Chapter 57 57 A Moment That Made Me Addicted

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On Saturday evening, Chen Jiabai brought two bottles of red wine over. The housekeeper hadn't finished cooking yet, so he came into the living room and wandered around. The TV was on, playing a movie called "Once Upon a Time in America".

He had some impression of this film; Wen Yining liked it quite a bit and mentioned it twice during casual conversations.

After sitting on the sofa for a few minutes, Aunt Zhang called out to Shen Yueze. The kitchen range hood was on, and Aunt Zhang didn't hear the noise outside for a moment.

Chen Jiabai pushed open the kitchen door. "Aunt Zhang, where's Shen Yueze? He hasn't come back yet?"

"He went out to walk the dog. If you're hungry, eat first. There are only two dishes left."

"I'm fine, I'll wait for him."

He watched as the food was being stir-fried over high heat in the wok, the aroma of numbing spiciness filling the air; it looked like he had a strong palate.

There was a pile of chopped chili peppers on the cutting board. Aunt Zhang added another handful. "Shen Yueze likes spicy food. By the way, I remember you can't eat spicy food, right? It's okay, there are a few dishes without chili peppers."

"I can handle a little spice, so you can add as much as you like. He prefers stronger flavors than I do."

In a moment of distraction, I thought of Wen Yining; her tastes were quite similar to Shen Yueze's.

If you go out with him alone, one of you always has to accommodate the other.

Ten minutes later, the door was opened again.

Shen Yueze returned with Tianlang, dressed in casual short-sleeved shirt and trousers. He glanced at Chen Jiabai indifferently before untying the leash from the dog's neck.

Sirius, panting heavily with his pink tongue lolling out, ran towards Chen Jiabai, got patted a couple of times, and then quickly went to drink water.

"By the way, Ze, you don't need to buy that watch I asked you to buy last time. What's the point of giving it to someone after we've broken up?"

Chen Jiabai changed the film, speaking calmly.

It doesn't seem like she's suffered any heartbreak. She was just a little down for the first couple of days, but now she's not affected by eating, drinking, or having fun.

A while ago, Chen Jiabai planned to give Wen Yining a women's watch, but it was quite difficult to buy one, so he asked Shen Yueze to help him inquire. He knew more about watches than he did and was also familiar with the market.

Shen Yueze hummed in response, but didn't ask any further questions. He seemed uninterested and didn't really want to hear anything about Wen Yining from his good friend.

Go to the restaurant, pull out a chair, sit down, and pour wine into two glasses.

Chen Jiabai sat opposite him and inevitably noticed the silver ring on his hand. After observing it for a couple of seconds, it seemed quite familiar...

Wen Yining also had one, almost identical in style, and casually asked, "What brand is your ring?"

He glanced down at it too, "Forgot."

Chen Jiabai remembered that it was a luxury brand, and many people wore the same style. Without thinking much about it, while eating the crispy roast pigeon, he said, "Wen Yining has a similar one."

"Can't forget her?"

Chen Jiabai's expression was also expressionless. He took a sip of red wine and didn't know how to respond for a moment. He said hesitantly, "Not really. Maybe it's because it was the first time we talked seriously, and I thought everything would be as simple as I imagined."

"Although some people always feel that I'm at a disadvantage and advise me to ask for the gifts back, she has never even considered it. She's a very good girl, never making a fuss or causing trouble. I've never seen her get angry or argue."

Shen Yueze listened in silence, not looking at him, his gaze fixed on the food as he ate slowly. After a while, he asked, "Still thinking about getting back together?"

"It depends on her. If she doesn't meet someone better, she'll come back to me. I think it's pointless to force things in relationships; it's best to let things take their natural course."

He was a little surprised when Wen Yining broke up with him. He thought it was just a quarrel and that she would come back to him to get back together soon. Any smart girl would know what kind of married life she would lead after marrying him.

If they don't come to seek peace, so be it. He's done everything he could. There are so many marriage options out there; it doesn't necessarily have to be Wen Yining.

Shen Yueze: "Why not just find someone new?"

Speaking of new loves, there really is one.

