A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 216: Don’t let the wild man hold you_1

After watching for a long while, he saw her in another man’s arms, shedding tears and seeking affection. Zhou Luchen switched the suit he was holding in his bent arm to the other hand and turned to leave.

He felt no emotion.

This time, Zhuang Ming felt an inexplicable heaviness in his heart. He pressed himself against the wall to make way, really wanting to ask, "Aren’t you going in?" but the words didn’t come out. Silently, he followed the second young master of his family as they left.

They probably shouldn’t disturb Miss Shen as she searched for new affections.

Similarly, she suddenly caught sight of Zhou Luchen’s retreating figure—so real, seeing Zhou Luchen while in another man’s arms. Even through her tears, she clearly recognized the figure turning away at the door. She was so familiar with his silhouette that she could picture his appearance from it alone. The suit on his bent arm—rigid, stern, distant—hadn’t left him. The aloof Zhou Luchen. A man like him, even to this day, remained unmoved by the sight of others’ tears.

Subconsciously, she released herself from Sun Qiyan’s embrace.

"Thank you."

"It’s nothing. Cry if you want to," he said.

Lin Yankui was her grandmother’s name. At the burial, it was Shen Jing who personally engraved the epitaph and painted its characters.

Members of the Shen Family came that day. The eldest sister and her husband came, along with their baby who was still nursing. Grandpa also came. Having not flown for several years, he stubbornly insisted that he wanted to see the glitzy Shanghai. Despite his age, he insisted on making the trip.

In the past, after they became in-laws, Grandpa regretted letting his pride in their aristocratic family status prevent him from personally visiting his in-laws in Shanghai. The children had simply married; as long as they were happy, that was fine. He had only spoken with Lin Yankui over the phone when arranging the betrothal gifts. Since his own son had passed away so early, he had never contacted the in-laws again. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

They bought the most expensive burial plot. Grandma had liked tasting tea, collecting fine porcelain dishes, and fresh flowers; she was a woman who appreciated delicacy, so they chose a spot with the best greenery, where flowers would blossom in all four seasons. A single-chamber plot with a flower garden; it had to be a comfortable final resting place for her in this land.

At first, the cemetery broker stated that others were vying for single graves with better offers. "Sorry, I know you’re in a hurry, but this is the only one of its kind in the park, with excellent Feng Shui. There’s shade from a tree above, and the Yvel River winds in front. Unfortunately, we haven’t confirmed the plot ownership yet. Would you consider the nearby double or joint burial sites?"

Shen Jing was rather firm. "I want the single one, no matter the cost."

The broker could tell she was a local with money. "Sure, but this one doesn’t have a nearby tree. You’ll complain if the sun is too hot or when it rains. Miss, the deceased has already departed."

It’s not like the deceased will know if it’s hot or rainy. This young lady is so fixated!

Shen Jing didn’t want a bare plot; Grandma had always feared the sun, so it had to be under a tree. Yet, the broker initially said he couldn’t accommodate her.

Somehow, an hour later, the same broker sold it to her, his tone now very polite. "You still want it, right? We’ve prepared the plot ownership documents for you. The farewell ceremony is at six tomorrow morning, correct? Please accept my condolences."

「The funeral was simple.」

The Shen Family, the Sun Family, and three people surnamed Xie attended.

Xie Qinyang was devastated. He cursed under his breath, upset that Shen Jing hadn’t brought him to Shanghai to meet the old lady. What kind of friend was she, to act so disloyally? Yankui, Yankui, such an elegant and profound name from an older generation. It sounds like a cultured person, undoubtedly a kindhearted old lady.

She saw Feng Jian again a week after her grandmother’s passing. Shen Jing was lingering in the alleyway house, tidying up. The house hadn’t been sold; everything remained as it was when her grandmother was alive. She kept it all.

Feng Jian handed her a property deed. "I... I was too much of a scoundrel before, stealing your grandma’s house to sell it. Now... I’ve gotten that house back. It was your grandma’s property, and I’m returning it to you."

Shen Jing accepted it without uttering a single word to Feng Jian. Even as Feng Jian continued to talk incessantly, she treated him like a stranger, ignoring him. Her grandmother had detested Feng Jian, and so did she. She would detest him for life.

Sun Qiyan appeared around the corner of the alley. He met her, took her hand, and they walked away, leaving Feng Jian standing there alone. From beginning to end, no one spared Feng Jian so much as a glance.

"I’m going to Yvel Road; a regular customer placed a personal order. Want to come with me? It’s on the way, and I can take you to Yvel Road for some sweet soup," he offered.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been to the sweet soup shop on Yvel Road. Shen Jing proactively took the wooden food container from Sun Qiyan’s hand and followed him without a word.

He looked down and chuckled. Why isn’t she saying anything?

Yvel Road was narrow. Thinking this, Sun Qiyan borrowed a small electric scooter from a shop employee. "Here," he said, "let’s ride this. It’ll be more convenient." They all lived in the Hanny district, so Hanny Road to Yvel Road wasn’t actually that far.

Sun Qiyan put a safety helmet on her, fastened the straps, and slipped a handful of candies into her pocket. "Have some candy if you get bored on the way."

Shen Jing gave a soft "Mmm."

She’s so obedient.

These past few days, not wanting to talk, she seemed even more docile.

So docile that he wanted to buy her lots of treats.

She sat sideways on the back of the small electric scooter, a Yadea, the kind his restaurant staff used for their daily commute. Concerned that he might jolt her on the back seat, Sun Qiyan drove slowly.