Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Mr. Sheng’s Rank is Too High, Difficult to Deal With
Ye Shu gritted her teeth and inwardly cursed, “Damn, asking for it again!”
The Sheng Ancestor’s perverse preferences were truly hard to satisfy!
She pushed down the anger rising from the bottom of her heart, layer by layer, and lifted her delicate little face, smiling until her eyes almost squeezed into slits.
Nodding, nodding!
The little hand curled around his neck tightened a bit more, and her red lips came close, her pleasant voice sounding soft and muffled, “Is Mr. Sheng satisfied?”
“It’s slightly better.”
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Sheng Shaochen carried her directly into the private elevator and descended to the parking lot.
The moment the elevator doors opened, the stifling hot air of the parking lot rushed in.
Ye Shu suddenly snapped back to reality.
He brought her to the parking lot—was he planning to send her to find Zifeng?
Then, wasn’t her painstaking effort to please him a waste of expression?
Ye Shu looked up to confirm his expression, only to see him with a triumphant smile, hints of it leaking from the corners of his mouth.
Ye Shu frowned in annoyance and silently cursed: Sly devil!
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Yet, she managed to maintain her composure, drawing back her hand to fold across her chest, closing her eyes, refusing to look at him.
It was as if none of it had ever happened.
Sheng Shaochen’s smile deepened, “Isn’t Mrs. Sheng afraid I might change my mind?”
“…” Ye Shu’s brows twitched.
She thought she had become immune to all tribulations after enduring so many dark days.
In the face of anyone or anything, she could always assume a nonchalant demeanor.
Yet, when confronting someone as abnormally high-level as Sheng Shaochen, she increasingly realized that her cultivation was far from sufficient!
Ye Shu suppressed the panic rising in her heart, and her right index finger traced over Sheng Shaochen’s attractive lips, slowly outlining them.
Her fingertips were soft, his lips warm.
Rubbing them together easily ignited a chemical reaction.
Heat flowed incessantly from her fingertips, traveling through every nerve in her body.
It clarified her thoughts, little by little.
She roughly understood that Sheng Shaochen was deliberately toying with her emotions.
Perhaps seeing her anxious and frustrated satisfied some perverse need of his.
If he could release Ye Zifeng before deceiving her into the hot spring room, just to watch her exhaust all means to beg for his release,
Why couldn’t he deliberately create the false appearance of kidnapping Ye Zifeng, then detain her, taking pleasure in her desperate state?
Having grasped these points, Ye Shu gently slid her fingertips away from his lips, trailing down to his Adam’s apple.
She tapped it lightly, leaning in with an ambiguous air, her red lips playfully parting in front of his alluring mouth, “Mr. Sheng, is the cat-and-mouse game enjoyable?”
“I had thought Mrs. Sheng’s intelligence would drop in the face of kinship. It seems I’ve overestimated Mrs. Sheng.”
Overestimated?
Ye Shu’s complexion changed subtly—was Sheng Shaochen indirectly calling her cold and heartless?
Even with her kin in trouble, she could still ponder so calmly?
Her chest felt tight, as if blocked by stifled anger, unable to be released or suppressed!
How could he know that she was once such a simple girl? Yet, after too many ordeals, she was forced to grow up again and again, to learn to remain calm in the face of adversity, and even to resort to little tricks to protect herself and those she cared about.