CHAPTER 317: CHAPTER 317: SUCH A BIG GREEN HAT (4)_1

"For me? Don’t make excuses for your own indulgence. The current me, the Shen Cheng of today, does not need to sacrifice his woman to obtain a contract. Even less does he need you to resort to such shameless methods to secure one. A contract worth tens of millions—I, Shen Cheng, do not need to use my woman to get it. Nor do I need your delusional attempts at seduction."

Shen Cheng’s voice couldn’t help but rise as he rebuked Wanqian word by word, each syllable striking her like a blow. The image of Yang Cilang groping Wanqian’s waist, Yang Cilang’s lecherous gaze, and Wanqian’s moans from her erotic dreams—each of these things pierced Shen Cheng deeply. They prompted him to roar in fury, his expression growing more livid and contorted by the second.

"Shen Cheng, what about Wanyou then? While you criticize me, have you ever thought about yourself? You and I are the same kind of person! If you hadn’t climbed into Wanyou’s bed, you would still have nothing. If it weren’t for that fool Wanyou, would you be enjoying everything that originally belonged to her now? Don’t forget, all of this, every single bit of it, you obtained by climbing into that foolish woman’s bed! What right do you have to judge me? What reason do you have to accuse me?"

Wanqian roared furiously, her face a ghastly mix of pale and flushed, hideously contorted. She had poured all her strength into those words, and after uttering them, she was utterly stunned. How could I have said that? How could I have cursed him like that?

As her words fell, a large hand swung viciously towards her face, a sharp slap landing harshly on her cheek. Clutching her stinging cheek, she looked up to see Shen Cheng’s face, veins throbbing furiously, his expression livid, his body heaving as he struggled to breathe.

Shen Jia’s family was stunned. They watched Shen Cheng slap Wanqian, saw the two glare furiously at each other, and heard their vitriolic exchange.

"Wanqian, all of this is rightfully mine! I am merely taking back what belongs to me. Wanyou was a fool because she encountered a hypocritical woman like you and a charlatan like me. Therefore, she brought her fate upon herself; she deserved it! You are just a woman; you’d better see things clearly. There are things you can say, and there are things that, even if you know them, you must pretend you don’t. Otherwise..."

Shen Cheng spoke gravely, the veins on his hands bulging. With a sweep of his arm, he strode past Wanqian and headed for the main door.

"Where are you going?" Wanqian, snapping back to her senses, realized she had misspoken. Watching his retreating figure, she shouted hastily. Wanyou is Shen Cheng’s lifelong torment, and I just tore open his old wound. No wonder he’s so furious. This is the first time he’s ever hit me, the first time he’s ever been this angry with me.

"To Shuiyue Villa," Shen Cheng’s cold voice drifted back. Wanqian shuddered, tears streaming relentlessly from her eyes.

"Brother Shen Cheng, Mom has made some sobering tea. Please drink some before you go. Besides, it’s not safe to drive after drinking. Maybe you shouldn’t go out," Shen Jia said sweetly. Having recovered from her daze, she quickly moved to block Shen Cheng’s path. She had intended to take his arm, but he sharply pulled away.

"I don’t need it. I’m not drunk," Shen Cheng replied icily, his tall figure disappearing from their sight. The sound of a car engine starting up carried to them, and then the vehicle vanished from the villa grounds.

Wanqian watched his departing silhouette, her heart clenching with a twisting pain. She fiercely wiped the tears from her eyes, strode upstairs, and slammed the door shut behind her, then began to sob loudly.

Tonight was destined to be a turbulent night.

Shangguan You observed this drama, a faint smile playing on her lips. She glanced at Wanqian, who was continuously pouring herself alcohol. Then, with a flicker of her figure, she swiftly followed in the direction Shen Cheng had taken.

A spectator must play their part, and she intended to watch every good show. Now that one act had concluded, another was waiting for her to rush off to.

In the room, Wanqian wept and drank, the tears welling in her eyes. Shen Jia’s family exchanged a look, then shook their heads and went up to the third floor to sleep. There was much they couldn’t manage. They had raised Shen Cheng, but now that he was grown, they had little control over him. Besides, Shen Cheng had changed significantly.

「At three in the morning.」

Shen Congming was awakened by the sound of sobbing. Glancing at his sleeping wife beside him, he put on his robe and tiptoed downstairs, his brow furrowed. It must be Wanqian, drunk and causing a scene again.

Downstairs, Shen Congming saw that the door to a room was wide open. Wanqian was lying on the floor. He gasped, his heart pounding violently, his body starting to tremble.

Wanqian was wearing a black, seductive lace slip dress, lying intoxicated on the floor. Her smooth, white shoulders were bare, and the full globes of her breasts were barely concealed, threatening to spill out at any moment. Her long, fair thighs were exposed, and her entire being radiated a fatal allure.

For any man, she was a fatal temptation.

She slept fitfully, and with her movements, he could clearly see the captivating scenery beneath her slip. Shen Congming drew a sharp, ragged breath, grabbed a cup from the table, and gulped down its contents.

"Wanqian, Wanqian," Shen Congming crouched, gently shaking her. The smooth, slippery sensation of her skin under his hand sent a jolt of heat through him, and his eyes uncontrollably roamed over her body.

Wanqian murmured something unintelligible and turned onto her other side, presenting her provocatively arched rear towards Shen Congming. His hands trembled slightly as they moved, seemingly of their own accord, to touch her.

"Mmm..." Wanqian moaned, turning back again. Her hands instinctively wrapped around Shen Congming’s neck, and she pressed her fragrant lips to his, sealing his mouth.

"Cheng, Cheng, I know I was wrong," Wanqian mumbled, kissing him wildly while calling out Shen Cheng’s name, her body coiling around him like a water snake.

"Cheng, I’ll never do this again, Cheng!" While Wanqian kissed him frantically, she kept crying out Shen Cheng’s name. The temperature in the room seemed to rise inexplicably.

Shen Congming tried to push her away, but the more he struggled, the tighter Wanqian clung to him. And the tighter she held on, the more his own body responded, tormenting him. She kept calling Shen Cheng’s name, her face flushed with intoxication, clearly mistaking him for Shen Cheng.

"Cheng, I want you," Shen Qian murmured softly, tugging at Shen Congming’s clothes. She then pressed her soft body even more insistently against him. Shen Congming found himself completely engulfed in Shen Qian’s fiery passion.