TIL - 7

Shen Cheng had been in Canada for two months prior. The meeting in Guomao two days ago was their only encounter in those two months. To be honest, it was a little awkward.

They hadn’t been in contact during that period, maintaining a tacit understanding of “if you don’t look for me, I won’t look for you either.”

Originally, Wen Huo was more proactive in her interactions with Shen Cheng, as she sought something from him, while he did not.

During the days Shen Cheng was away, Wen Huo discovered she could sleep, and although the quality of her sleep couldn’t compare to a normal person’s, it was quite significant compared to her previous state. Therefore, her attitude towards Shen Cheng had cooled.

Additionally, two months ago, an unpleasant incident occurred, which directly led to Wen Huo’s formal and distant attitude when she next saw Shen Cheng.

Even though Wen Huo no longer needed Shen Cheng, she was willing to reciprocate and continue sleeping with him, occasionally showing him admiration. In other words, as long as Shen Cheng maintained a non-interfering stance, Wen Huo could pretend that incident hadn’t happened and treat him politely for a while, as a proper ending to their relationship, even if it was hidden.

But clearly, Shen Cheng was angry today and insisted on interfering with her.

The words “You wouldn’t dare” completely ignited her fury: “Then I’ll let Professor Shen see if I dare or not.”

Shen Cheng reminded her: “Yang Yinlou is forty years old.”

Wen Huo said calmly: “Professor Shen, you’re also over thirty. Professor Yang is much older than me, and you’re not that much younger than him? Who isn’t an old ox eating tender grass? Don’t criticize the pot for being blacker than the kettle.”

Shen Cheng frowned, rolling over to press her down: “You’re in my car right now. You’re throwing a tantrum at me?”

Wen Huo looked up at him: “I used to talk to you like this too.”

Shen Cheng looked into her drunken eyes.

Wen Huo, beneath him, gently adjusted his tie. Her movements were tender, but her words grew harsher with each sentence: “Other mistresses at least get money. I only get tied to a hammock and roughly handled by you. I’m sick of your games, disgusted by the hour-long enema before sex. I don’t find those rabbit or fox-shaped anal plugs cute, and I hate wearing crotchless pants and transparent raincoats. Ball gags and nipple clamps, I don’t want to use any of them!”

Shen Cheng slowly released her.

Wen Huo expressionlessly straightened her clothes again: “So what if I seduced you? So what if I got into your bed? I regret it, I want to cut my losses now, can’t I?”

Her fox’s tail, hidden for only a few days, was revealed again. This was the real Wen Huo, soft on the outside but sharp on the inside.

Shen Cheng pulled her back into the passenger seat, looking straight ahead: “Are you expressing your dissatisfaction with me by pretending to be a little lamb for these past two months?”

“You’re overthinking it. I just felt that being too proactive before wasn’t good. I should respectfully call you Professor Shen. ‘Professor Shen, I’m sorry.’ ‘Professor Shen, is this okay?’ Wouldn’t speaking like that be so well-behaved, so nice?” Wen Huo said.

That incident still had some impact on Wen Huo; Shen Cheng could tell: “That opportunity wasn’t yours to begin with. I didn’t do anything.”

Wen Huo didn’t want to hear him talk about it: “I don’t care.”

Shen Cheng said calmly: “Lying.”

A while ago, Wen Huo had an opportunity to study at Cambridge. She had already contacted the supervisor, and the supervisor was willing to accept her, but Shen Cheng messed it up for her. Afterwards, he said a lot of high-sounding words, just like that last sentence, claiming that opportunity didn’t originally belong to her.

Shen Cheng continued: “When you mentioned other mistresses at least getting money, you were accusing me of not giving you anything. And you lack nothing; the only thing you wanted but didn’t get was that opportunity for further study.”

Wen Huo was mostly sober now, but she no longer wanted to pretend to be a little lamb. Things had been said to this extent; treating him politely was impossible.

Shen Cheng’s words were very direct: “Then it wasn’t yours to begin with. Can you force it?”

Wen Huo looked over: “Don’t say I fought for it for so long, the supervisor had already agreed, there shouldn’t have been any changes. Even if it wasn’t my opportunity, you’re Shen Cheng. You could have reversed it with just a flick of your finger.”

“Did you ever ask me for it?”

“Yes, I never asked you for anything. I’ve never made any demands of you. After we got together, I didn’t even ask you for help with my problems anymore. When you occasionally helped me clarify my thoughts, I had to act like I was overflowing with gratitude.”

“Speak properly.”

“You’re the one who should speak properly. Why are you looking for trouble? I shouldn’t have been affected by Qiu Mingyun’s emotions and sent you a cryptic WeChat message. Then you wouldn’t be here lecturing me.”

“You seduced me just so I would give you some convenience.”

“Otherwise? Do you think I’m attracted to you?”

Wen Huo’s secondary insomnia was real, and her interest in Shen Cheng’s influence in the physics world was also real.

Shen Cheng helped her sleep, which was why she was willing to become his mistress. Shen Cheng provided her with certain conveniences, allowing her discoveries to be known by more people, which was why she actively cooperated with his games in bed.

In a world driven by self-interest, Wen Huo certainly wouldn’t become a married man’s mistress for no reason.

When she discovered that the benefits of being Shen Cheng’s mistress were not as great as she had imagined, she would become perfunctory. This perfunctoriness displeased Shen Cheng, and then Shen Cheng would tell her to get lost.

Shen Cheng nodded, as if he had known all along: “Now you’ve realized I can’t help you, so you’ve started to humor me with your little lamb act, and then secretly go seduce other professors.”

Wen Huo said such things without needing to think: “There’s no difference between having sex with you and having sex with them. Whoever helps me more, I’ll...”

Shen Cheng didn’t let her finish, pressing her down and kissing her, his hand reaching into her underwear and touching her pubic hair.

Wen Huo clamped his hand, not letting him go further, then pushed him hard: “Let go of me!”

Shen Cheng didn’t let go.

Wen Huo pushed him away with force, quickly got out of the car, and through the car window, said: “Professor Shen, we’re done.”

Shen Cheng stared at her: “Get in the car.”

Wen Huo deliberately walked back a few steps: “Being your mistress doesn’t benefit me at all. I’m going to be someone else’s.”

Shen Cheng’s voice deepened: “I’ll say it again, get in the car!”

Wen Huo refused to get in: “Professor Shen, go home and be with your wife. You have a wife and you’re still out doing this. Are you being fair to your wife? My conscience has awakened, I’ve had a sudden realization, so let’s just break up right here and now.”

When Shen Cheng got out of the car, Wen Huo had already run far away. He calmly called his secretary: “How many properties did I give Wen Huo? How many cars, and what percentage of the firm’s shares?”

The secretary was stunned, then reported: “Two properties in Guomao, two in Shanghai Jing’an, and a garden villa in Hangzhou. As for cars, besides the P1 and Wraith, there’s also a LaFerrari. Oh, and two storefronts in Guangzhou. As for shares, which firm’s shares are you referring to, sir?”

“Never mind. Take back everything I gave her.”

The secretary dared not ask what had happened: “Understood.”