Chen Jiabai: "The little liar who tried to set me up last time, when I asked her where she was, she told me she ran away abroad. That was probably a lie. If she wasn't lying, I think I could give it a try."

"Maybe they really are short of money."

"That's possible."

Shen Yueze wasn't too worried about this. Why? Because no matter how many flaws a person has or how bad their personality is, there will still be people who like them.

"Cheng Yuzhou recently got a cat. People say cats are easy to care for, don't need to be taken out for walks every day, and are very affectionate."

"As a result, the cat he raised was not friendly. It would hit and scratch people if they got close, and it wouldn't let them touch or hold it. The aunt advised him to just throw it out in the community, but he wouldn't. He even thought the cat had a personality."

Chen Jiabai thought it made sense; people are like that too. "Tianlang was quite well-behaved, so why did he stop keeping him?"

"He always fights with his cat."

Sirius was lying quietly and obediently beside them, watching them eat and chat, thankfully he couldn't understand.

Chen Jiabai glanced at it a few times, "Actually, Sirius is quite pitiful too."

"It's alright. I wasn't used to it at first, but I got used to it over time."

He had never mistreated the dog; its living conditions remained unchanged. It was just that it had a new owner and felt abandoned. It's impossible for it not to feel a little lost.

Chen Jiabai then got to the important matter at hand, "Your father asked me to come and persuade you; you have to choose one of the two paths."

"Either go into politics, or go to Hangzhou to find him."

The group's headquarters are in Beijing and Hangzhou, but in recent years, Shen Zongjun has spent more time in Hangzhou, about a third of the time there, and he also has to fly around a lot. However, his elderly relatives and family members are all in Beijing, so he has to come back for holidays.

"What did he tell you?"

"They didn't say anything specific, just that you have a stubborn personality and they thought I could persuade you. So, what are your plans?"

Chen Jiabai was also curious, but gossip about wealthy families was too complicated, and even close friends shouldn't ask too much.

However, I learned from my father that Shen Zongjun was an extremely shrewd man who had spent half his life caught in the vortex of power.

He appears to be very approachable, and I've always had a good impression of him. But the more amiable someone is, the more shrewd they are; otherwise, they wouldn't have reached that position.

"I don't have any plans."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiabai understood what he meant: "If you need any help, just let me know."

Shen Yueze calmly raised his eyes, hummed in agreement, put down his chopsticks, picked up his wine glass, and clinked it against the glass opposite him with a crisp sound. He felt that things were fine as they were.

If it weren't for the Wen Yining incident, we could probably be brothers for life.

Wen Yining misspoke. It wasn't because of any desire to conquer or competitive. He would do the same thing regardless of whether she was single or in a relationship, whether her partner was Chen Jiabai or his brother's girlfriend.

"Your dad probably wants to mentor you, but he's in such good health, only in his forties..."

I won't continue; I'll stop here.

Shen Zongjun had children early and is only 44 years old this year, but he looks like he's in his thirties.

Even if it's another twenty years, he'll only be sixty-four years old. How could he bear to retire so early and hand over all his life's work to his descendants?

Moreover, the world's wealthy are researching how to live longer and how to modify their genes; if they're lucky, they might even live longer.

So Shen Yueze really hadn't considered it, wasn't interested in the position of heir, and didn't want to get involved in their intrigues. Being a carefree prince was much better.

Chen Jiabai: "Have you seen his illegitimate child?"

"No, I guess he's too stupid, he wouldn't be interested."

They only come to him because they can't use him.

A message came in on my phone, and the screen lit up. It was sitting next to my wine glass.

It was posted by Wen Yining, and the note wasn't her name.

I'm busy today, really tired. I'm going to bed right after I shower.

He replied: "Let's video chat while you're showering."

She: [You scoundrel.]

He: [You're being nice by not even letting me see it?]

She: [No.]

He said, "I'm practically your big spender now. If you're this stingy, then I'll have to be stingy with my money too."

[Or send me some nude photos of yourself, oh right, completely naked, otherwise there'll be nothing to watch tonight.]

Chen Jiabai glanced at him subconsciously. He was sitting right across from him. Then he saw him unlock his phone, type a message, and smile knowingly with a hint of wickedness in his eyes.

It's probably not anything serious; it's mostly flirting.

