soft and clear.

"Zhou Luchen."

He hummed. Lowering his gaze for a moment, he slowly exhaled smoke from his sculpted lips. "Are you home?"

Shen Jing remained silent for a long while, deliberately putting on airs. "I’m surprised President Zhou still remembers to look for me. If you hadn’t, I’d have started to think President Zhou has intermittent amnesia, forgetting about me now and then."

Zhou Luchen chuckled softly, his gaze fixated on the flame dancing at his fingertips as the cigarette burned down in a ring.

The cold wind on the balcony made his voice slightly nasal. "Now that you’re with me, would I ever leave you out in the cold?"

He spoke so earnestly that Shen Jing couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or just showering her with sweet talk. Words seemed to flow effortlessly from him, his good mood always there to coax her.

Shen Jing arched her brows and squeezed the beer can in her hand, affecting a teasing tone. "I’ve been drinking. I can’t drive home, and I’m very sleepy."

Her words carried a drowsy overtone, an indirect hint for him to come pick her up.

Zhou Luchen stood under the illusory glow of the city lights, surrounded by silence. The cigarette in his hand had burned down to the filter. He tossed it and crushed it under his leather shoe.

He then pulled out another cigarette, merely placing it between his lips. Leaning back lazily against the balcony railing, he tilted his head back and slowly closed his eyes, taking a breath. His loneliness blended seamlessly into the diffused glow.

"Where are you?"

"Grandma’s."

That night, as if by some unspoken agreement, neither of them returned to Yunding. Neither sought the other out.

Shen Jing truly couldn’t go back. Liang Yingning was dead drunk and unmovable; getting her into a room had taken considerable effort.

The engagement between the Chen and Liang families was the talk of the entire city. A union between renowned conglomerates—it was difficult for anyone to be unaware.

Early in the morning, Father Chen stood by Chen Yao’s bed, slowly counting the Buddha beads on the prayer bracelet in his hand. "I will give the Chen Group shares to your cousin."

Chen Yao figured his father was just trying to scare him, so he didn’t take it seriously. The Chen Family’s assets were so vast he couldn’t even count them all; using this to pressure him into marriage seemed pointless. Even if his father refused to give him anything, he had his own businesses on the side to generate income. They share the same blood. Would the old man really let him suffer? freёnovelkiss-com

Chen Yao got out of bed, washed up, and sauntered downstairs, the very picture of nonchalance.

Father Chen spoke calmly, "Decide for yourself: the Chen Group, or that pink-haired little girl."

"What era is this? You’re still trying to fool me with these old tricks?" Chen Yao leaned against the staircase railing. "Even if you gave it to me, I, your old man, wouldn’t want it."

But when Chen Renjun pulled out the share transfer agreement for signing, Chen Yao’s brows tightened. The older generation, seasoned in the world of business and strategy, always meant what they said. Father Chen truly signed it. His signature—the three characters for ’Chen Renjun’—was effortlessly penned, with lawyers present as well.

"You’re serious?"

Chen Renjun nodded, speaking calmly, "Yes, I am. The family business should be inherited by the rightful son. You never listen to your elders. The Chen Group wouldn’t last in your hands. Throughout my life, I’ve detested insubordinate underlings the most, and you’re no exception."

Chen Yao turned and went upstairs.

Father Chen’s gaze was sharp as a torch, a cold smile on his face. "The drive to survive and fight is already engraved in his mind. If he acts foolishly now, he doesn’t deserve the Chen surname." Would his rebellious son truly be willing to part with the Chen Group’s assets?

The assistant followed behind Father Chen. "What should we do about that girl named Xing Fei from the teahouse?"

Chen Renjun slowly raised his hand, giving instructions to arrange the motorcade for the engagement venue, his smile not reaching his eyes.

"Deal with her? What dealing with her? Do you think you own the world?"

"And how do you have such power to ’deal with’ people as you please? Are you still living in the past? Civilized people don’t use that kind of gangster slang. Understand?"

The assistant nodded carefully. "You’re right, Chairman. I’ve been watching too many movies lately. I shouldn’t have run my mouth."

Chen Renjun walked out, hands clasped behind his back. "These young upstarts think they can compete with us? Their meager abilities are hardly worth mentioning."