TIL - 18

Coming out of the Aman Summer Palace, Tang Jun’en looked at the little bunny behind Shen Cheng and asked him, “What’s up? Want to grab a drink? Or do you have something to take care of first?”

Just then, the driver pulled up.

Shen Cheng said, “Goodbye.”

Tang Jun’en smiled, “You dog.”

Shen Cheng opened the car door and got in first.

Wen Huo didn’t move, just stood there. Her low-cut top, pulled up by Shen Cheng, was almost covering her collarbones.

Shen Cheng held the car door open: “What are you waiting for?”

Wen Huo was still thinking about what had just happened. Shen Cheng was indeed the formidable character she thought he was; he even knew she was at the Aman Summer Palace. That’s why he allowed her to attend this salon.

A few days ago, she had reached a new agreement with Han Bailu. This time, seducing Shen Cheng became the secondary objective, while finding a way to get Shen Cheng’s money for Han Bailu became the primary one. In return, Han Bailu would give her twelve percent of what she received.

So she changed her strategy, deciding to give Shen Cheng more sweetness, indulging his desires, making him comfortable, so he couldn’t get enough of her.

That’s why she deliberately hid his tie, just to use it as an excuse to meet him.

Who knew Shen Cheng was more cunning than her? He used her to solve his problems and also made it impossible for her to cause trouble—he got her into Guotong.

Guotong Industry was a leading industrial group in China, with a complete and mature industrial chain from R&D to production, sales, and service. Its products and asset operations included, but were not limited to, light and heavy industry, oil and mineral development, and high-tech defense.

Wen Huo could certainly get in, but if she relied solely on herself, she would be doing odd jobs for a long time, with almost no learning opportunities.

She didn’t believe Shen Cheng was genuinely interested in her. Instead, she suspected he had other schemes. Did he know about her collaboration with Han Bailu?

Impossible.

She and Han Bailu didn’t meet, didn’t even save each other’s phone numbers. They barely contacted each other during their collaboration, and their lives were completely separate...

Shen Cheng lost his patience: “Get in the car.”

Wen Huo didn’t move: “Why did you help me get into Guotong Industry? Do you want me to steal information for you?”

Shen Cheng looked at her: “What information could you steal for me?”

Wen Huo didn’t know: “Then why?”

“Aren’t you blaming me for messing up your chance to go to Cambridge?”

So that was it? Wen Huo had thought of many things, but never that Shen Cheng might be trying to make amends... If that were the case, then his behavior was understandable. Still, she didn’t get in: “Are you admitting that you were behind me not being able to go to Cambridge?”

Shen Cheng saw she insisted on him taking the blame, so he did: “Yes, it was me.”

Wen Huo squinted: “Bastard!”

“Do you dare say that louder?”

Wen Huo said very loudly: “I don’t dare!”

Shen Cheng watched her from the car. She was beautiful, her beauty the pure kind, but looking into her eyes for too long, one could still imagine how sexy she was when provocatively dressed.

In other words, she was a woman who could offer endless room for imagination.

He got out of the car, went over, took her hand, and walked towards the car door: “If you had gone to Cambridge, what would I do? Tease me and then run away? There’s no way I’d let you go.”

Wen Huo was dragged along unwillingly: “Professor Shen, you speak so affectionately, but you’re already married, you have a wife.”

“You knew I was married and you still seduced me.”

“Then you could’ve refused. Every man faces such temptation. Why did others resist? Or is it that you’re just not capable, Professor Shen?”

“If I wasn’t capable, you wouldn’t scream so loudly every time.”

“I was doing that to save your face.”

“Is that so?”

“You’re a person of stature, after all. It would be too embarrassing if you couldn’t make a woman climax. For your sake, even if I felt nothing, I insisted on reacting.”

Shen Cheng stopped.

Wen Huo was still unaware of the danger: “Why isn’t Professor Shen moving anymore? Is he getting too old to walk?”

Shen Cheng turned around and asked her seriously: “Do you not want to get out of bed anymore?”

Couldn’t Wen Huo have a little temper? Why could he just mess things up whenever he wanted? She agreed to seduce him for money, but she didn’t say she’d also suffer a loss. That was Cambridge! Her loss was too great; Guotong Industry wasn’t enough to compensate!

She mumbled softly: “Anyway, if you make me go with you, you probably don’t intend for me to get out of bed, whether I insult you or not. So why shouldn’t I enjoy myself by speaking my mind? It feels good.”

Shen Cheng took a deep breath: “Do you really think I can’t hear you?”

Wen Huo showed a puzzled expression: “Isn’t that right? My dad says that after a man turns thirty, all his bodily functions decline. You’re thirty-two this year, so it’s normal for your hearing to be bad.”

Shen Cheng’s face was tinged with faint anger: “Wen Huo!”

Wen Huo was delighted to see him angry: “I’m here! What do you want, Professor Shen?”

Shen Cheng released her hand and got into the car himself.

The car drove away. Wen Huo shuffled to the side, squatted down, cupped her chin with her hand, and lightly tapped her face, counting silently to herself.

When she reached two hundred, she took out her phone and sent Shen Cheng a WeChat message.

“Professor Shen, I was wrong.”

Shen Cheng’s car had only driven out of the parking lot and stopped by the side of the road. He calmly looked at Wen Huo’s message, not replying.

Wen Huo didn’t wait for his reply, but she knew he must have seen it. She sent another message: “The first time I saw you, I thought you were very handsome. The second time I saw you, I wanted to sleep with you. You’re not old at all, and you always make me climax.”

Shen Cheng knew she was lying, but he had to admit that lies often made one feel good.

Wen Huo sent two messages in a row, and Shen Cheng didn’t reply. She knew he wouldn’t reply, so she continued: “Professor Shen, I want to not be able to get out of bed.”

Shen Cheng saw this message, and his brows relaxed slightly—just very slightly, so subtly he felt no one could notice. The driver indeed didn’t notice, but he felt the atmosphere relax, which meant Shen Cheng was very relaxed at that moment.

“Come back.”

“Okay.”

Shen Cheng’s car drove back and stopped in front of Wen Huo. He rolled down the window and looked at her.

Wen Huo was still squatting on the ground, looking at him too.

“Still not getting in? What are you waiting for?”

Wen Huo said, “My legs are numb.”

A fleeting look of helplessness crossed Shen Cheng’s face. He got out of the car again and carried Wen Huo into the car.

Wen Huo didn’t forget to praise him: “Wow, Professor Shen, you’re amazing! Still strong in old age. You picked up an adult like me so easily.”

Shen Cheng tossed her into the back seat, then leaned over her across the center console, pinching her face, distorting her chin: “Keep acting up, and I’ll make you cry later.”

Wen Huo could be both defiant and yielding: “How about we just do it quickly this once? Don’t make me unable to get out of bed. I have your public lecture tomorrow.”

“Are you very eager to attend my lecture?”

Wen Huo wasn’t very eager: “Mmm, extremely eager.”

“Then I’ll give you private tutoring. What can you do in exchange?”

Wen Huo snorted inwardly: What a cunning man. She said aloud: “Then what do you want from me?”

Shen Cheng’s eyes were clouded with a fiery intensity, Wen Huo’s fire.

He wanted Wen Huo to beg for mercy beneath him, to say she wanted more, to say it wasn’t enough.