A Twisted Love Affair
Chapter 130: His lost expensive pet_1

Chapter 130: His lost expensive pet_1

It was surprisingly pleasant here. Shen Jing had no idea which sea they were in. There wasn’t a drop of rain. The yacht’s interior was spacious, its crystal chandeliers refracting dazzling light.

"Miss Shen," an attendant reminded her, "we should change our clothes first. Mr. Zhou is chatting with friends on the terrace, and it wouldn’t be quite appropriate for you to go over like this."

Right. How clean their surroundings were. How fastidious they were.

Shen Jing sneered and went to the restroom. She unzipped her raincoat, took it off, and handed it to the attendant. Wearing a raincoat in here was indeed improper and foolish.

Only after freshening up did she head to the terrace sofa area.

The terrace sofa area was filled with people. Zhou Luchen and his wealthy friends were chatting about something, their laughter rising and falling with effortless ease. Shen Jing didn’t recognize any of his friends. They were all around his age, a mix of men and women.

Among them, Zhou Luchen was lounging on a sofa, chatting with his friends. His legs were crossed, and the collar of his black shirt was slightly open, intermittently revealing sharp, defined collarbones that exuded a compelling sensuality. As he talked and laughed, he occasionally toyed with the phone in his hand, the picture of innate grace and opulence.

One of his friends asked, "You really went to great lengths for her this time. Didn’t you send a helicopter to pick her up?"

Zhou Luchen seemed to offer a faint smile. "That little fox has a habit of wandering off. It’s quite time-consuming."

His friends chuckled in agreement.

Shen Jing understood. They were discussing her in their leisure. He mentioned her so casually, his lukewarm tone inadvertently revealing her insignificance. She felt like someone who mattered, yet not quite enough. At least, in their eyes, she was still just a nameless, unacknowledged figure.

Their gazes slowly met.

Zhou Luchen took a sip of his drink. His eyes, tinged with intoxication, fixed on her. The amusement hadn’t quite faded from his gaze, which was casual yet held a hint of scrutiny.

"Come here," he said, his voice cool.

Shen Jing moved closer.

Zhou Luchen, holding a whiskey glass, gestured slowly in her direction as he continued to converse with his friend. His posture was coolly elegant as he sat, and he seemed to be inwardly mocking, This is that expensive pet of mine who got lost on the highway.

After a moment, his friend stood up and greeted Shen Jing politely, "Hello, I’m Xie Qinyang, from Beijing."

Shen Jing nodded. "Hello, I’m Shen Jing."

Just then, Zhuang Ming leaned in respectfully from behind Zhou Luchen. "She hasn’t eaten anything. She was complaining the whole time on the plane."

Zhou Luchen calmly set down his glass and tapped his finger on the table, signaling for food to be served. The drinks on the coffee table were cleared away, and dishes were brought out.

Shen Jing remained silent. She sat down in an armchair opposite him and began to eat from the array of exquisite dishes spread across the table. She took small sips of her millet porridge, her cheeks puffing out slightly.

Zhou Luchen pulled out a tissue and handed it to her. "Is someone racing you to finish?"

She looked up. Her eyes, glistening as if she had been crying, held a watery sheen that evoked a mixture of tenderness and pity.

Zhou Luchen was silent for a moment. Then, his long arm reached across the coffee table and, in full view of everyone, including his friends, he unhurriedly wiped a grain of rice from the corner of her mouth.

Shen Jing’s heart leaped. She sat up straighter. "Is it that unsightly to have a grain of rice on my face?"

Zhou Luchen said hoarsely, "Who’d be so idle as to watch you?"

Shen Jing turned her head. Indeed. No one was looking; his friends were preoccupied with their drinks, amusement, or discussions.

She resumed eating. "I’ve been hungry for ages."

Zhou Luchen tossed the tissue into the trash can. "Why didn’t you call when you were stuck in traffic?"

His voice held a reprimanding tone, sounding quite heartless. Shen Jing lowered her head inexplicably. "Didn’t Zhuang Ming call?"

His jaw tightened, his demeanor still icy. "Without Zhuang Ming, what would you have done?"

Shen Jing averted her gaze. "You’re scolding me again."

Zhou Luchen reached out and pinched her chin, turning her face back towards him and forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Still going to act up, are you?"