A Twisted Love Affair
Chapter 66: Raise an Ancestor_1

Chapter 66: Raise an Ancestor_1

The security guards were perceptive. Spotting the supercar with the distinctive sequential-number license plate starting up on the surveillance camera, they had already opened the gate, ready.

Munching on a xiaolongbao, one security guard watched the supercar speed away from the residence and asked his colleague, "Do you know who’s in that car?"

"Who?"

"Rumor has it, they’re from the Zhou family," he said, giving a thumbs-up. "It’s the young master of the Zhou family and his lover."

"They’ve been staying here every night recently, on the top floor of Block C. They even bought the apartment below to avoid being disturbed."

"The Zhou family would buy property here?"

"He has houses everywhere. He could stay wherever he likes, but he comes here particularly often."

"Just focus on your work and mind your own business."

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The Zhou family’s bodyguards were already waiting at the private hospital entrance, watching their Second Young Master, Zhou Luchen, carry a beautiful woman into the emergency department.

They had assumed it was some urgent matter requiring privileged access.

The bodyguard followed to register and get the forms.

The young woman, Shen Jing, had a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius, was physically weak, and had caught a chill. She needed to be admitted for an IV drip.

In the office, Zhou Luchen sat across from the chief physician.

He perused the medical report without blinking. Dressed in a simple black shirt, his silent demeanor deterred anyone from speaking loudly in his presence.

The chief physician prescribed some medicated patches. "These are medicated patches, Mr. Zhou. It’ll be more convenient for you to apply them yourself."

As he spoke, he placed the specially prepared patches in front of Zhou Luchen.

Zhou Luchen’s fingers flipped through the report, his gaze intensifying. "A full re-examination. Do everything for her."

The chief physician nodded. "I’ll arrange it. It will take some time, so she’ll need to be admitted temporarily."

Zhou Luchen put down the report, his expression still frigid. "Thank you for the trouble."

The chief physician smiled. "No trouble at all. We will take good care of Miss Shen. It’s our duty as doctors."

In the private room, Liang Yingning had just left a party at a club when one of Second Young Master Zhou’s bodyguards called her over to keep Shen Jing company.

In all of Shanghai, the two of them were the closest.

Yingning quietly ladled out some porridge, chatting with Shen Jing from time to time.

"Come on, the porridge has cooled. Open your mouth."

Shen Jing’s fever hadn’t subsided, and she felt weak, managing only to move her mouth with effort.

Seeing the beautiful woman in such a state, Liang Yingning, the second daughter of her family, felt her heart ache. "Doesn’t he feel sorry for you at all?"

Miss Shen’s body was too delicate, almost excessively so.

As for Zhou Luchen’s tall figure, honestly, Yingning had never seen him undressed, so she didn’t know exactly what he looked like.

But the women in their circle who had partied with Zhou Luchen had seen him. After he got wet, his clothes clung to his physique, revealing proportions that made hormones skyrocket at a mere glance.

Just from the way they talked about him, their eyes shining as if they’d never seen a man before, Yingning could guess what a top-tier specimen he was.

"You two... sigh, you’re pretty wild," Yingning said.

Shen Jing raised her head slightly. Her oversized hospital gown slipped, revealing a large patch of marks on her collarbone. She said quietly, "He was drunk last night."

Yingning retorted, "You’re kidding me! Second Young Master Zhou isn’t the type to get drunk."

Shen Jing gave a faint smile; she couldn’t fool her.

Whether Second Young Master Zhou was drunk or not, he was always so wild.

Yingning fed her porridge. "You spent the whole night in the pool! Look at your complexion, your neck, your arms—is any part of you okay? Don’t think I can’t see the marks just because you’re wearing loose clothes."

Bruises, purple and blue.

A heavy price for succumbing to the beast.

Although, during the act, Zhou Luchen’s skill had been exquisite, bringing her immense pleasure.

But afterward came the ’glorious’ hospital admission.

Ever since moving into Yunding No. 1, the flirtatious Zhou Luchen had been luring her into nightly debauchery.

Her skin was too tender, not built for such roughness.

