Chapter 117: Restraining addiction and squandering days are meaningless

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He said sarcastically, "Do you think I need your little bit of money?"

"So what do you want?"

She feigned ignorance, "Isn't that what you mean by bringing up money? What, you want me to sleep with you?"

"I can't just return what you gave me, can I? You threw it away like trash. I can't just give it to someone else. You're not that kind of person."

She had heard of boys doing this before; they would leave, but their bags would still be there, and even if they had only been used a few times, they would be as good as brand new.

Actually, apart from skincare products, everything else is practically new. I don't wear my bracelets and necklaces very often; they're mostly kept at home. I only take them out when I need to coordinate my outfits.

Last month I was short on cash, so I took the Tiffany and Bulgari necklaces that Chen Jiabai gave me to a second-hand luxury store to exchange for some money. However, I have never sold the things that Shen Yueze bought.

She adjusted the straps of her backpack, tightened the zipper, and put it back on. She then said, "Why don't you come back with me to get them? They're all stored at my rented place. I can't wear them while filming. The bags you gave me seem to add up to several hundred thousand yuan."

She doesn't like Hermès. Other luxury brands range from 10,000 to 50,000 yuan, which is very suitable for her age. Even if each one costs 30,000 yuan, a dozen of them would cost 300,000 yuan. She hasn't calculated it carefully.

"Do you think I'm a junk collector? What's the point of returning secondhand items to me?"

"Yeah, so what do you want?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang.

He pulled it out of his casual pants pocket. She glanced at the note; three familiar words: Huang Yutong…

The thought of seeing the bruises on her knees and the hickeys on her neck at noon makes me feel upset.

She said sarcastically, "Why don't you answer your girlfriend's calls?"

He calmly pressed the button to answer. "Where are you staying now?"

"What are you doing? Are you going there?"

"Then let me ask you, was the 911 she was driving yesterday your car?"

She has the personality of getting to the bottom of things and won't stop until she gets to the bottom of it.

He got into the driver's seat, glanced up coolly, and said, "That license plate number looks like one I like?"

His license plate numbers are easy to remember, and he likes the number 9; every car he drives has a 9 on it.

Wen Yining rested her hand on the car window, pondered for a few seconds, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. Judging from his unsatisfied look, she seriously suspected that the two of them hadn't done anything last night.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten the urge to see her in her school uniform today.

I guess it's been a long time since he's released his pent-up desires.

When we arrived at the entrance of the residential area, we had to register. An old man at the gate handed me a pen, and I just made up a string of numbers.

With no underground parking and surrounding vehicles worth no more than 500,000 yuan, this black G-Class stands out conspicuously.

Previously, the parking lot of Zhaoshan Apartment was almost entirely filled with luxury cars, enough to be considered a car show. There were supercars worth over ten million, some of which were even gathering dust. They were so rich that they couldn't drive them all.

After getting off the bus, he looked around and felt that the surroundings were quite old.

"After you move out, will you live here?"

"Um."

There's no elevator. I live on the third floor and have to walk up. The stairs are just concrete, not paved with bricks. The handrails are covered with old dust. There are also cardboard boxes that the elderly have collected piled up in front of the residents' doors.

Are you comfortable living here?

His gaze swept over the dark stains on the stairwell floor, wondering how old the building was.

The subtext is understandable.

She walked behind him, silent for a second. There was no need to lie. "What can I do if I'm not used to it? I can't exactly go to my brother, can I? He's living with my sister-in-law and doesn't want to be bothered. If I were single, it would be fine, but it's inconvenient for me to go there now."

My older brother has a spare room, but he and his wife are getting married soon. What girl would want her boyfriend's sister to come over and disturb their time together?

"Besides, in two years, his child might already be born, and he can't support me for the rest of my life."

He knew about her family situation; it was worlds apart from the life of a rich kid like him.

He wasn't the only one; his circle of friends consisted of rich kids, children of officials, and even illegitimate children—they were all well-off and had high spending standards. He rarely had the opportunity to go to places with low spending habits.

