A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 164 - 163 Heart Has No Fixed Place Zhou Luchen_1
"Who in this world doesn’t have a sincere heart? Why should yours be so valuable?" Zhou Luchen bent down. His warm, uneven breath tickled her ear as he bit out the words, keeping her in suspense. "Hmm?"
Zhou Luchen thought she was dull and lacked a sense of propriety.
"Indeed, it’s worthless. In your heart, power and politics are what matter most. You don’t care who likes you or who doesn’t." She evaded his grasp, pinned by his palm against her waist, unable to move.
"Can love alone satisfy one’s hunger?" Zhou Luchen’s voice was hoarse, his face cold and impatient.
She shook her head. "No, love is the cheapest thing. Anyone can fall deeply for someone else after simply turning away."
She also didn’t want to sink any lower.
"Regret being with me?"
The man’s raspy voice seemed to dissolve in the empty room.
Her eyes stung with unshed tears as she reminisced, murmuring with her head down, "No regrets. You’ve been very good to me."
He was good to her. How could he not be, for her to have become so deeply infatuated?
People around her often said such things:
"Our Shanghai’s most esteemed Young Master Zhou, how he dotes on that young lady! He spent a fortune for fishermen to haul in a sea of fish for her."
"From Beijing, he had White Begonia flowers—the kind that blooms all year round—air-shipped to Shanghai in merely four hours."
"That most popular bar in the city, always bustling with music and revelry, do you know why it was shut down? Because that young lady got into trouble there once, and Young Master Zhou flew back to Shanghai on a private plane in the middle of the night to deal with it."
"The last time he booked out that teahouse, he spent 240,000 in a single day."
And to him, 240,000 was probably like an ordinary 24 yuan.
She buried her head in the sofa, fighting back tears she stubbornly refused to let him see. "I’m saying these things while perfectly clear-headed, not drunk."
She didn’t know why, but Shen Jing suddenly burst into full-blown tears.
Zhou Luchen flipped her over to face him. Seeing her tear-streaked face and utterly disheveled hair, he reached out and wiped away her tears, his fingertips becoming wet and sticky from them. "If you don’t want to be with me anymore, then don’t. Is there a need to cry?"
His gentleness was rare.
Shen Jing instinctively clung to Zhou Luchen’s neck, pressing against the prominent firmness of his Adam’s apple. She realized then that she would never get an explanation from him. What she saw was the truth; it seemed he was indeed going to marry Wei Wenxin.
Her tears fell, one by one, onto his chest. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
A nobleman trifling with the mortal world, he wouldn’t easily drown in love.
Adult emotions aren’t as beautiful or as fated as those portrayed in novels and movies.
Ambiguity, like a bubble, is easily burst with a poke.
The fickleness and coldness of a million hearts combined could not compare to the chill within Zhou Luchen’s.
"I really can’t be with you anymore. It’s too exhausting. Please understand. And I wish you a bright and prosperous future."
When she spoke those words, even the Imperial Small Pendulum Clock on the wall seemed to fall silent.
"Alright." Zhou Luchen rubbed the back of her head, his voice tired. "Cry your fill and rest well. If you cause any more trouble, I won’t let you appear before me again, understand?"
Her sobs were thin and brittle. "Yes, I understand."
Turning, Zhou Luchen instantly became cold and indifferent. He picked up his trousers and shirt from the carpet and headed to the walk-in closet.
Shen Jing lay back on the sofa, gazing up at the opulent, gilded domed ceiling.
Just a moment ago, he had been looking at her with such passion.
The next, he was ready to leave.
She watched him dress in a brand new black shirt and black trousers. A matching suit jacket was draped over his arm. He leisurely fastened his buttons, his demeanor indifferent and cold, intensifying the ascetic aura about him.
The door opened.
With a CLICK, he was gone from the room.
Shen Jing lay on the sofa and closed her eyes to rest.
Zhou Luchen, a man whose heart knew no anchor, wouldn’t stay for anyone.
「On December 31st, it was very cold in Shanghai.」
Zhou Luchen leaving her at his home was probably their cruelest way of ending things.
Initially, she had willingly fallen into this quagmire.
