A Twisted Love Affair
Chapter 76: Just be good with you_1

Chapter 76: Just be good with you_1

As she opened the door, the little white cat cheerfully approached Zhou Luchen’s feet, making soft Miaomiao sounds, tentatively hooking its paw onto the hem of Zhou Luchen’s trousers.

"MIAOMIAO."

Zhou Luchen bent down slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting as he spoke softly, "She is sleeping, don’t make noise."

In the spacious and lonely apartment, his voice was particularly hoarse.

The kitten tilted its head and looked at the man for a while, but the man didn’t look back at it. The kitten, quite sensible, trudged off on its short legs to its own room to play.

The kitten had its own room filled with many cat toys that Shen Jing had carefully arranged.

Zhou Luchen walked straight to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed without any gentleness.

Her body rebounded heavily on the soft silk quilt, and Shen Jing became fully conscious.

Through a hazy gaze, she saw him turn around to leave.

Shen Jing’s fingers caught hold of the hem of Zhou Luchen’s trousers as she half-turned to look at him. "You’re staying in the study again."

His voice was hoarse. "Taking a shower."

Shen Jing bit her lip, gazing at him tenderly. "No more sleeping in separate rooms. Are we a couple that quarrels, having to sleep separately every night?"

Zhou Luchen was expressionless.

"Get up." He kept walking.

Shen Jing slowly rose to her feet, trailing after him. "What for?"

"Come shower," he ordered. "If you don’t shower, I won’t let you sleep in my arms."

He was just teasing her. With a huff, Shen Jing put on her slippers. "I don’t even want to sleep with you anymore!"

In those days, Lu Siyuan didn’t have any negative trending searches. However, gradually and without warning, she received fewer scripts, and her original leading roles were consistently replaced by actresses known for their acting prowess.

It could be said that she had absolutely nothing to do.

Directors she used to be close with tactfully told her that her acting was not up to par, while producers shook their heads with a sigh, apologizing.

The word "sorry" was the last bit of dignity left to her by one of Zhou Luchen’s identities.

That was just how Zhou Luchen was; he wouldn’t start a war, nor would he utter harsh words. Carrying the demeanor of an aristocrat’s son, he would subtly withdraw his support, leaving you disappointed. To give or not, to protect or not, it all depended on his mood. It was just a phone call for him.

Lu Siyuan leaned on the balcony, popping open one can of beer after another, gulping them down.

She was in Building B; they lived in Building C. Their waters never mingled.

Memories surged forth.

Once upon a time, when she was an obscure 18th-tier actress, her best friend took her to Chen Yao’s birthday party.

From afar, she saw Zhou Luchen, the dazzling second son of the Zhou Family, standing out among the many privileged young men.

His presence commanded respect, and the moment she saw him, he was the only one she could focus on.

A shirt in Monet grey, an aesthetic of premium grey, made her fall in love with a color for life—grey, it turned out, could be so astonishingly dazzling.

He was sitting on a sofa by the shore fishing, always surrounded by people fawning over him as if he were an esteemed ancestor. His lips often curved in a nonchalant smile—on one hand embodying arrogant nobility, on the other, lost in decadence.

In that moment, she thought she understood his loneliness and emptiness.

As she observed the beautiful women around her, having grown up in Hong Kong, she was extremely confident in her own beauty.

She carefully sat down on the sofa beside Zhou Luchen, helping him bait the hook, sharing the sea breeze with him.

He just glanced at her faintly, not saying a word.

She didn’t dare speak to him, afraid of ruining his enjoyment.

She stayed by his side in silence.

Later on, she would occasionally run into Chen Yao organizing gatherings. She would dress up meticulously and visit, thus getting a chance to see Zhou Luchen.

Whenever the second son of the Zhou Family won a round of cards and flashed that occasional smile, and their gazes unintentionally met, the laughter in his eyes would deepen at the sight of her. His romantic and unrestrained long eyes were particularly tempting.