I casually asked, "Are you in a relationship?"

"Um."

Chen Jiabai: "Who is it?"

You don't know him.

"I think Shi Yingmeng has deep feelings for you, and she doesn't plan to get back together?"

"Um."

"If that's the case, I won't answer her calls anymore."

Chen Jiabai felt that it would be awkward if he went back to an ex, and besides, the girl was really nice, a beautiful and academically gifted woman, and most guys couldn't refuse her.

Afterwards, Shen Yueze continued to message his father, "Why aren't you going to find your illegitimate children anymore?"

After posting, I stopped on this page, casually tossed it on the table, and continued picking at my food.

Seeing the relationship between the father and son, Chen Jiabai sometimes felt sorry for him. He was an only child and almost had other younger brothers and sisters, but they were aborted. Moreover, Liang Jing and Chen Cheng treated him very well and never thought of using him to achieve their goals or satisfy their ambitions.

They are considered to be from a rare normal family with a normal education within this social class.

Shen Zongjun was different. Whether it was getting Shen Yueze into politics or having him by his side, the purpose was always to use him; he was just one of his pawns.

This reminded Chen Jiabai of those twisted tycoons who, after having a son, would undergo blood transfusions to maintain their health and longevity.

Or they could use children as a backup organ transplant bank.

Flags can be used anywhere.

However, Shen Yueze was born to his father's first wife, so his status should be decent. "Why don't you talk to your father about it? Can't you just be a carefree prince? Be a little nicer."

Shen Zongjun, who was at a dinner party, was quite angry when he saw the news and called directly: "You can't count on them. How many people have your brains?"

Shen Yueze wasn't buying it. "Then you can customize a child, with intelligence, personality, and preferences all according to your liking. Gene editing is so advanced now. I remember you said that Uncle Song ordered a pair of twins, didn't you?"

Shen Zongjun immediately realized that this was a deliberate mockery of him, knowing full well that it was not yet perfect, "Get over here right now next month."

Chen Jiabai: "Is it really possible for humans to create more perfect people, people with edited genes, and then marry normal people in the future?"

"It might pollute the gene pool and go against the laws of nature, which will lead to a bad end."

However, Shen Zongjun only holds shares in embryo research institutions and has never actually tried it himself; foreign countries are more advanced in this area.

Deep down, he still believes more in the ideas of ancient China, whether it's metaphysics or how to manage subordinates, it's all stuff that the ancients had already figured out.

After all, all the open and covert schemes in modern times were used by the ancients.

Shen Zongjun used to force his son to read books and watch documentaries, many of which were about history.

At the same time, she also understands her son. He is intelligent, but his personality is difficult to control; he has sharp edges and corners.

If this person were his subordinate, things would be much easier to handle, but since he's his son, he's not so convenient to use.

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Wen Yining felt physically and mentally exhausted after her vocal lesson today. She had no problem with the preliminary selection, but she saw many beautiful women at the scene. Even if her face was outstanding, it was not enough in the face of her strength. Moreover, just as Shen Yueze said, many of the girls came from wealthy families and had several luxury items on them.

During our casual conversation, I overheard them gossiping about which one was a rich second-generation from XX city, what each one's parents did, and which one was a relative of a certain director.

When I left, the classroom was empty. I turned off the lights and closed the door, slung my bag over one shoulder, and went back to Shen Yueze's apartment.

I had just gotten home when I received a call from that bastard Shen Yueze.

He asked, "Why aren't you replying to my messages?"

"What kind of pornographic stuff are you posting??"

As soon as Wen Yining clicked on the picture, her ears turned red. The summary of various poses, with the simple line drawings of little figures on it, were particularly vivid and easy to understand.

There were two other videos, the content of which she didn't know, but she knew what kind of videos they were without even thinking about them.

He had just seen Chen Jiabai off and finished showering when he called her.

With a languid voice, he said, "Learn it in advance. You lack experience; you only know a few positions."

"Why can't I do it?"

"You're not familiar with it, you can't even twist it properly."

"..."

But she vaguely remembered that he felt great at the time and almost died.

She picked up her phone, put it on speakerphone, went to the bedroom to find her pajamas, and said, "I'm going to take a shower, I'll hang up now."

