A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 163 - 162"Want to leave me?"_1

Zhou Luchen arrived at Yunding in the middle of the night. He turned on the light and found Shen Jing sitting on the carpet, peeling an orange.

Her face bore delicate makeup, but she still looked tipsy, probably not even clear on what she was doing.

She was still wearing the white silk slip dress from the banquet. When she looked up in surprise, the wool blanket on her shoulders slipped slightly.

She peeled the orange slowly, lifting her head to watch her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.

The man stood behind her, silhouetted against the light. The collar of his black shirt was loose and open; further down, a platinum button strained against his chest, making his pectoral muscles bulge.

Shen Jing reached out to touch the reflection of Zhou Luchen in the glass window and froze.

An illusion.

He couldn’t possibly appear. How much must she yearn for him to see his face in the glass?

She bit into a segment of the orange. After finishing it, she gazed dazedly at the man in the window. "If he had come to Su City that day to explain things clearly, maybe I wouldn’t have gotten angry. I’m so easy to appease, so magnanimous. Maybe I wouldn’t have held a grudge against this young master."

"He doesn’t like trouble; he isn’t even willing to take a slightly longer route. Similarly, I’m a nuisance to him, dispensable."

"I was clearly giving him one last chance, but he didn’t treasure it."

The more she spoke, the more the drunkenness overpowered her. Her eyes turned moist as she tearfully bit into the orange.

Zhou Luchen said nothing. He sat on the sofa next to her and began peeling an orange for her from the box.

She looked at the orange in his hands. His long, slender fingers peeled it neatly, picking off the fibers cleanly.

"He won’t talk to me, his eyes are cold as ice. He doesn’t want me, so I don’t want him either."

Figuring she was drunk, Zhou Luchen didn’t respond to her nonsensical words.

Suddenly, she lurched and fell onto Zhou Luchen’s thigh. Her shoulders trembled intermittently as she sobbed.

Zhou Luchen held the cleanly peeled orange to her lips.

She opened her mouth, bit into it, and even sucked lightly on his fingers.

Zhou Luchen’s eyes flickered for a moment as he looked at his two fingers. Then he stood up.

A small hand tugged at his trousers. "Achen."

Her voice was soft.

Shen Jing rarely called him Achen. Ever since she learned it was a pet name Wenxin loved to use, she had become petty, always addressing him by his full name.

Only when her consciousness was unclear did she become this seductive.

"I’m not leaving. I’m just going to wash my hands," he said evenly.

Shen Jing acknowledged with an "Oh."

While he went to wash his hands, she continued eating her orange.

Zhou Luchen leaned against the doorframe, drying his hands and watching her intently.

She bit into a sour segment, and her whole little face puckered up in an instant.

Zhou Luchen, feeling helpless, picked her up and let her lie against his chest. As soon as she snuggled against him, the warmth made her cry out, "WAAH WAAH!" as if she bore the greatest grievance in the world.

"I saw it. I saw you holding her," she said, burying her head in his chest. "I heard everything. She was blaming me."

Zhou Luchen’s expression remained utterly calm. He had no intention of explaining, nor did he seem to take anything to heart. He just held her and let her cry.

"I don’t want to share you with anyone," she said, her small hands wrapped tightly around his lean waist, voicing the grievance from the bottom of her heart, determined to possess him. "Not in any way."

She cried profusely, her chest heaving.

Zhou Luchen didn’t answer. He pressed her into the sofa and kissed her deeply, his arms forcefully tightening around her body, holding her so close there was almost no space between them. His fingers hooked the straps of her slip dress, snapping them as he pulled them down.

Shen Jing indulged him.

She was like a pristine porcelain doll in his palm, her alcohol-flushed cheeks turning an even deeper, more alluring shade of red.

Their lips locked.

The touch was real.

He bit her, and it hurt.

Only because she was so familiar with his dominance did Shen Jing realize it wasn’t an illusion; it was the very real Zhou Luchen.

