CHAPTER 240: SHE’S JUST A SLAG GIRL (2)_1

「Two hours later.」

The man wrapped her shattered self in his pure black suit, her body still trembling incessantly. Helplessly, he pulled her into his embrace.

The chauffeur returned to drive, taking the road back to the Long Island estate. The car moved at an extremely slow pace, with no apparent rush to reach their destination.

Shen Jing struggled to breathe, hovering between consciousness and a daze. She looked up from Zhou Luchen’s embrace.

She observed him. He casually tapped a cigarette pack and took out a cigarette. How on earth did he manage to appear so devoid of desire, so calm and collected after what happened? He pinched the cigarette between two fingers without rushing to light it, exuding an air of leisurely nobility.

Shen Jing weakly stretched out her hand, snatching Zhou Luchen’s cigarette. She struck the flint wheel lighter and lit it. Taking a puff from the filter, she then removed it and placed it to his lips.

Zhou Luchen took the cigarette into his mouth with satisfaction. He drew in a breath and exhaled, the smell of smoke quickly dissipating.

His other hand steadied her waist while the pad of his thumb massaged the dimples above her sacrum, circling over and over again.

She leaned on Zhou Luchen to catch her breath, the nighttime scene tinted with intimate and affectionate hues.

The wind slipped through the half-open car window, tousling her long, sticky hair.

She looked up at him like a little kitten.

Zhou Luchen’s eyebrows knitted slightly. "Still hurting?"

"My legs are numb." Shen Jing collapsed against Zhou Luchen’s chest, even tilting slightly as if asking for a massage.

What a little handful, always pushing her luck, Zhou Luchen thought. He discarded the cigarette and moved his palm downward to knead her thigh.

"Must you always be so trying?"

She retorted irritably, "You seduced me."

Zhou Luchen narrowed his eyes. "You weren’t as bold just now, were you? Sweetly calling out Achen... Achen...."

Reminiscing about it made her cheeks instantly flush with heat, intensifying the redness that had not yet faded.

Patiently massaging her, he glanced at the harsh red marks on her thigh from where he had pinched her. Without a change in expression, Zhou Luchen shifted his gaze away. "Wait for the holidays; I’ll take you back home."

"I have nothing to do here," she answered obediently.

"You can look after the cat."

After a brief pause, Zhou Luchen’s voice turned hoarse as he added, "You can set the daily wage."

She raised her hand like a schoolgirl about to speak. "Young Master Zhou, I have conditions."

Her having conditions could hardly be a good thing, Zhou Luchen mused. He listened calmly for her to speak.

"No other man, except me, is allowed to touch Meimei," Shen Jing said.

Zhou Luchen smiled at her with narrowed eyes. "She’s even more resistant to being cared for by others than you are. I had to go through three nannies before finally getting her settled."

She playfully hid in his embrace with a grin. "She’s difficult to take care of, right? I wouldn’t even have the money to look after her. It must have been quite a task for you."

More than just difficult to care for, she even sheds, he thought.

「Not more than fifteen minutes later.」

The car entered the estate. Even at night, the surrounding crystal lamps shone brightly, casting a spectacular golden radiance over the palace, which was designed with a modern aesthetic.

Living like royalty, no wonder that cat adapted to the foreign environment so quickly, she thought.

She had no proper clothes to wear. As they entered the estate and ascended the stairs, Zhou Luchen carried her in his arms.

The cook preparing dinner merely saw the master of the house return with an Eastern beauty in his arms. Her face was unseen, and her beautiful hair cascaded down from his bent arm. Her bare feet, pure white and translucent, were without shoes.

Like a mermaid just fished out of the sea, the cook thought.

The driver reminded the servant, "Chinese cuisine: pickled vegetables, edamame, millet porridge. That’s all she eats. Just take it up."

She didn’t eat her dinner. Zhou Luchen carried her into the bathroom for a bath. In his arms, her eyelids grew heavy, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Helpless, Zhou Luchen patiently carried her back to bed and tucked her into the quilt.

The soft goose-down and silk blanket covered her completely naked body. She slept soundly, her hand tucked under her head like a pillow.

Zhou Luchen turned and left. As the bedroom door opened, the Ragdoll cat, Meimei, appeared as if from nowhere, sitting by the doorway and meowing plaintively.

