A Twisted Love Affair
Chapter 58 - 057 compensate you_1

Chapter 58: 057 compensate you_1

Shen Jing was afraid of cats. When a cat approached Zhou Luchen, she didn’t want to get close.

Only after the cat left did Shen Jing pull out a chair and sit beside Zhou Luchen.

Zhou Luchen’s noble, long fingers handled his cards. The movement, lasting less than half a second, was elegant and swift. After a moment, he freed his palm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her closer.

He turned to her, his low, husky voice mixed with hot breath brushing her ear, "Jealous?"

Amidst the soft murmurs and conversations of the card players, his voice was low, audible only to Shen Jing.

Shen Jing looked up at him. When he gently curved his lips into a smile, his chest vibrated.

"A cat, really, Shen Jing?"

Shen Jing’s voice held a note of resentment. "It’s not just that I’m afraid of cats. My cat is gone forever because my stepfather threw the tiny thing away."

Thrown away?

Rarely, Zhou Luchen reached out and gently rubbed the back of her head, very tenderly. "I’ll bring Paopao back for you to play with, okay?"

Shen Jing looked down. "It’s Chen Yao’s."

He focused on the cards as he replied, "It’s well-behaved; it won’t bully you."

Shen Jing pursed her red lips. "You’re good at taking what others like."

Zhou Luchen didn’t even glance at her. "If you want it, it’s yours."

"I don’t want it."

Shen Jing couldn’t help but yawn, her expression lacking vitality, leaning on Zhou Luchen’s shoulder to watch his cards.

Their conversation topics were all about investments, something Shen Jing had no interest in.

These rich, impressively dressed second-generation individuals were rarely seen by Shen Jing, and she was not very familiar with them.

"Invest or not?" Zhou Luchen’s voice rumbled low above her head.

Shen Jing’s eyelids lazily lifted. "Invest in what?"

With a flick of his long fingers, Zhou Luchen discarded a card. "Renewable energy."

Not really listening, Shen Jing responded with an "Oh" and couldn’t help but yawn again.

Zhou Luchen looked at her. Her yawning appearance was even more docile and gentle than the cat, her thin eyelids drooping lazily.

Her makeup-free, palm-sized face was flushed an unnatural pink, a telltale sign of his intimacy.

Zhou Luchen asked softly, "Still tired?"

Shen Jing nodded. "Yeah."

Zhou Luchen’s fingers, resting on the side of her waist, tightened. He coaxed in a soft voice, "We’ll go home in a bit."

She said, "I’ll wait another twenty minutes for you."

Issuing commands, is she?

Zhou Luchen smiled. "How about an extra ten minutes?" His voice was calm but carried an irrefutable undertone.

Shen Jing caught on and looked out the window. "Fine."

Zhou Luchen then paid her no mind.

The card players didn’t sense anything amiss. Their thoughts weren’t on Shen Jing. Who would dare to stare straight at the woman next to the second son? Whoever she was, they respected her anonymity and wished them well.

The scent of nicotine drifted over.

Shen Jing grew increasingly drowsy. Her face unconsciously rested on Zhou Luchen’s body; the soft fabric of his dress shirt felt increasingly comfortable against her cheek. Her hands grabbed onto Zhou Luchen’s arms, the gentleness in her expression slowly fading, her glistening eyes unable to hide her distress.

Young Master Zhou seemed to read her thoughts. He simply pushed the cards away with his palm. With a loud CLATTER, the chips were flung carelessly to the other players, as if he were venting his frustration.

The sudden action startled everyone. The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and it felt like the second son was perhaps not very happy.

Zhou Luchen tapped out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, his expression indifferent. "Bad hand."

Despite saying the roughest words, he looked devastatingly sexy.

Shen Jing, seeing the chaotically scattered cards on the square table, looked at him, puzzled. "What’s wrong?"

He tossed his suit jacket into Shen Jing’s arms, still patient enough to take her wrist. "Let’s go home."

Chen Yao, standing in the courtyard, glanced over. "Leaving already? I haven’t even joined the table yet. Let’s have dinner together at the hotel later."

Zhou Luchen, habitually nonchalant, didn’t give Chen Yao so much as a glance, leading the beauty he held by the hand to the parking lot to retrieve their car.