Men's imaginations run wild at night, and Shen Yueze was no exception. Before he had even done anything or touched anyone, he was already getting aroused.

"Let's video chat. You can put your phone in the bathroom, upright."

Wen Yining had just taken off her top, revealing a sports bra underneath. It felt restrictive, and with all the running and jumping, a regular sports bra would swing around. Now that she could finally untie it, another video call came in. She hung up, and the other person called again. This repeated four times.

She got impatient first and answered the phone, "Are you ever going to stop?"

Shen Yueze remained calm, his gaze moving down her face to reveal a deep cleavage, but the style of her underwear was too ordinary and not sexy enough. "What are you wearing? It looks awful."

Wen Yining immediately retorted, "What do you know? These are specially made for sports."

How could she not know what he was thinking? He definitely wanted to see a lace version, or one with really thin straps. She did have some, but she didn't need them lately.

"I'll buy you some."

"don't want."

Wen Yining raised her phone closer, but only her face was captured in the recording; her neck wasn't even shown.

When she was dating Chen Jiabai, she would carefully choose the right angle for video calls, deliberately showing a bit of her leg, and never get her face this close. But now she doesn't pay attention to these things at all.

His view was somewhat dim, with a bedside lamp on. He leaned against the headboard, his expression relaxed and nonchalant, one arm behind his head, his black hair slightly disheveled, as if he had just finished washing.

From this angle, you can see the smooth muscle lines of his arms, his two collarbones are very prominent, and his broad and thin shoulders exude a strong sense of adult male hormones.

He was still staring at her with great interest.

Wen Yining said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't bother me these next few days?"

They agreed to continue after she finished the talent show, otherwise it would be too tiring and leave marks. He agreed, but it hasn't even been three days yet.

"Did I come to see you? We can't even video chat?"

Wen Yining recalled the message he sent her around dinner time and suddenly asked curiously, "What photos of me have you saved?"

"a lot of."

For example.

"Those things on your WeChat Moments, and those things I posted while you were asleep."

"On the bed?"

"Um."

"Are you dressed?"

"Not wearing any."

"Then what else do you want me to film? You figure it out yourself."

He said in a less than serious tone, "It's on your face, you need to get a new one."

“……………”

She understood almost instantly, her face and ears starting to heat up. "You're out of the shower??"

He continued, "Now I feel that photos are no longer interesting, so I can only make videos."

"Don't push your luck."

He asked, "How old am I this year?"

She hesitated, puzzled, and asked, "Twenty years old, almost twenty-one, what's wrong?"

She remembered that he was a few months older than Chen Jiabai.

"Yes, the age of youthful vigor."

The tone was matter-of-fact.

"..."

She understood, but she didn't try it in the video.

He lifted the thin blanket. "I've been wanting to play with you on the phone for a while now. How about this, you do it for me with your hand."

Wen Yining was thinking about where to put her phone when she heard this out of the blue. Her heart started racing instantly. "No, your request is too much. Just hang up."

"Is this considered excessive?"

Shen Yueze felt he had been restrained and suppressed enough. If he wasn't worried about leaving her with a trauma and making her unwilling to sleep with him next time, the way he played would have been ten times worse than now.

"Go to the shower room."

She went into the shower and put her phone on the shelf. "Is this okay?"

He switched arms and rested them behind his head, slowly looking around before saying, "Lower it, you can't see down there."

She continued adjusting, "Okay."

Then I turned it on, and water came out of the shower head. The temperature rose in a few seconds, and the sound of rushing water filled my ears. The sound in the video gradually became a little blurry.

He asked deliberately, "You shower in your underwear?"

She didn't say anything, her face turned to the side of the phone screen, unconsciously a little nervous, having never experienced a live-streamed shower before.

He felt awkward for a few seconds, then took off the rest of the fabric and threw it on the table. He didn't have a basin here, so he didn't wash it by hand; he had a dedicated washing machine.

He was finally satisfied and admired it quietly for a while, but then felt it wasn't enough and continued to make demands, "It should be facing me directly."