"Have you never been to this kind of neighborhood before?"

Following him up the stairs, I saw him in clean casual pants and a T-shirt, with a trendy jacket over them.

The pants were light-colored and of high quality. I was wearing a pair of shoes that cost over four thousand yuan, and they looked almost brand new. The soles were spotless, which made them stand out from the dirty and old environment around me. I almost stepped on some kitchen waste when I passed by.

He continued upstairs and replied, "I didn't expect you to be able to adapt."

"These conditions aren't that bad, how come you describe them as a slum?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "Of course it can't compare to your place."

He owns properties in some of the most expensive residential complexes in Beijing and Shanghai. She doesn't know exactly how many, but she's overheard others mentioning them. The thing he owns most is houses.

But he prefers a fixed place to live and doesn't change places. So far, she has only slept in the large flat in Zhaoshan.

When they reached the third floor, she took out her keys from her bag, momentarily forgetting why he had insisted on following her.

"What are you doing here with me? Aren't you going to pick up your girlfriend?"

I've forgotten how many times I mentioned Huang Yutong today. In short, whenever I'm in the same space as them, I feel breathless, and that familiar feeling of anxiety and uncertainty washes over me again.

She tossed her bag on the sofa, went into the kitchen to cut fruit for herself, brought out the plate, glanced at him indifferently, then sat down to wait for the takeout, without even greeting him.

Shen Yueze, one hand in his pocket, slowly scanned the interior. The open shoe rack was full of women's shoes, the sofa was piled with clothes, and the furniture was quite old. The house was probably older than them. With his sensitive sense of smell, he could smell a faint underground warehouse odor as soon as he entered. However, it was clean enough to look like a place where people lived.

She stuffed the bra that had been temporarily tossed on the sofa into her skirt. Usually, no one watches TV in the living room, so they're used to it. There's a lot of clothing and other odds and ends piled up there, and the closets aren't big enough. This way, it's more convenient. She tidied up a bit and made room for him to sit.

"alright."

Wen Yining felt out of place with everything in the room.

My phone on the table rang a few times. It was a message from Feng Yan, asking me: "Why are you leaving so early?"

Before I could reply, the phone rang.

She answered the phone with one hand and said somewhat perfunctorily, "Shen Yueze came to find me and asked me to return the money, so I went home first."

Feng Yan was also quite surprised and made a few sarcastic remarks, "He's a rich young master, what's a little money he needs from you? Asking for the money back after breaking up, is that reasonable? That's too stingy. Or did you offend him?"

She turned on speakerphone, ate a peach, and said, "Do I really have that much ability?"

"How much? Do you really want me to pay it back?"

"Um."

"No, I'll lend you some first."

"I still have some. Didn't you just transfer some money to me? I was planning to use it to cultivate relationships, but he did spend quite a bit of my money before."

"That bastard is messing with you on purpose, isn't he? Why did you go back with him? What did I tell you from the beginning? You can't date someone like that. With his supercar and his face, who knows how many women he's slept with?"

"Did you do this because he's handsome?"

Wen Yining: "..."

Shen Yueze raised an eyebrow very slightly, signaling her to continue.

She was speechless for a moment, stopping her peach-eating motion. She really didn't want to answer the question, especially admitting to his face that he was handsome.

If he told her, she'd probably have to sleep with him countless more times, which he'd probably think wasn't worth it, since he didn't spend a penny and people were willing to sleep with him.

Feng Yan on the other side continued, "You've got older brothers chasing after you, and that Bentley guy was pretty generous too."

The man in the Bentley was referring to Mr. Peng.

She just pressed it off.

He waited for her to finish typing with amusement in his eyes, then sat patiently on the sofa, not interrupting at all, and not caring what others thought of his image.

She asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"

He replied, "Seeing you living such a miserable life makes me feel much better."

"..."

"Didn't Feng Yan ask you to move in with him?"

"He doesn't go back often; he stays at the film crew's hotel, and besides, it's easy for him to be photographed there."