Her nerves were so on edge that her heart felt hot and unbearable, and her affection grew even stronger.

At the card table, Chen Yao chatted away, "You’re an artist? How come I haven’t heard of your name online?"

Lu Siyuan replied with utmost sincerity, "I’m not famous. I only play corpses and extras. The bodies the male and female leads step on in the scenes—that’s me."

Some were amused and laughed, but not Zhou Luchen.

Zhou Luchen remained expressionless the entire time, a lit cigarette dangling from his thin lips, the crimson flame flickering indeterminately, his emotions unreadable.

He didn’t look at her, and she felt terribly sad.

After all, the proud scion of the high and mighty Zhou Family aristocratic lineage didn’t fancy girls who threw themselves at him. Climbing across social classes to win him over was truly not easy.

In the end, as the gathering was breaking up, she mistakenly got into Zhou Luchen’s sports car. The car’s luxurious interior and the noble, arrogant second son of the Zhou Family in the driver’s seat flustered her. Before she could apologize, he playfully locked the doors, leaning back with a smirk, his posture that of a cynical young master. "Got in the wrong car, huh? Then come with me."

His low tone was sexy and enthralling, teasing her, his actions utterly domineering.

She bit her lip. "Yes," she murmured, staring at the man’s relaxed posture. "From now on... can I only be with you? Is that okay?"

Zhou Luchen started the car and smiled but said nothing.

At that moment, she knew she had succeeded. The joy she couldn’t suppress made her grip the seatbelt so tight it left an imprint. She was truly happy, always silently chanting ’Zhou Luchen’ in her heart.

Afterwards, wherever Zhou Luchen went, she followed. A phone call, a message, a mention from his bodyguard—even if she was filming on set, she would drop everything and return to see him.

In the entertainment circle, whatever she pointed at and said she wanted, Zhou Luchen provided.

Zhou Luchen looked at her in a good mood, cigarette in mouth, a slight smile on his thin lips. "Let’s hear you call me ’Boss.’"

She flirtatiously hooked an arm around his neck, whispering coyly in his ear, "Boss Zhou."

Whether it was scripts or luxury endorsements, she had her pick. Famous directors courted her, and step by step, she reached the top.

She no longer had to play corpses, no longer had to endure various directors’ drinking parties. If she didn’t want to go, she didn’t go.

The phrase ’acting like a diva’—she learned its meaning after meeting Zhou Luchen. She learned to act superior, accompanying him through high society. The allure of wealth and luxury was an insidious poison, and from that point on, she fell into its vortex, unable to escape.

Later on, she didn’t even dare to say she was his girlfriend. They hadn’t really dated; on cold days, even her attempt to hold his hand for warmth would be subtly dodged by him.

Later still, when he was drunk, she always liked to touch his waist, feeling the lean, defined abdominal muscles. The cold, hard lines under her fingertips pulsed with a potent strength.

She always thought, how could all the best things in the world belong to Zhou Luchen? Heaven truly favored him. Yet, Zhou Luchen was too heartless; no matter how much she tried to please him, she couldn’t find a way into his heart.

She would get emotional and sad, softly asking him, "Am I so unattractive to you? Is my figure still not enough to catch Boss’s eye?"

Zhou Luchen tapped off his cigarette ash, a smile slowly spreading in his eyes. "Pretty good."

Pulling herself back to the present, she downed another gulp of beer. Lu Siyuan tipped the can; it was empty. She grabbed another can and continued drinking.

Her agent found her at Yunding Number One. "Aren’t you going to go ask him?"

Lu Siyuan crushed the beer can and tossed it into the trash bin. "There’s nothing to ask. I understand what he meant. He was never a philanthropist; he just happened to be in a good mood to take care of things at first."

"He doesn’t owe me anything. He never even asked me for anything in return. How can I go to him now? From now on, I’m on my own."

Her agent sized up Lu Siyuan. "You have no acting skills. Do you think relying on your beauty alone will allow you to thrive in the entertainment industry?"