CHAPTER 239: SHE’S JUST A SLAG GIRL (1)_1

Zhou Luchen didn’t elaborate. It wasn’t something she needed to know, lest it cause her undue worry.

"The situation over there is quite complicated, and it’s not directed at me. My nationality isn’t here, so what’s there to panic about? They wouldn’t dare be so audacious."

Shen Jing gave a vague nod of understanding.

Rubbing her head, Zhou Luchen suddenly frowned. "If I couldn’t call back in time, would you really go to Chicago? If something happened to you, how would I explain it to your grandfather and older sister?"

Shen Jing responded with a smile, "Heh, the rain is heavy over there. I might just regret it halfway and return to the airport. I wouldn’t take a risk for you."

Zhou Luchen pinched her cheek, scoffing twice at her stubbornness.

Without warning, his phone on the armrest rang. It was an incoming call, an English name.

Whose close female friend could this be? Seeing the name "Joanna," Shen Jing’s gaze shifted to the window. "Stop the car."

She remembered she still had a ticket for today.Who would want to meet Miss Joanna at his luxurious estate?

She had seen the New York media reports. While they were likely prone to sensationalism, there was no smoke without fire, a principle that applied perfectly to Zhou Luchen.

Zhou Luchen swiped the call away. When he looked back at her, she was again displaying that ’don’t mess with me’ petulance.

One phone call had managed to anger her again. She really did get angry easily.

"Stop the car? Where are you going?"

She stated, "We’ve talked long enough. I need to return to my country to work and earn a living."

She spoke with grave seriousness.

The car had already bypassed the city center and was on a quieter road heading towards the Long Island estate.

Unhurried, Zhou Luchen raised his hand and knocked on the partition. The driver smoothly stopped the car.

Shen Jing put down her cookies and grabbed her bag. She swiftly rose from Zhou Luchen’s lap, pressed the button to open the door, and even gave the car door a kick as she stepped out, her attitude decidedly sulky.

Zhou Luchen watched with amusement as she got out and started walking back. "She’s not my girlfriend," he stated.

Was that supposed to be an explanation? For now, she’d trust him just a little. But she was being rather difficult.

"Whether she is or not, I don’t get involved with other people’s men."

She wasn’t easy to placate.

Zhou Luchen unfolded his long legs and stepped out of the car. He caught her arm, pulled her back, and snatched the bag from her hand, tossing it to the driver.

Shen Jing shook his hand off. "You can have it all. I don’t want it."

The driver caught the bag and had already turned to leave.

The drivers in the following cars silently turned around and departed. The Chairman’s gaze was too sharp; they understood the situation perfectly. It wasn’t their place to linger and observe. Looking back might earn them a reprimand from this cold-blooded man.

Shen Jing stormed off in a huff. Zhou Luchen raised a hand to loosen his collar, letting out some heat as he followed her.

"Shen Jing."

Pouting, she didn’t turn around.

Zhou Luchen quickened his pace, wrapped an arm around her waist, and swept her into his embrace, hoisting her up as she pummeled his back and whimpered.

When she had exhausted her struggles, her hands, which had been beating against his back, fell limp and rested there compliantly.

Zhou Luchen pulled her short skirt further down, his fingers intentionally or unintentionally grazing her skin in a suggestive brush.

She shivered, murmuring softly, "I want to go home. Let me go home and report the summit results to my older sister, so she can be happy too."

As they walked, Zhou Luchen asked, "Do you absolutely have to go back to the country?"

Shen Jing declared earnestly, "I have to go back. Staying here is a waste of money; the daily expenses are too high. I took a taxi, and it cost three thousand."

Converted at the exchange rate, that was over tens of thousands.

Zhou Luchen ignored her comment about the small sum she’d spent, focusing on her first statement. He asked, almost obsessively, "Really going back?"

"Really," she insisted loudly.

After a few moments, Zhou Luchen said in a low voice, "Going back to see that childhood sweetheart of yours?"