As for the pregnancy and abortion, there's no need to explain anymore; he already knew it was fake.

They were quite careful using condoms, probably because they felt it would be difficult to handle if they got pregnant.

Shen Yueze didn't reply, but played with the silicone toy she had thrown on the table, squeezing and kneading it until it was just the right size to hold.

She glanced at it a few times, her mind racing, "Don't break it, you have such a strong grip."

He stared at the neckline of her school uniform. "I wish your chest was this big."

She stepped forward and snatched it back, yelling, "You scoundrel!"

Then I looked down to see how long it would take for my takeout to arrive.

In the brief silence, the atmosphere was not awkward at all. Wen Yining suddenly felt that it was not much different from when they had not broken up. Apart from this bastard's love for sarcastic remarks, he would not do anything more outrageous.

My heartbeat calmed down, and I felt like I was back in my rented apartment with my boyfriend, even though he would never live in such a cheap place in his life.

My thoughts were pulled back by a lingering moan—

"Ah, I can't take it anymore... It's too deep, sob sob... It feels so good..."

You can tell from his voice that he's both engrossed and unrestrained.

The sound coming from the bedroom was mixed with the thud of some miscellaneous items falling to the ground, as if something had been knocked to the floor.

It could be heard clearly in the living room, which was only a few dozen square meters. The air instantly became ambiguous. The old house wasn't very soundproof, and even closing the door didn't help.

She stood up from the sofa, turned on the TV, randomly picked a variety show to play, and then turned up the volume, trying to drown out the noise inside.

A hint of unease flashed across his face. He'd been through this quite a few times, but hearing someone call him that, especially someone he knew, made him feel a little uncomfortable. It wouldn't have mattered if it were a stranger.

His gaze swept over me, a hint of smirk in his eyes, and he raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is your roommate home?"

"I didn't know she was there."

Her ears burned; it was all so sudden.

Xu Si would occasionally bring her boyfriend home, but she would always tell her in advance. She had never met him, only seen a half-smoked cigarette butt in the trash can and a beer can that had been drunk from on the coffee table.

Xu Si paid for the hourly workers, so she never asked about it.

Suddenly I remembered that I received several missed calls at noon today. I was busy filming and didn't have time to answer them. After finishing work, I bumped into Shen Yueze.

"How can you sleep if you just listen to them yelling all night?"

"I can sleep."

Wen Yining didn't want to knock on the door and disturb them, so she simply typed two messages in the chat box: "Keep your voice down, I could hear you from the living room, I thought you were at work."

He asked, "How's the security in this neighborhood?"

She didn't care, saying, "I don't know. There's nothing valuable in the house, so what's there to steal?"

She was still pondering Xu Si's reaction. It was only natural; she was in her early twenties, the prime time for romance. She only came to this house to sleep at night, and Xu Si had already been trying to avoid disturbing her rest. He hadn't expected to finish work so early.

Shen Yueze also washed himself a peach. "She brought a man home without even telling you?"

"As I said before, this is a special case."

Wen Yining wanted to say that this was the first time she had heard it either, and that she only heard it occasionally in movies, and that she didn't have a habit of eavesdropping on her friends.

She got up, ready to go out, saying, "Let's go out to eat, otherwise it'll be awkward when they come out later."

He didn't move, but asked, "Has this man seen you before?"

"No."

"Aren't you afraid someone will try to break into your room in the middle of the night?"

Wen Yining chuckled, "Can you stop imagining all men as yourself? Just because you're lewd doesn't mean you think everyone else is like that."

"Do you understand or do I understand?"

"Although I have quite a few suitors, none of them have committed any crimes, at least not yet. You're probably the only one."

His tone was rather frivolous, “I don’t need to commit a crime. When were you ever not doing it willingly? You were enjoying it so much that you couldn’t even say a complete sentence.”

“…”

She was speechless for a moment, her cheeks flushed. Everything that had happened was already etched into her mind, automatically creating vivid images. He was right, they were indeed compatible in that respect.