Without even a glance at the cat, Zhou Luchen coldly went to the study to work.

Dejectedly, Meimei padded down the stairs on her four paws. The moment she reached the living room, she began to meow loudly and insistently.

「Midnight.」

Zhou Luchen was still in the study. Meimei, familiar with the route, climbed from who knows where onto the balcony and timidly made her way into the study.

Zhou Luchen put down his book. "No sense of boundaries."

Only after he spoke did Meimei dare to jump into the man’s arms, her paws landing on his thigh.

His eyes revealed a glint of cold light, and only then did the cat stop her coquettish behavior.

He placed Meimei on the desk.

The cat lay obediently at one side of the desk, quietly watching the man work.

He didn’t always stay at the manor, but whenever Zhou Luchen was in the study late at night, suffering from insomnia, Meimei would come, curl up, and watch him.

「Dawn.」

Shen Jing woke up in a strange bed, feeling weak and hungry.

As she went downstairs to find something to eat, she discovered that Zhou Luchen was already gone.

The driver told her, "The President is at work. Would you like to go over?"

"What could I do there?" She had no energy to go out and only wanted to eat something flavorful to replenish her strength. Holding a spoon, she scooped some honeydew melon jelly into her mouth. As she looked up, she saw Meimei lying at the top of the stairs, looking at her plaintively.

It seemed Meimei was afraid to come close to her.

It was remarkable; even amidst such opulence, Meimei hadn’t forgotten her,

Shen Jing mused.

Shen Jing decided against breakfast and opened her arms wide. "Meimei, come here..."

Meimei instantly got up and bounded over energetically.

She’s gained so much weight, and her fur is so soft and glossy. She must be incredibly well cared for, Shen Jing thought.

Meimei nuzzled into Shen Jing’s neck, licking her and letting out soft, tiny meows, being incredibly clingy.

Shen Jing held Meimei in her arms and went out for a stroll. "You’ve got it made, Meimei," she said aloud to the cat. "It’s like they say, ’when one person strikes it rich, all their connections benefit.’ The pay for looking after you for just one day must be enormous!"

During the day, she wandered around Long Island, near the seaside, where there was also a field of pink lavender—a top-notch landscape.

It was dark when she returned home with Meimei. She discovered an eagle in Zhou Luchen’s manor. It looked particularly fierce and imposing but was confined to a golden cage by the servants.

Shen Jing didn’t go to look. She didn’t dare, afraid the eagle might escape and scare her.

Bored, she went upstairs to look at the clothes sent over from the brand store. Each piece was as thin as a cicada’s wing—flesh-colored, soft pink, black. Wearing these to sleep would be hardly any different from wearing nothing at all, she thought.

Moreover, at Zhou Luchen’s age, his sophisticated tastes were at their peak, and it was also a time when a man’s hormones surged the most.

He had been a bit too intense the previous night, she recalled, and the memory made her cheeks flush.

The clock struck six, and she still had the patience to wait for Zhou Luchen to return to the manor for dinner.

He returned much later that day.

At 8 o’clock, the dinner dishes had been replaced for the third time when the white Bentley finally sped into the manor.

Light illuminated the grand, European-style entrance of the villa. Shen Jing, dressed in a pure white nightgown, leaned against the doorway, petting Meimei. Her expression was neutral as she watched him drive around to the front of the fountain. When the Bentley braked and the engine cut out, Shen Jing turned and carried Meimei inside.

Zhou Luchen casually tossed the car keys to the security guard and leisurely followed her upstairs.

Just as she was about to shut and lock the door, Zhou Luchen’s palm pressed against the door panel, effortlessly stopping it. A slight, knowing smile touched his lips.

"What’s the matter, Shen Jing? I just got home a bit late."

She no longer cared what time he came home. Shen Jing lifted her chin to look at him. "So, have you eaten dinner?"

He looked down, his arms encircling her as he picked her up, along with Meimei, and tossed them both onto the bed, impatiently pressing down on her.

His palms supported him on either side of her. The young nobleman looked down at her, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes like pools of starlight, shimmering with playful, tender affection.

Finally, the young nobleman was in a good enough mood to coax her. "Kisses first, then dinner."

Shen Jing knew Zhou Luchen all too well. One kiss, one embrace, and he’d easily become aroused. Once that happened, she’d lose control right along with him.