A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 195: Don’t hug and cuddle with other little babies"_1

Chapter 195: Don’t hug and cuddle with other little babies"_1

As they say, beauty lies in the color of liquor: red, brown, white.

「Two in the morning.」

Shen Jing was at GT.

Xie Qinyang grew wilder as the night deepened, and she, infected by his energy, became even wilder.

Having nowhere else to go, Xie Qinyang had dragged her to GT to let loose.

Thus, she indulged herself as if recovering from a heartbreak.

Initially, the old man would call, concerned, telling her to come home early and avoid alcohol. Gradually, however, he relented; young people under work pressure deserved to have their fun.

Old Mr. Shen truly trusted Xie Qinyang, and even more so, he trusted that no one would dare bully his Xiaosi.

Her alcohol tolerance, painstakingly built up with countless shots of white liquor at work engagements, was now unleashed as if a seal had been broken.

She watched a couple in the private room who, having lost a game, were penalized with a ten-minute kiss.

Xie Qinyang, single for all his twenty-seven years, shamelessly egged them on. "Dare to stop, and you two are paying tonight’s bill!"

Going out with Young Master Xie meant the bill would undoubtedly be steep.

Shen Jing’s gaze occasionally swept over the couple.

Their faces were flushed, but they didn’t dare stop kissing.

This unconsciously brought Zhou Luchen to her mind. His kisses were far fiercer, far longer, leaving a woman utterly defenseless.

Leaning against the liquor cabinet, Shen Jing speared a small piece of strawberry with her fork.

She had no desire to watch the couple make out.

Don’t they use their tongues?

Zhou Luchen, he...

He was exactly like this, and like that.

「Late into the night.」

As the party broke up, Shen Jing stumbled along, bracing herself against the wall. She clutched her purse with two elegant fingers, phone pressed to her ear.

"Uncle Liang, where did you park the car..."

「It was one in the afternoon in New York.」

In the top-floor CEO’s conference room of a Manhattan District building.

Zhuang Ming, who answered the call, glanced at the distinguished young man signing contracts. He then leaned over and put down his own phone. "It’s Miss Shen calling. She’s drunk and keeps asking for Uncle Liang. It’s quite noisy where she is; sounds like she just left a nightclub. I can also hear Young Master Xie’s voice."

Zhou Luchen’s brows furrowed slightly as he glanced at the phone. After a moment, he picked it up and listened.

"Uncle Liang, why aren’t you talking?"

Her voice was sweet and coquettish.

Zhou Luchen’s index finger stilled. He set down the contract in his hand. "You’ve got the wrong person."

Her eyes crinkled into a smile. "Your voice is so magnetic, my ears might get pregnant..."

Zhou Luchen said meaningfully, "Listening to a voice won’t get you pregnant."

His voice was incredibly tender and low.

Shen Jing’s mind was a complete muddle; she couldn’t tell her east from her west.

"Then how can one have a little baby?" she asked, leaning against the wall and wobbling.

"I’ve taught you," he said. With that, Zhou Luchen unhurriedly raised a hand, dismissing all the executives in the conference room.

The executives gathered their laptops and contracts and silently filed out with bowed heads.

Not one remained.

Her voice chattered endlessly through the receiver.

"You know, today at the entrance of the Summer Palace Aman, I saw an adorable little baby. She said, ’Daddy, Mommy, wait for Xixi...’" Shen Jing mimicked the Hong Kong-accented Mandarin of a tycoon’s beloved daughter, an intoxicated smile fixed on her lips. The more she thought of that little baby, the hazier her smile became.

"My heart was completely stolen by her. Her parents must have incredible genes," she added.

Zhou Luchen chuckled softly. "Do you want one?"

"I do." Alcohol stained her cheeks, flushing them crimson.

"Come see me," Zhou Luchen’s voice was husky, obscure yet rich with implication, "and I’ll give you everything."

It sounded playful, teasing. Not entirely sincere.

Shen Jing was utterly bewildered. She slapped her forehead. "Who are you?"

The smile on Zhou Luchen’s lips deepened. "It’s only been a few months. You don’t recognize me already?"

A spark ignited in Shen Jing’s drunken eyes, as if she’d discovered a new world. "Ah, the President of United Bank! Are you enjoying a wonderful night with Joanna?"

Two words escaped the man’s thin lips: "Nonsense."

"I saw everything! You were smiling at Joanna, surrounded by a garden of beauties!"

