Chapter 2: Chapter 2 Miss Ye, Mr. Sheng Requests Your Presence
Outside the door, the sound of a key entering a lock resonated.
Ye Shu instinctively raised her defenses and lifted her gaze toward the doorway.
As soon as the stepmother, Wen ilan, entered, she pointed at Ye Shu’s nose and launched into a tirade, “Ye Shu, you good-for-nothing, do you think you haven’t caused enough harm to the Ye Family? You didn’t show up at last night’s engagent party, hiding here, what disgraceful thing were you doing? Do you know that because of your absence, the Gu Family replaced the bride on short notice? Who will bring money to the Ye Family now?”
A replacent bride on short notice? It must have been the woman who was with Gu Zuocheng last night, right?
Ye Shu scoffed coldly, “Wen ilan, I, Ye Shu, have never been a woman who would marry for money.”
She would only marry for love.
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Unfortunately, she was blind to have misjudged soone.
“You, you wretched good-for-nothing, are truly insane! Do you know that after your father died, our Ye Family…”
Wen ilan was cut off as she felt an oppressive shadow loom over her.
The surrounding air felt several degrees colder inexplicably.
When she looked up, she saw a nacing, muscular man with a dark face gazing down at her coldly.
Wen ilan imdiately froze, awkwardly stepping aside while she said to Ye Shu on the bed, “The Gu Family has sent soone to deal with you; you had better take responsibility for yourself and not drag the Ye Family down with you!”
The dark-faced man frowned and glanced at Wen ilan.
Terrified, Wen ilan shrank her neck and retreated, deliberately closing the door from the outside as she left.
Ye Shu’s face darkened, and without looking at the other person, she said coldly, “The Gu Family wouldn’t be so brazen as to play the victim first, would they?”
When it ca to betrayal, she owed Gu Zuocheng nothing.
As she spoke, Ye Shu deliberately lifted her hand, showing off the gold Piaget watch on her wrist.
The dark-faced man’s gaze trembled, and his expression showed a trace of surprise.
The next second, he bowed respectfully, “Miss Ye, Mr. Sheng requests your presence.”
Mr. Sheng?
Ye Shu’s mind went blank for an instant.
By the ti she had processed it, her complexion paled rapidly, and she hurriedly went to remove the watch from her wrist.
However, the dark-faced man had already left a bag behind and turned, exiting the room.
Ye Shu was sowhat stunned.
She glanced at the bag; it was a Prada shopping bag.
Opening it, she found a complete set of skirts, with everything from underskirts to outer garnts laid out before her.
They were all the latest Prada designs of the season, and the color, coincidentally, was her favorite shade of sky blue.
The corners of Ye Shu’s mouth twitched involuntarily.
She changed into the clothes and slipped on her rhinestone blue high heels; they complented her perfectly, enhancing her elegant charm.
Ye Shu gathered her wavy long hair to one side, touched up her makeup in the mirror, and walked out of the room.
The dark-faced man was still waiting, and upon catching sight of her, a special light shimred in the depths of his eyes—an admiration mixed with astonishnt.
When Ye Shu was brought before Sheng Shaochen, he was clearly becoming impatient.
Cigarette butts were scattered at his feet.
The sll of smoke was heavy around him, but it could not mask the unique scent of sandalwood on his body.
It was pleasant and carried a hint of distant mories, which unconsciously relaxed Ye Shu’s heart a bit.
Ye Shu took off the Piaget watch from her hand and handed it to him, “Mr. Sheng, you left this behind.”
Sheng Shaochen looked at her with a hint of surprise, his eyes briefly clouded with uncertainty.
Ye Shu, in her sky-blue dress, was youthfully radiant, evoking an indescribable sense of familiarity as if he had seen her sowhere before.
Sheng Shaochen reached out, took the watch, and casually put it on his wrist.
His actions were lazy yet naturally authoritative.
A carefree royal air of unspoken nobility seed to emanate from him.
Even Ye Shu, who was never infatuated, couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: Sheng Shaochen truly was the favored son of the creator, endowed with a stunning appearance that every man envied and resented.
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