CHAPTER 295: CHAPTER 92: SKY-HIGH PUBLICITY

Chang Chi felt her ears burning up; the only man she had ever been in contact with was Hang Yishao. She had only ever kissed Hang Yishao, and had never been this close to him before.

The hot breath the man exhaled near her ear ignited the alcohol in her system, as if her body was filled with gasoline, explosively igniting in her mind with a boom.

"Mr. Shang," Chang Chi muttered, her hands still in the position of having pushed someone away. Through the touch of her hands, she could feel Shang Yin’s heartbeat and the oppressive heat emanating from his body.

"I see you’re not in a good mood tonight, perhaps we could talk," Shang Yin glanced behind him, the dancing crowd, where the figures of Fei Qing and Yan Wuxu were no longer visible. He was the behind-the-scenes owner of this PUB, and tonight he had just happened to invite Fei Qing over, not expecting to encounter Chang Chi.

At this moment, Fei Qing’s affairs couldn’t be discovered by anyone from the Su Family, especially not by the woman beneath him who was not fully conscious and prone to causing trouble at any moment.

In the luxurious suite, amid the dim lights, the sounds of men and women in intercourse, and the bustling noise outside were completely cut off.

Shang Yin rolled off of Chang Chi’s body, while Chang Chi was curled up, looking at the dark red sheets with a spot of fresh red on them. Against the dark red backdrop, the fresh red spot seemed sullied. She wrapped herself tightly in the sheets, ignoring the pain in her body, and began to sob.

How could she have been so muddleheaded, allowing Shang Yin to pour her a few drinks, after which she completely lost control?

"What’s there to cry about? Name your price," Shang Yin lit a cigarette, not expecting that Chang Chi was still a virgin. He had seen her getting close to Hang Yishao before. Hang Yishao was famously a playboy; who knew Chang Chi was still untouched.

Shang Yin was accustomed to playing around; he preferred women who could play along rather than the likes of Chang Chi.

"You bastard?" Enraged by what was almost an insult, Chang Chi sat up angrily, "What do you take me for?" Shang Yin must have thought she was just a woman to mess around with. After all, Chang Chi was the goddaughter of Su Qingzhang.

"Nothing but a crazy woman abandoned by a man. I pay money, you do the service, we’re square," Shang Yin had learned about all the grievances Chang Chi suffered including being discarded by Hang Yishao and those sickening matters of the Su Family, as she gradually spilled the beans while drinking. Women are women; in such moments, rather than thinking of a way out, they only know how to cry and make a scene, they deserve to be stepped on for life. Shang Yin finished his cigarette, put his pants on; by now, Fei Qing should be almost ready to leave. As the owner of this PUB, he was almost turning into a pimp, not only having to entertain friends but also deal with women who came to drown their sorrows in alcohol.

"You..." Chang Chi looked at Shang Yin’s bare back, still bearing several marks from their passionate encounter, and suddenly softened her voice, "Brother Shang, don’t you understand how to pity and cherish jade? Right now, I’m truly heartbroken."

The duvet that Chang Chi had been holding tightly in front of her loosened again, that body, which even in the dim light shone with a white glow, quickly approached again, rubbing against Shang Yin’s back.

Shang Yin thought back to Chang Chi’s flavor earlier and slowed down his movements; he never refused what was offered to him, especially now, with another "miss" from the Su Family presenting herself.

Outside, the music of the bar continued to play, and the men and women, drunk or not, took advantage of the night and their intoxication to engage in sleazy deeds, among them some were lovers, others just had a fleeting encounter. After the drinks wear off this night, tomorrow they won’t recognize each other.

This is the delusion that alcohol induces; people try to numb themselves with alcohol, not realizing that it’s the most unreliable thing in the world. Drunkenness only leads to repeated, never successful, attempts at self-destruction.

When Su Qingzhang saw Chang Chi the next day, her complexion looked somewhat tired, but she no longer had the unruly demeanor of last night, sitting quietly at the breakfast table, eating her breakfast.

"Is the lady unwell again?" Su Qingzhang looked at Yan Wuxu’s empty seat and thought she was feeling unwell again, so she didn’t come down for breakfast.

"Last night, the lady said her younger brother from her mother’s side was suddenly ill, so she went back home," spoke a servant attending to them. Yan Wuxu had left at around nine o’clock last night, by which time Su Qingzhang had already gone to bed, so he didn’t know.

Lately, Yan Wuxu had been going back home quite frequently. Chang Chi, who was listening on the side, inquired a few more times and found out that Yan Wuxu had indeed only stayed at home for a few nights since New Year’s.