Tonight, Xie Qinyang had ordered a lot of drinks. Shen Jing was subconsciously unaware of what she was doing, simply saying whatever crossed her mind.

"Where?" he drawled, not admitting to it.

Shen Jing staggered as she walked. "Congratulations on finding your true love. Just don’t send me a wedding invitation; I can’t afford the customary gift money."

He raised an eyebrow. "I didn’t say I was sending you one."

If he dared send *her* an invitation, *she’d* tear it to shreds! ...Though on second thought, perhaps not.

"Uncle Liang, my feet are numb," she called out softly.

She probably couldn’t stand steadily anymore.

One could easily imagine her, eyes blinking back tears, looking so innocently fragile and pitiable.

Zhou Luchen couldn’t recall how many times she’d gotten drunk. Poor tolerance, terrible when drunk, always causing some kind of trouble, yet she still loved to drink.

"You’re forbidden from touching alcohol from now on."

Her voice grew stuffy with unshed tears. "Are you... scolding me?"

Zhou Luchen became even colder, as if lecturing an unruly child. "When you get drunk, you never dial the right number."

Being scolded, dismissed as a lightweight, Shen Jing sniffled. All her emotions coalesced into a sense of grievance. Incoherently, she blurted out, "Do you miss me?"

After almost months of no contact, her tearful, slightly pained question made Zhou Luchen pause as he was unwrapping a cigarette.

Drunk and dissatisfied with his silence, Shen Jing stubbornly asked again, "Do you miss me or not?"

"And do you miss me?" Zhou Luchen always turned the question back to her.

She mumbled, "Just tell me."

The cigarette suddenly seemed less appealing. Zhou Luchen put down the pack and said, his tone neutral, "I gave you a chance."

"You wanted a power-for-sex deal with me! Pah!" Shen Jing grew more indignant as she spoke, her reddening eyes blurring. "So what if your family has guards? Is that such a big deal?"

Her muffled sobs came in waves.

After a long silence, Zhou Luchen chided, "Stop crying."

Though it was a rebuke, Zhou Luchen always managed to make it sound like he was coaxing her with sweet nothings. Her defenses crumbled. Jiaojiao possessively declared, "From now on, you’re not allowed to hug or cuddle any other little darlings!"

He scoffed, a cool glint in his eyes. "And who are you to me?"

Shen Jing whispered, "Your ex."

Zhou Luchen drawled lazily, "You’re meddling too much."

"Do you have some other darling in your arms right now?"

Intoxicated as she was, she was quite unreasonable, taking issue with everything.

After a long pause, Zhou Luchen pursed his lips. "No."

She huffed. "You’re lying!"

Zhou Luchen looked up, his gaze sweeping across the nearly 200-square-meter conference room.

It was completely empty.

"I’m not lying. I’m all alone here."

Hearing this, she felt a wave of loneliness too. Bitterness welled up in her heart, and she couldn’t help but choke back a sob.

Zhou Luchen knew this aggrieved act of hers well. "What are you crying about?"

"Coax me," Shen Jing said, her voice small.

He hesitated.

His patience wearing thin, Zhou Luchen asked softly, "Has your driver arrived yet?"

She shook her head.

Zhou Luchen couldn’t see her shake her head, but he figured if the driver had arrived, she wouldn’t sound so lost and lonely right now.

"I’ll have someone take you home. Don’t wander off."

Shen Jing, not entirely sober, insisted, "I want Uncle Liang."

"Be good now, okay?"

Zhou Luchen’s voice, low and magnetic, drifted through the receiver, dangerously soothing.

It was like an unrestrained, profound affection.

Instinctively, Shen Jing’s breath caught. Her expression softened instantly. "I won’t wander off."

For the remaining half minute, only the sound of the man’s breathing filled the line—each inhale and exhale a lingering caress by her ear, bewitching and forbidden, ensnaring her senses.

Once the call ended, Shen Jing’s memory was a complete blur. She had no recollection of it at all, as if it had been a drunken dream she couldn’t quite grasp.

Xie Qinyang had been perfectly aware of everything she was doing but hadn’t said a word. He simply watched her dazed chat with Zhou Luchen until a Hongqi car from the Zhou family arrived to pick Shen Jing up.

Only then did Xie Qinyang get into his own car.

After they’d driven a short distance, the driver said, "Young Master, you’re out with Miss Shen every day. The Master is going to have words with you again."

Xie Qinyang leaned back, hands clasped behind his head. "Let him. I’ll live how I please."