Seeing Shen Jing’s listless state, Liang Yingning said, "You can’t really blame him; blame his incredible stamina."

Shen Jing, however, was curious. "Where did he go?"

Liang Yingning replied, "He’s in the office asking about your condition. He wants to arrange a full-body checkup for you, to fix whatever’s wrong."

"Eat a little less now. When he comes back, let him personally feed you and take care of you. Test him."

"How do I test him?" Shen Jing felt weak all over and miserable.

Liang Yingning laughed slyly. "You know how to act coquettish. Do you need me to teach you?"

Shen Jing said, her eyelids heavy with fatigue, "A man like Zhou Luchen, raised by wealth and desire, is completely resistant to such useless tricks."

Second Young Master Zhou, who had been standing at the door for a long time, finally couldn’t listen anymore and knocked.

Liang Yingning’s heart leaped into her throat.

Zhou Luchen had been listening for a while, ever since they started discussing his physique.

Liang Yingning hurriedly put down the bowl and, with a sheepish grin, apologized to Zhou Luchen. "She hasn’t eaten much. Please make sure to feed her a few more bites. My Jingjing is so feverish, her head must be muddled."

Zhou Luchen merely nodded slightly.

As Liang Yingning left, she smiled and closed the door tightly, feeling like a fish returned to water, finally out of a tight spot.

She hadn’t said anything wrong, had she?

That ruthless Zhou Luchen...

The moment the door closed, Shen Jing reached out, wanting Zhou Luchen to hold her. The alternating chills and fever were unbearable.

Zhou Luchen, the culprit, was quite willing to indulge her now. He stood by the bed, letting her act spoiled.

Her voice was hoarse. "Do you have a fever?"

Zhou Luchen smiled, took her hand, and pressed it to his own forehead. "Do I?" he asked lightly.

"No." Shen Jing looked up at him and smiled. "Want to come up so I can infect you?"

Zhou Luchen rubbed her head with his palm. "Such a princess."

After Shen Jing pestered him a few more times, Zhou Luchen climbed onto the bed, letting her rest her head on his thigh as she quietly received her IV drip.

She really wanted to pass this 40-degree fever to him, to let him experience what it felt like.

But it was just a thought. She whispered, "Zhou Luchen."

His fingers toyed with a strand of her hair. He looked down and hummed in acknowledgment. "Mm?"

"Achen... has anyone ever called you Achen?" Shen Jing suddenly asked. "Do your family and friends call you Achen? Can I call you that?"

Zhou Luchen’s fingers visibly paused for a second, a hint of coldness flickering in his eyes before he nonchalantly curved his lips. "Not calling me by my full name anymore?"

She always called out ’Zhou Luchen’ in that sweet, soft voice of hers.

She closed her eyes and smiled. "I’m tired of it."

Zhou Luchen chuckled softly. His palm supported the hand with the IV, examining its whiteness and delicacy, the veins faintly visible beneath the thin skin.

The adhesive tape securing the needle made it look even more fragile.

He didn’t reply for two or three minutes, by which time she had already drifted off to sleep from exhaustion.

When the nurse came in to remove the IV needle, she saw the couple nestled together at the head of the bed.

The moment the needle was removed from her tender hand, Shen Jing shivered and burrowed into his embrace.

Zhou Luchen covered her eyes with his hand. "What are you afraid of?"

Drowsy, she clung to him. "It hurts."

Zhou Luchen’s gaze swept over her. He picked up the hand that had been pricked and examined it for a moment. Her beautiful hands, usually meant for playing musical instruments, now bore a tiny puncture mark.

"Apologize to it, Zhou Luchen."

He smiled. "Alright, alright. My fault."

Shen Jing hummed in satisfaction, then declared, "An apology is useless. I don’t forgive you."

She wanted him to feel guilty, to feel a pang of tenderness every time he remembered.

Then maybe he’d think twice before being so rough with her in the future.

Zhou Luchen’s long fingers gently pinched her slightly thinner face. His voice held a playful amusement. "I’m raising an ancestor, aren’t I?"

The next day, the full medical report came out: Shen Jing had severe lumbar muscle strain.

The attending physician said it was very serious and required rest and moderation.