Shen Jing sniffled. "Yes, Boss Sun is a very nice person."

Boss Sun?

Slut.

He held her tightly, pinching her flesh as if deliberately trying to make her uncomfortable. Only when a soft "ugh" escaped her throat did he seem satisfied.

He retorted, "Oh? So you personally saw him off for his flight before coming to find me?"

So he knew. And now he was here to settle accounts. At the time, Shen Jing hadn’t fully understood what had happened in Chicago; she had genuinely wanted Sun Qiyan to return to the country safely.

"Are you jealous?" Shen Jing asked.

Indeed, it was quite apparent how concerned she was about Sun Qiyan’s safe return to the country.

For a moment, Zhou Luchen placed her on the hood of the car. Just as she was about to slide off, she looked up. Zhou Luchen’s gaze was dark, profound, and intimidating as it bore down on her.

His palms, casually propped on the car hood, effortlessly trapped her.

Advancing, Zhou Luchen pinched her chin, lifted her leg, bending it upwards, and leaned in. "Are you such a fickle woman," he growled, "wavering like this?"

His scent, his voice, his gaze—all too close. Shen Jing’s heart seemed to stop for a moment.

She deliberately tried to speak, but her voice came out unconsciously softer, "So what if I am..."

His palm pressed against the back of her head, Zhou Luchen’s warm breath fanned chaotically against her ear, unsettling her. "Do you remember what I said?" he murmured.

She knew his aristocratic temper all too well. Shen Jing stiffened slightly as she heard him add softly, "I’ve never been patient."

Zhou Luchen bit the corner of her mouth. She cried out in pain. Only when he tasted the coppery tang of her blood did he release her, his thumb brushing her lip.

In the intoxicating haze of their emotions, it was impossible to tell who had bitten whom; blood mingled with their kiss.

Her hands and feet were restrained. With her face buried in Zhou Luchen’s chest, gasping for breath, she remained silent, her entire body going limp.

Unable to hold back, as if finally releasing long-suppressed emotions, she bit Zhou Luchen in return. His thin lips were now broken.

A smear of red stained the man’s thin lips, a mark of thoroughly wanton allure.

Shen Jing stared for a long moment before finally lowering her head. "Does it hurt? I didn’t mean to bite."

He extended a finger, gently touching Shen Jing’s bloodied cherry lips, and asked bluntly, "Do you want to?"

Not surprised, Shen Jing murmured, somewhat dazed, "Zhou Luchen, this is... this is New York... the street... and... the street..."

Her words were disjointed and incoherent.

Zhou Luchen took her hand and guided it to his belt, showing her.

Shen Jing’s fingers flinched. "Undo it, but don’t you dare regret this. We’re on the car hood. Think carefully."

Even in the dimming light, the deep blush on her face was impossible to hide.

Foreheads touching, he watched her stiff, shy movements. Zhou Luchen’s voice was low and husky, "It’s been so long. Have you forgotten how?"

Her long hair cascading around her, she could no longer hold back. "What if we’re exposed? Aren’t you afraid...?"

Zhou Luchen’s face buried deep in her chest, his voice was gravelly and low, "Don’t talk."

Shen Jing braced her hands on the hood of the luxury car. Lifting her head, she met Zhou Luchen’s gaze. His deep eyes smoldered with raw emotion and desire, making her heart stop.

He leaned in, stealing her breath.

There was no escape. His kiss descended, passionate, heavy, and urgent.

She couldn’t recall how long it had been since they’d last made love. In a daze, Shen Jing’s remaining shred of reason slowly vanished. She lifted her hands to his neck, surrendering to the irrepressible desire within and responding to him.

When he finally gave her a moment to breathe, he said huskily, "Be good. Someone will take care of it."

His broad palm tightened on the small of her back as Zhou Luchen’s lips found the curve of her neck, trailing kisses downward.

There were no lights, only the deep darkness of the night sky enveloping them, mingled with an intoxicating rhythm.

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