CHAPTER 344: CHAPTER 344: THE DOMINEERING MR. YE (6)_1

Shen Cheng roared in anger, his entire being seeming slightly mad. The things he had painstakingly acquired were so easily given away by two women. Duan Mei and Shen Congming were both shocked, watching intently. Shen Congming originally wanted to step forward, but recalling what he had done the night before, he halted the steps he had taken and forcefully retreated.

"Cousin, I really didn’t know, I had no idea," Shen Jia cried on the floor, murmuring. She was truly scared now.

"Cheng, Jiajia is still young; she doesn’t understand. There’s still a chance for us," Wanqian said, quickly helping Shen Jia up from the ground.

"A chance?" Shen Cheng roared, the pent-up anger rising in him. "Let me tell you! When we signed this contract, it was Wanyou and I who personally secured it! Do you know how much the annual suite fee is? Do you? The suite fee is astronomical, and the compensation is even more so! They paid upfront for ten years! Ten years, do you understand?"

"Cheng, there is still an opportunity. Let’s bring back Miss Shangguan, and given the power of her family, we can go to the Discipline Inspection Department," Wanqian said quickly, her eyes lighting up. As long as they accused them of accepting bribes, everything would have a chance to turn around.

No sooner had Wanqian finished speaking than a slap ferociously landed on her face.

"Stupid woman! How did I, Shen Cheng, end up with a stupid woman like you? Is your brain filled with pig brains? Who do you think gave her this? Do you know? Go and dig out the contract yourself! Read it word by word, see it clearly!"

Shen Cheng roared out loud! In the hotel lobby, his uncontrollable roar echoed. He was driven to his limits; since he became sensible, Shen Cheng had never lost control like this. The receptionist, seeing the president’s livid face and hearing his roaring voice, turned pale as paper and slumped to the ground.

"From now on, you may go home. Wait for the lawyer’s letter tomorrow. All the losses of the Shen Family, caused by your mistake, your slip of the tongue, will be borne by you alone," Shen Cheng said coldly to the powerless receptionist on the ground, then turned and left, seething with resentment.

Wanqian covered her slapped face, watching as Shen Cheng disappeared from her sight.

"Wanqian, are you alright? Get up quickly!" Seeing Shen Cheng disappear into the hotel, Shen Congming hurried over to help Wanqian up from the ground, taking the opportunity to graze her hand. Meanwhile, Duan Mei also fumbled to help Shen Jia up.

Wanqian was a bit stunned, a burning pain spreading across her face. As she watched Shen Cheng’s ruthless departure, she finally reacted, breaking free from Shen Congming’s grasp and striding towards the interior of the hotel.

Shen Congming watched Wanqian walk away, the silky sensation still lingering on his palm. Thinking back to last night, his heart felt a stirring sensation. Casting a glance at Duan Mei’s somewhat weathered face and then recalling Wanqian’s beautiful visage, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

"Let’s go. Let’s go upstairs to rest; we can talk about anything tomorrow," Shen Congming said, then opened two new rooms and quickly led his family upstairs.

Throughout the night, Shen Congming tossed and turned, unable to sleep. His mind was haunted by the image of Wanqian entangled with him from the night before. The thought of Wanqian’s seductive display made him grow restless. His hand inevitably reached out towards Duan Mei beside him.

It was soft, loose, lacking elasticity, lacking a smooth and tender feeling. The restlessness in his heart unexpectedly subsided when he touched Duan Mei.

Shen Congming stood up from the bed, somewhat irritated, and opened the door to get some air. In reality, he had hoped to encounter Wanqian again, to sneak in some excitement once more. This thrill was even more stimulating and exhilarating for him.

He held a cigarette in his hand, taking occasional puffs by the door.

"Bring me alcohol!" From a nearby room, Wanqian’s drunken voice reached his ears again.

"What happened?" Shen Congming asked, stopping the flustered attendant.

"Miss Wanqian is drunk," the attendant stammered, "but she keeps calling for alcohol."

"I’ll take care of it. You can go downstairs," Shen Congming said, taking the alcohol from the attendant and heading towards Wanqian’s room.

In the room, Wanqian downed one glass after another, the imprint of a slap starkly clear on her cheek. She coldly glanced at Shen Congming and continued to gulp down the liquor in her hand.

"Wanqian, stop drinking," Shen Congming said, snatching the bottle from her hand.

"Uncle, this is my business; it has nothing to do with you!" Wanqian retorted, flinging away Shen Congming’s hand, the disgust previously well-hidden in her eyes now surfacing.

If it weren’t for the fact they were Shen Cheng’s family, she wouldn’t have bothered trying to please them. And now they were even dictating to her.

"Wanqian, actually, Shen Cheng was just too angry tonight; otherwise, he wouldn’t have hit you," Shen Congming said, pouring her a glass of strong liquor and handing it to her.

Hearing Shen Cheng’s name, Wanqian became even more furious and gulped down the drink in Shen Congming’s hand without hesitation. The more Shen Cheng was mentioned, the more his ruthless slap and callous departure pricked at her. She continued to pour alcohol into herself, glass after glass.

A smirk played on Shen Congming’s lips as he watched Wanqian down glass after glass. Seeing her become completely drunk and collapse onto the counter, Shen Congming nudged the slumped Wanqian. "Wanqian? Wanqian?" he called softly, smiling as he looked at the unconscious woman. With a CLICK, he locked the door from the inside.

His hand made its way onto Wanqian. Drunkenness would make things easier; the drunker Wanqian was, the better his chance. This exciting feeling made his nearly forty-year-old body even more agitated and thrilled.

In the room, a night of absurdity, a night of indulgence, took place. Afterwards, Shen Congming left satisfied, having successfully erased all traces of their intimacy from the room.

In the hotel control room, the scene was silently recorded. Shen Congming wiped his mouth and walked out of the room looking pleased with himself, heading towards his own room. Shangguan You and her entourage left the hotel, driving into the night. In this area, apart from the hotels, there were residential houses, though they were not as comfortable or scenic as the hotel.