Zhou Luchen casually asked, "Not going to call by my na?"
At ho, the elders all called him Achen. To show respect for his status, they would also call him ’Second Young Master’ or ’Mr. Zhou’.
Shen Jing quietly lowered her eyes. "I don’t."
He maintained the sa posture, holding the umbrella.
"Call that. Let hear it."
Zhou Luchen must have forgotten she had called him that before.
Shen Jing stopped, finally looking up, her gaze gently eting his. "Achen."
Her voice was soft and gentle; whether it was intentional seduction or her true nature no longer mattered.
Under the umbrella, Zhou Luchen suddenly chuckled. The hand holding the umbrella drew her into his embrace as he reached out to smooth her hair back over her shoulder with a touch of casual scorn. "Calling my na with such a delicate voice... what kind of man, one overflowing with indulgence, will it take to spoil and cherish you for a lifeti, hmm?"
Who could have imagined that, in the future, such teasing words would drive him to mad jealousy over others?
How indifferent Zhou Luchen was back then. So indifferent that he only thought that with her by his side, so obedient, he had never considered the future.
Why would he lack her sincerity? So many others out there were willing to offer him theirs.
Shen Jing’s eyes twinkled. "My father, of course."
Zhou Luchen switched the umbrella to his other hand and continued walking without debating the point.
"Stop trading futures with Chen Yao. I’ll teach you."
"He seems to have more free ti." The weather was cold; she sniffled, her voice slightly nasal.
How could Chen Yao not be free? Because he was disobedient, the Chen Family had never entrusted him with real power.
Just an unruly sort, trying to grab at everything.
Shen Jing added, "You’re such a busy man; you even have to squeeze in ti to have dinner with ."
She’s complaining that I’m too busy.
"Don’t be ungrateful, Shen Jing."
Zhou Luchen glanced lazily at Shen Jing, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "You deliberately made co pick you up. Don’t I have work to do?"
She muttered, "I was afraid Miss Wei would bully , so I wanted you to back up. Just last night, I was still your treasure."
Zhou Luchen replied, "She won’t bully you."
Oh, really?
The road was indeed very long.
Shen Jing was the type to give up halfway. Unwilling to walk any further, she got into the car to warm up by the heater.
She also wanted to buy roses: so for vases at ho, so for the bathtub.
They went to a flower shop in a bustling market district.
Zhou Luchen leaned against the checkout counter, his only action to scan the QR code and pay.
The driver carried load after load of flowers.
Until the trunk could hold no more.
The young won working at the shop couldn’t help but comnt, "Your boyfriend really spoils you! He’s even celebrating Valentine’s Day early."
Valentine’s Day? It’s almost Valentine’s Day; I’d nearly forgotten.
Shen Jing glanced sideways at the man still paying. "Zhou..." She stopped herself. "Let’s go back."
His gaze slowly swept towards her. Noticing the white roses she clutched, he raised an eyebrow. "Enough?"
The driver beside him tactfully interjected, "Sir, the trunk is completely full."
It wasn’t really enough, but she wasn’t one for extravagance.
Happily clutching her flowers, she left the shop, ready to go ho.
The white-gloved driver respectfully opened the car door. After she settled in, he took the bouquet of white roses from her and placed it on the passenger seat.
If there had been more space, she would have bought even more.
After the car departed, several employees from the flower shop couldn’t resist peeking out.
"Oh my god, that gentleman was so handso! Truly easy on the eyes, with an incredible figure and such an unapproachable aura. At first, I thought he was so big celebrity, but I’ve never actually seen his face online."
"He paid without batting an eye and nearly bought out the entire store."
"He’s clearly wealthy. That was a Maybach, and it even had sequential license plate numbers."
"I’ve worked here for years, and he’s the most commanding ’overbearing CEO’ type I’ve ever seen."
"That gentleman’s surna is Zhou. The young lady from earlier almost said his full na... Zhou... Zhou who? Which conglorate’s CEO is surnad Zhou?"
「That night.」
After her shower, Shen Jing sat on the living room carpet to arrange the flowers.