Before she even started using the shampoo, she clicked her tongue, turned slightly to the side, and glanced at the screen as well. He was also visible, but the light was dim, so it wasn't as clear as it was on her side. His gaze lingered for a few seconds, and he didn't say anything. As if he could read minds, he deliberately got up to turn on a light, sat down again, and found an angle so that she could see him clearly.

Wen Yining felt a surge of warmth in her heart, recalling what someone had said: any girl who has ever had an orgasm will never be able to quit.

Although I'm different from boys, I can control myself and haven't lost my temper yet.

But she could clearly perceive the changes that gradually occurred under his influence; she was no longer the Wen Yining she used to be, but rather a result of hormonal changes.

Midway through, while squeezing out the shower gel, there was too much foam, so I had to move my phone. My hand slipped, and I lost my grip on the phone, which fell to the ground with a "bang" and landed under the showerhead, where it was carried by the water towards the drain.

She hurriedly picked it up, wiping away the foam and water with a towel. Her biggest concern was whether it had gotten wet. She hadn't turned it off or anything, but she still shook it and complained, "It's all your fault. My phone almost broke. It got wet."

"I'll give you a new one."

"I need a lot of memory."

The memory isn't enough right now, but we haven't replaced it yet. A new one would cost over ten thousand. He did give her the money, but she needs to keep it for emergencies, so she refrained from buying anything expensive.

He wasn't finished yet; at the last moment, he made a request to her, "Say it twice."

"What should I call you?"

She pretended not to understand, wiping her long hair, which was dripping with water. The glass was fogged up. The central air conditioning in the living room was on. She opened the door, and cool air came in, making it a bit more refreshing.

"Can't you say 'C'? Don't pretend."

"Won't."

Those were all genuine reactions, with no element of acting. She could still call out now, but she doesn't have much experience yet, and there's a difference between fake and real.

Shen Yueze took out two tissues and said slowly, "You won't even let me yell a few times. Just wait, next time even if you beg me, it won't help."

Then he hung up, probably because he got a little angry.

"..."

Just like before, when I asked him for favors, he's shameless.

Wen Yining thought he would play for a while longer, but he didn't expect him to die so suddenly. He cursed inwardly and started drying his hair.

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The next morning.

He really did come to deliver the phone to her, and he also brought her breakfast made by Aunt Zhang.

She had just woken up and wasn't fully awake yet; she had just finished washing up. She had been skipping a lot of classes lately.

At first, I would just skip the easy classes, but now I'm not going at all because of the talent show, so it doesn't really matter whether I attend or not.

A classic cell phone box sits on the coffee table.

She opened it, somewhat surprised. "At this hour, physical stores are probably still closed, right? When did you buy it? It couldn't have been yesterday, could it?"

It's already past midnight.

He wandered from the bedroom to the walk-in closet, then to the shower room, wearing gray casual pants and a black trendy short-sleeved shirt, one hand in his pocket, looking nonchalant and walking leisurely, like a leader coming to inspect work.

She asked, puzzled, "What are you looking at?"

He checked to see if she lived alone.

Wen Yining had breakfast, and it was quite delicious. "I'm asking you something."

Seeing that she didn't seem to be in a hurry to go out, he asked, "Aren't you going out this morning?"

I've been leaving early and coming home late lately, so it's not easy to see her. That's why I brought her my phone early this morning.

"Yes, but I have to go out at noon."

He took the two phones and skillfully switched the SIM cards for her, asking, "Do you still want the old one?"

"Yes, there's a lot of stuff inside."

"I've already backed them all up."

She wanted to mention the chat history, but after glancing at him, she didn't. "There's more."

"Um."

He unlocked her phone, scrolled through WeChat, and sat directly opposite her with his arm resting on the table. From her angle, he could see her slowly swiping through the chat history with several male profile pictures. He looked quite nonchalant, and when he opened one, he deliberately looked up to see her reaction.

She didn't show much expression, but her mind raced, trying to recall if she had chatted or flirted with any other boys recently. She figured no…

I've been too busy, I can't quite remember...

This feeling is like being checked on your homework by your high school teacher in person—a sudden, inexplicable sense of guilt…

After all, she really didn't have the habit of deleting messages casually, and Chen Jiabai never used to look through her phone.

