CHAPTER 348: WISHING THROUGH FLEETING YEARS (PART 9)

"From now on, your surname is Shen." Shen Shu forcefully interrupted Shen Zhaoli’s words, saying, "Your mother named you Ali, but from now on, you will be called Shen Zhaoli."

This was the first time Shen Zhaoli spoke with someone of Shen Shu’s status, and he easily lost the battle, even though the other party didn’t use any coercive methods against him.

Later, after finishing his studies and holding a breath of ambition, he established his own unicorn company in the Bay Area.

He was a rising star in business, possessing achievements that many could only dream of.

However, these accomplishments were insignificant in front of the complex and mysterious Shen Family.

He couldn’t prove himself, and even when his career was starting to take shape, Shen Shu had already died.

"Jiaojiao," Shen Zhaoli called her name in a tender tone, saying, "That’s why I really like you."

Wen Jiao was stunned, "How does that ’that’s why’ work?"

"You’re genuine, not fake at all," Shen Zhaoli smiled, looking earnestly at Wen Jiao, and said, "And, you’ve helped me."

"When did I help you?" Wen Jiao was even more perplexed.

People don’t remember every single moment in their lives, what they do remember vividly are those parts that hold extraordinary significance for them.

Shen Zhaoli watched her, those clueless eyes, and couldn’t help teasing her, a deep smile in his eyes, "Want to know? Kiss me."

Wen Jiao pushed Shen Zhaoli away, "Shameless! I don’t want to know! Forget it if you’re not telling!"

Shen Zhaoli didn’t want to not tell Wen Jiao, but what’s there to say about such past events.

He watched her walk away and hurried to catch up with her steps, "Are you mad?"

"I’m not mad!" Wen Jiao looked up at the dark sky, "There are a lot of mosquitoes, let’s go inside."

Shen Zhaoli agreed, grabbing hold of Wen Jiao’s hand, disregarding the surprise in her eyes.

"Shen Zhaoli."

"Hmm?"

"Have you been learning from Xiaoxiao recently?"

Shen Zhaoli paused in his steps but then asked calmly, "Why would you think that?"

"Because you are learning from Xiaoxiao!" Wen Jiao said, "You’re getting better at advance by retreating!"

"Oh, I see," Shen Zhaoli responded, his tone realizing.

Wen Jiao didn’t hear the answer she expected, growing more anxious, "What is that tone, tell me if my guess is right?"

"I am... extracting the essence," Shen Zhaoli said earnestly, "This cannot be considered learning."

So he really has been learning but refuses to admit it.

Wen Jiao resisted rolling her eyes, "Seems I hit the mark."

They had already reached the room door.

Shen Zhaoli took out the room card, didn’t open the door, but instead lowered his hand, watching Wen Jiao with a smirking yet non-smirking face.

Wen Jiao, who usually was quite slow to catch on, didn’t realize at first that he was watching her.

But Shen Zhaoli stared for too long, so Wen Jiao silently blinked and pointed at the door.

"Do you want me to open the door!" Shen Zhaoli said shamelessly.

Wen Jiao felt like kicking him.

She held back.

She smiled, very politely, "Please open the door!"

Shen Zhaoli said, "First answer me one question."

Wen Jiao asked what his question was.

"Don’t you like this version of me?" Shen Zhaoli asked seriously, "After I returned to the country, I discovered you really like Xiaoxiao, so I’ve been interacting with you in his way, don’t you like this?"

Wen Jiao was slightly shocked.

She hesitated for a long time before managing to say: "Are you trying to please me?"

"Did it work?"

Wen Jiao indicated that it hadn’t.

Shen Zhaoli then stopped asking.

He lowered his head and began to open the door.

Wen Jiao didn’t think too much, and as the sound of the door card being sensed, the door opened.

The two of them entered one after the other.

No lights were on in the room, Wen Jiao felt the lighting suddenly dim, she was still adjusting when Shen Zhaoli had already closed the door.

"Turn on the light, it’s a bit dark..."

Before Wen Jiao could finish speaking, she was pinned against the wall by Shen Zhaoli, his fingers gripping her shoulders, tightening slightly.

A gentle kiss landed.

He clearly gave her no chance to refuse.

Wen Jiao’s mind went blank, in the darkness, she saw Shen Zhaoli’s face close at hand.

His eyebrows and eyes were beautiful; immersed in the darkness, they were tinged with a thin layer of passion and desire.

Wen Jiao stared blankly at him, unable to react for a moment.

His body carried a light floral scent, somewhat cold, yet there was an imperceptible sweetness.

He was naturally a master at capturing women’s hearts.

Wen Jiao never doubted this.

Her thoughts were chaotic, only a last bit of rationality helped her not to be too embarrassed in front of him.

She didn’t know how long it had been, but finally the kiss ended.

Shen Zhaoli hadn’t let go of her, with one hand restraining her, the fingers of his other hand brushed over her lips as he spoke slowly and softly: "Does this count as pleasing you?"

Wen Jiao’s face, which was already warm, now blushed even more.

She was glad Shen Zhaoli hadn’t turned on the lights, but before she could feel relieved enough, the dim yellow light came on, neither too strong nor weak, just enough for Shen Zhaoli to clearly see all the expressions on her face.

The man’s fox-like eyes spread a smile, seeming like a spirit that had sucked enough vitality, he leisurely said: "Look, this time you are definitely pleased."

This time, Wen Jiao really wanted to kick him.

But Miss Wen, already honorably impaired, now had no strength at all, so she could only glare at him and said forcefully yet weakly: "You must have seen it wrong! I need to sit down."

Shen Zhaoli chuckled, he picked up Wen Jiao and placed her on the sofa next to him.

But after settling her down, Shen Zhaoli did not leave immediately.

He maintained his bent posture, silently scrutinizing her, his expression between his brows deep and quiet, only that unspeakable emotion remaining unfaded, which added a dangerous air.

Wen Jiao instinctively moved back, but unstable, ended up lying directly in front of the man.

Wen Jiao really felt that today could not get any worse.

So it turns out, when one embarrasses oneself, it really can get worse!

"Don’t look at me like that!" Wen Jiao lay awkwardly under Shen Zhaoli, she turned her face away, the blush on her face even more apparent.

Shen Zhaoli took it all in and realized he could be even more malicious. He smiled carelessly: "Jiaojiao, may I kiss you again?"

Wen Jiao, without the slightest hesitation, immediately refused, "No! Are you trying to just kiss me? You’re trying to..."

At this point, Wen Jiao silently shut her mouth.

But Shen Zhaoli was even more amused, he said: "Why not continue? I clearly wanted what? Jiaojiao, tell me clearly, if you don’t make it clear, how will I know?"

Wen Jiao was extremely embarrassed, finally managing to look at Shen Zhaoli, and after a long time, she squeezed out a sentence: "Shen Zhaoli, you’re becoming worse!"