She stammered a cry, pummelling the man on top of her and trying to push him away.

"Zhou—MMMPH!"

Before she could utter a single curse, he pinched the back of her neck, lifted her, and completely cut off her breath, his body radiating a fierce aura.

Her crying intensified, tears overflowing.

Zhou Luchen bit her.

Without any mercy.

He just liked it when she was unwilling, when she compromised out of desperation, as if fighting for her life.

...

Afterward, the pain was so intense she could hardly breathe. Zhou Luchen didn’t let her go until she was struggling for air.

This left her huddled in a corner of the sofa, utterly dishevelled.

He frowned. "Does it hurt?"

"You’re just mean."

Shen Jing tried to find something to cover her naked body, but he snatched everything away, taking each piece as she picked it up.

She was furious, but in front of Zhou Luchen, she had no real power.

After a struggle, she sneezed pitifully. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Zhou Luchen picked up his suit jacket from the carpet and tossed it into her arms, saying coldly, "Crying is useless. Do you think you can escape?"

The implication was clear: as long as he wanted to continue tormenting her, she was powerless to resist.

She raised her hand, intending to slap his face.

But Zhou Luchen easily caught her wrist. The more she struggled, the tighter he gripped, though he allowed her other hand to scratch him.

His skin was pale. A nail mark quickly appeared, stretching from his cheek to his jawbone, with faint traces of blood seeping out. It added a touch of morbid allure to his sharply defined jawline.

Shen Jing immediately withdrew her hand and scooted further into the corner. "Does it hurt?" she whispered.

Zhou Luchen finally released her. His deep eyes stared intently at her for a moment before he asked in a hoarse voice, "Satisfied now?"

She turned her face away, looking out the window. "You deserved it."

His eyes held a faint indifference. "Want to leave me?"

She did. Of course, she did. His string of ’bosom buddies’ was endless. She could overlook his past romantic entanglements, but after getting involved with him, she wanted a Zhou Luchen who belonged only to her.

But it was difficult.

Shen Jing looked up at him. "Do you love anyone?"

Talking about love probably felt like a burden to him. Zhou Luchen’s thin lips curved into a cold, unfeeling smile. "Whatever answer you want, I’ll give it to you."

His words carried an innate nonchalance, an air of detached superiority.

Shen Jing wrapped the suit jacket tighter around herself, her voice dropping. "I’m really curious what kind of woman will be able to capture your heart in the future."

He was proud and conceited his entire life. In the realms of business strategy and political maneuvering, everything he sought was for the Zhou Family’s benefit. For him to fall into the quagmire of love and lose himself in a daze of passion was pure fantasy.

Who became Mrs. Zhou probably didn’t matter to him at all.

As for who he shared passionate nights with—whether it was a transaction of power and pleasure, or his innate possessiveness and desire to play games—it could never be equated with the title "Mrs. Zhou."

"Didn’t you ask me once if I was afraid of falling?"

She spoke calmly, "I am. Very afraid. In this world, there are some people you can’t afford to fall in love with. People like Zhou Luchen. Standing atop a pedestal of power, everything you do for me shatters the value system I initially established. Mentally, materially, in terms of desire... it’s like a toxin planted deep within. The more I want, the more I realize I can’t have it, and the greedier I become, never satisfied. To have everything I want just by being happy with you—isn’t that a kind of fall?"

"A single coaxing word from you, and I soften. A casual glance, and I lose control of my heart. I’m terrified that one day, I’ll choose to become your mistress, living outside your marriage. That’s not who I want to be. I would despise myself."

Feelings? Zhou Luchen had none.

Desires? He could afford to give her anything.

"Who in this world doesn’t have a true heart? What makes yours so valuable?" Zhou Luchen leaned in, his lips close to Shen Jing’s ear, his warm breath ghosting over her skin as he enunciated each word, leaving her in suspense. "Hmm?"