When Shen Yueze checked Shi Yuheng, his finger movements slowed down, and he quickly glanced over the document.

The gist of it was advising Wen Yining to stop participating in the talent show and instead go and make his movie.

He asked, "Is this person the director?"

"Yes, my senior recommended me to him."

There's a really nice senior classmate named Qiao Yin. She always thinks of me when opportunities arise. Recently, she found a producer as her boyfriend, and her career has improved dramatically since then.

I was just about to say that since it was just a sexual relationship, was it really necessary to check her phone? When he has a cold face, he's quite intimidating, and he also has a calm and composed demeanor, making everything seem perfectly natural.

Shen Yueze asked, "Do you have enough money?"

"Um."

Then I put the old phone on the table, and that was it, the investigation was over.

She didn't say those words.

After all, I give her 50,000 yuan in pocket money every month.

Last year, she wanted to find a rich second-generation boyfriend, with her expectation that he would give her 30,000 yuan a month, and he would give her 20,000 yuan more.

What reassured her was that the money was earned by him through investment, not money from his family.

I used to be with Chen Jiabai and overheard them chatting. These people, including Chen Jiabai, all admired his intelligence.

Shen Yueze watched her eat with a casual expression. "Actually, that day, I originally wanted to say 100,000."

Giving her 100,000 yuan a month for pocket money is just the right amount, appropriate for our current relationship, and won't make her still think about Chen Jiabai.

She paused in her porridge-drinking motion, a hint of regret in her voice. She should have known better than to say 30,000…

Fifty thousand is not much for him, but for her, it represents her entire year's expenses. Her eldest brother sometimes gives her three thousand, sometimes five thousand, while her second brother is too stingy and doesn't give her any money. On her birthday, he takes her out for a meal, but the key point is that he orders dishes that he himself likes.

A few thousand yuan is enough to live comfortably even in a city with high prices, provided she doesn't buy a new phone or computer, or eat out at restaurants where the average cost of food is several hundred yuan per person.

But she likes to buy fruit, snacks, clothes, shoes, cosmetics, and all sorts of other things, which is simply not enough to cover her expenses.

There are quite a few second-generation rich kids in the school. The richest one in the dormitory is Geng Chutong. Her family gives her 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month, which is completely different from their spending level. She can buy all kinds of luxury goods and has never been short of money.

My family bought me a Panamera, and I occasionally drive it to school.

She is a materialistic person, and under such stimulation, she will have many crooked thoughts. She prefers to get things easily, wants to take shortcuts, and imagines that people who are not as pretty as her have such an easy life.

For example, agreeing to be kept by an older boss outside of school, or becoming an internet celebrity.

She actually had many choices before, not just Chen Jiabai and Feng Yan, but these two best met her requirements: handsome, no generation gap, normal personality, not weirdo, and they treated her well.

Feng Yan is more handsome than Chen Jiabai; Chen Jiabai's main advantage is his good temperament.

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Seeing that she was distracted, Shen Yueze continued, "It's okay, there's still a chance to increase it."

"What's the meaning?"

Her thoughts were completely pulled back.

"It depends on your performance. If I'm in a good mood, I'll give you more."

"What kind of performance...?"

She has a general idea of ​​what to do.

"Performance in bed".

"..."

He had to go to the company today, so he didn't stay long. He was worried that if he stayed too long, he wouldn't be able to resist sleeping with her. As they walked, he said, "If you want something, you have to ask for it, understand?"

He really wanted her to act coquettishly and softly towards him, just like she used to do with Chen Jiabai.

Wen Yining said "Oh" and continued to slowly drink her eight-treasure porridge.

Shen Yueze's personality seems completely different from other boys. For example, when Chen Jiabai gives her something, she will pretend to refuse it for a moment and will not accept it immediately. Then, Chen Jiabai will say some nice things again.

Although she was the one receiving the items, she preferred that the other party beg her to accept them.

The first time Shen Yueze saw her not accepting money, he didn't say a word of nonsense, and he didn't transfer the money a second time. He didn't try to persuade her at all, but she thought he would transfer the money a second time.

So that night in the private room, when he asked her how much pocket money she wanted, she gave him a specific amount.

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