The little kitten lay curled up beside her on the carpet, dozing peacefully and keeping her company.
She softly asked the kitten, "Do you know what a ’White Moonlight’ is?"
"’White Moonlight’ isn’t necessarily the first love, but the one cherished most deeply in one’s heart."
"That’s what the florist told ."
She shared this with the kitten, as if confiding a secret.
When Zhou Luchen erged from the study, he saw her sitting cross-legged on the carpet, arranging white roses and muttering to herself. He rarely paid any mind to her soliloquies.
This ti, however, he understood what she was saying.
She looked up casually, her softly curled long hair scattered loosely. A single white rose was held delicately between her teeth at the corner of her lips. As her eyes t his, they curved into a charming, provocative smile.
White roses against red lips could indeed be so decadently alluring. She was like a little vixen, born to be captivating and passionate.
Zhou Luchen leaned against the doorfra, his thin lips quirking into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
With that bewitchingly tender gaze, there was no denying she was trying to seduce him.
After a mont, Zhou Luchen walked over and sat on the sofa beside her, extending a hand.
Shen Jing picked up a bouquet of white roses from the carpet and placed it in Zhou Luchen’s hand. "Here, you help ."
Towering over her by at least half a head, he glanced down at the white roses and humd in acknowledgnt.
Shen Jing rested her head on Zhou Luchen’s lap, gazing up as he thodically arranged the white roses. Dewdrops from the white blossoms and green leaves glistened on his fingertips, making his hands appear exceptionally pristine and elegant.
The antique vase from the auction house, paired with roses costing only a few hundred yuan, seed a rather humble match.
Shen Jing’s fingers toyed with the belt of his bathrobe as she craned her neck, her gaze fixed on him.
She had personally chosen the white robe he was wearing, along with many other items he used around the house.
Zhou Luchen looked down at her red lips, a deep, inscrutable look in his eyes. His hand moved slowly upwards, his palm cupping her chin. With his other hand, he gracefully removed the white rose from between her lips and uttered a single, elegant word, "Shaless."
She complained, "That hurts."
He pinched her chin, not too gently, not too hard, his warm fingertips rubbing her jaw. "So delicate now, are we? Does everything hurt when I touch it?"
"Go on, use more force then," Shen Jing huffed through her nose. "I can be fierce too, you know."
Zhou Luchen chuckled. "And what are you going to do?"
Shen Jing gritted her teeth. "Just you wait. One of these days, when you’re asleep, I’ll sneak a few bites out of you and then slap you a couple of tis!"
It was re bluster.
She was like a tiger cub, still slling of milk and without fully grown teeth, facing a powerful lion. She extended her soft, fluffy little paws, incapable of inflicting any harm. The lion needed only to gently extend a forepaw to instantly pin and subdue her.
Zhou Luchen suppressed a smile. "I’ll be waiting."
From that day forward, fresh white roses were delivered daily by a florist to Penthouse 9099 in Yunding’s Building C.
Regardless of whether she returned to Yunding, or whether he stayed the night, the white roses were always there, delivered fresh each day.
During those intoxicating nights,
he particularly cherished the small red mole on her lower back, always drawn to kiss it,
to hold it gently between his teeth.
It made Shen Jing feel that he was very much like a ravenous wolf, starved for flesh.
How could such a wolf not be voracious?
Perhaps his possessiveness over that small red mole grew increasingly fervent. If anyone else were to glimpse its beauty, he would feel an overwhelming need to reclaim it, to mark it as his own once more.
Each ti she awoke, Zhou Luchen would already be gone from her side. The lingering warmth in the sheets held only the dark, woody scent of his agarwood-infused body wash and the telltale, intimate traces of their night together.
Shen Jing examined the red mole on her lower back with a small mirror and almost burst into tears.
He’d bruised it again!
This also made her frequently late for work. For several days afterward, she deliberately avoided him, giving him the cold shoulder and making no effort to contact him.
She was secretly nursing her grievances.
Shen Jing, after all, was soone who could turn cold in an instant if she felt wronged.
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