Chapter 38: Jiang Shaozhang Slept with Wen Ni

Jiang Shaozhang braced himself with half his body above Wen Ni. His black pupils gleamed ever brighter, an unmistakable predatory look in his eyes. “Wen Ni, beg me,” he demanded.

Wen Ni remained silent, her watery gaze fixed on him.

Jiang Shaozhang pinched her chin and spoke, “Shen Xuening is about to barge in and catch us. Say something nice, say you’re with me, and I’ll take you out of here.”

Wen Ni’s stare grew fierce.

Jiang Shaozhang tutted lightly, “Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t collude with Shen Xuening. Otherwise, do you think you’d be able to bargain with me now? I’d have already planted a child in you.”

Wen Ni gripped his wrist, her body trembling violently. “Jiang Shaozhang, please, don’t.”

He looked down at her slender fingers, a smile tugging at his lips. “Your husband’s dead, I have no girlfriend. It’s nothing, Wen Ni. I’m quite capable—want to try?”

She released his hand and struggled to sit up. Jiang Shaozhang was pushed, though Wen Ni had no strength; it was a gentle shove. But he let himself fall onto the bed, sitting at its edge with his hands propped behind him, watching her leisurely. “If you can make it out that door, you win.”

He stared at her intently, like a wolf eyeing an injured rabbit. The wolf was patient, unhurried, knowing the little rabbit would eventually collapse nearby. Then, with almost no effort, he’d snatch it up and make it his meal.

Wen Ni planted her feet on the floor, only to find her legs utterly weak. That wretch Shen Xuening—where had she found such a drug? It was tormenting her to death.

Wen Ni dragged herself, step by agonizing step, toward the exit. Halfway there, she fell heavily to the ground. She turned to glance at Jiang Shaozhang, who smiled, straightening himself. “Still not giving up?”

Tears welled in Wen Ni’s eyes. “Jiang Shaozhang, I treated you as a friend.”

He pressed his lips together, a deep inscrutable look in his eyes.

Wen Ni clenched her teeth. Today, even if she had to crawl, she would crawl out of here. Jiang Shaozhang only wanted to conquer her; she was determined not to let him have his way.

Jiang Shaozhang tilted his head, observing her stubborn struggle. “Wen Ni, do you really detest me so much?”

She turned her head, her voice now little more than a moan. The man lying on the floor heard it, feeling heat rise throughout his body, desire stirring restlessly. Jiang Shaozhang’s Adam’s apple shifted slightly.

Wen Ni bit down, “Jiang Shaozhang, if you truly cared… I wouldn’t be like this. But ask yourself, isn’t it my submission you want?”

His lips moved, unable to refute her.

She continued, “If you give me your heart, I’ll give you mine. If you’re false, I have no hope for you.”

Jiang Shaozhang’s face darkened.

Just then, the door opened once more. Metal frame clashed with the wall, sending a dull thud through the room.

Zhou Jingyi strode in, impeccably dressed, his sharp gaze sweeping the space, landing on Wen Ni crawling on the floor.

Wen Ni lifted her head, looking at Zhou Jingyi. Instantly, her eyes flooded with tears. “Uncle.”

Her pale face bore the red mark of a slap, lashes soaked with tears, hair once neat now in disarray, clothes torn. From Zhou Jingyi’s perspective, nothing was hidden.

He took off his jacket, draping it over her. Wen Ni managed a weak smile, but before she could speak, Zhou Jingyi drew her into his arms, lifting her horizontally.

His chin rested atop her head, his breath heavy. His gaze, laced with venom, fell on Jiang Shaozhang.

Jiang Shaozhang rose, approaching without fear, meeting Zhou Jingyi’s murderous stare. He stopped beside them, looking only at Wen Ni, his voice deep. “I’m not allowed, but Zhou Jingyi is? You say I have ulterior motives—don’t you use me just the same?”

He’d spent too long in the world of intrigue; Jiang Shaozhang was no fool. He saw at once the way Zhou Jingyi looked at Wen Ni after entering—a possessive, masculine gaze. It was not the look of an elder for a younger relative.

Wen Ni trembled all over, deaf to Jiang Shaozhang’s words.

Zhou Jingyi gave Jiang Shaozhang a long look and carried Wen Ni out. Just outside, footsteps echoed rhythmically from the entrance. Zhou Jingyi quickly ducked into a nearby restroom with Wen Ni.

As the restroom door closed behind them, the waiter arrived with a crowd. “It’s this room, I saw Young Mistress Zhou enter myself.”

Shen Xuening and Zhou Mingfan stood at the front. Shen Xuening, anxious, urged, “Break down the door, we’re worried about Wen Ni.”

With the president’s permission, the door was smashed open.

The room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp, casting a suggestive glow. A faint fragrance lingered in the air.

Shen Xuening entered first. “Wen Ni, are you inside?” She turned on the brightest lights. The crowd filed in behind her.

There, on the large double bed, Jiang Shaozhang reclined against the headboard, smoking. His shirt was torn open, revealing swathes of taut, bronze skin—well-defined chest and abs, an image dripping with allure.

Shen Xuening froze. Why was it Jiang Shaozhang?

His fingers trembled slightly, ash falling. He glanced sideways, “What’s this? A live peep show?”

The vice president, after all Jiang Shaozhang’s elder and the one who’d invited him, spoke angrily, “Shaozhang, what are you doing? Even if you misbehave, don’t do it here! Do you know the occasion?”

Jiang Shaozhang smirked, unconcerned. “When I’m in the mood, any place will do.”

The vice president was speechless.

Shen Xuening hurried to explain, “Our Wen Ni and Young Master Jiang haven’t been seen together—could it be…”

The crowd was stunned. Had Jiang Shaozhang slept with Wen Ni? Her husband hadn’t even been dead a month, and she was already seducing someone?

But then again, Wen Ni’s face was like a soul-snatching fox spirit; wasn’t she supposed to feed on vitality?

Given that, perhaps Young Master Zhou’s death was the result of Wen Ni draining him.

Despite their contempt, nobody wanted to miss the spectacle; necks craned forward.

Jiang Shaozhang asked, “Who are you talking about?”

Shen Xuening replied, “Wen Ni, our Young Mistress, missing for ages. The waiter said she entered this room.”

Jiang Shaozhang snorted. He patted the head of the person beside him, his voice seductive. “Darling, lift your head. Let everyone see who you are.”

Under everyone’s eager gaze, the person lying next to Jiang Shaozhang slowly raised his head.

When a man’s face appeared, the vice president felt his face had been lost alongside Jiang Shaozhang’s. “Jiang Shaozhang!”

He replied with a roguish air, “It’s just sleeping with someone. Is it such a big deal?”

Everyone understood: Young Master Jiang liked men.

Only Shen Xuening wore a face of confusion and unwillingness. That man was the one she’d arranged for Wen Ni, so how had Jiang Shaozhang ended up with him? It made no sense.

As Shen Xuening’s eyes flickered rapidly, the waiter sent her a glance. “The restroom next door is locked from the inside.”