Sleeping is the only thing that is unique; it can only be done with a partner.

Moreover, guys care most about whether they have fun; shared interests and topics are not important.

In his life, he has a group of brothers to play with, and in the business world, he has a bunch of seniors like his father and uncles to pass on their experience to him.

There's no shortage of people for meals, chats, and outings, but there's no shortage of people for sex.

So she was always very open and uninhibited, doing whatever he asked her to do, and no one else would ever see this side of her.

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No sooner had he finished speaking than the sounds from Xu Si's bedroom grew louder and more intense, accompanied by a dull thud as the headboard hit the wall. At first glance, it sounded like a fight, but it also sounded like crying...

She was on edge, feeling stuffy and hot in the living room, and had no desire to wait for the takeout. "What do you mean by not leaving? Do you want to run into them?"

"Let me see who it is. It's not safe for this man to come over."

"Do you think I don't know if it's safe or not? It's not like I'm new to the workforce."

Wen Yining considered herself to be quite cautious and careful, and had never been taken advantage of by anyone.

“Xu Si’s boyfriend is a decent person. If I join a film crew, I won’t be back to live for half a month. You should go back. I don’t know what you’re trying to do by coming with me. If you want me to pay you back, then you can just take those bags with you.”

He ignored him and got up from the sofa.

I walked into the empty bedroom with the door open, turned on the light, tried the lock function, closed and locked it, and then continued to turn the doorknob and pull it inward.

"I already said it's not bad."

Wen Yining grabbed his forearm, trying to lead him out.

But he wouldn't listen at all and started wandering around the house like he was checking up on someone.

"You don't even have a wardrobe in your bedroom?"

A simple wooden bed, two chairs, a lot of clothes piled up, an old table in the corner, and above the table a yellowish air conditioner with black mold spots on the fan blades.

The curtains were plain, and open suitcases lay on the floor, piled high with summer clothes. Life seemed to be just getting by.

It just smells nice.

He sat down on the bed, feeling the cushion was uncomfortable, and smelled a faint scent of shampoo mixed with perfume.

She noticed that the man moved as naturally as if he were in his own home.

He said with dissatisfaction, "Why are you sitting on my bed? Don't you know my habits?"

They are all quite clean, and they have one thing in common when they get home: they won't sit on the bed with their pants on. They will either change into their pajamas or take a shower.

He hooked his finger around the slip dress on the bed and examined it, but Wen Yining pulled it away, saying, "Are you ever going to stop?"

"Whose coat is this?"

He picked up a men's baseball jersey from the chair next to him; it was big enough for him to fit into.

Wen Yining tucked her cool pajamas into the summer quilt, looked up, and said honestly, "Feng Yan's."

This baseball jacket was given to her by Feng Yan on set. It was raining and getting cold that day, so she wore it back home and treated it as a gift. After becoming famous, celebrities don't even need to buy clothes anymore; a bunch of brands give them to them.

"He came here?"

She deliberately asked, "What do you think?"

Feng Yan did mention her place, but after she showed people pictures of the interior, they complained that the environment was too poor and that she preferred to share the place, so she gave up on the idea.

He said slowly and seriously, "To be honest, I really don't want to see you suffer. If you sleep with me, all you have to do is eat ** and give me oral sex. What else can't you have?"

"..."

He stared at her and asked, "Have you two slept together?"

She didn't reply.

He paused, his tone mocking, "When did I become so kind? Did you think I could accept something like this just because I turned a blind eye to it from the beginning?"

He left with a cold expression, without uttering another word.

Before Wen Yining could react, she heard the door close. She felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, not expecting him to leave so soon.

I thought we'd have to argue all night, but he seemed to be in a good mood today, unusually calm for the past two weeks.

I know what he wants to hear, but I still don't want to make him feel too comfortable.

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A note from the author:

Another extreme stretch

Some readers have been analyzing and speculating about the opening of a new map, and it's true, his father's company headquarters are in Beijing and Hangzhou.

Thank you for the nutrient solution!