Chapter 11 Drunken Kiss
Fu Xuan's eyes flashed with displeasure, and he wanted to stand up for Shen Shuangmiao.
Seeing what he meant, Shen Shuangmiao silently shook her head and turned to go to the restroom.
She walked to the sink, the scene from just now still replaying in her mind.
Shen Shuangmiao exhaled and splashed cold water on her cheeks, trying to banish the images from her mind.
She looked up and saw the woman in the mirror with a dazed expression, but her lips were stubbornly pursed.
Shen Shuangmiao took a deep breath, took out a powder compact from her handbag to touch up her makeup, not wanting anyone to notice anything unusual.
Especially her studio members.
After tidying up briefly, she pushed open the bathroom door, but as soon as she took a step, she was grabbed by the wrist by a strong force and dragged into the shadows around the corner of the corridor.
A familiar woody scent wafts up, mixed with the smell of alcohol.
Shen Shuangmiao nearly bumped into Zhu Jin, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"
She instinctively struggled, but Zhu Jin held her firmly against the wall.
Zhu Jin was breathing heavily, his eyes were dim in the light, and his shirt collar was slightly open, revealing a patch of reddish skin on his collarbone.
He braced one hand against the wall beside Shen Shuangmiao's ear, while his other hand still tightly gripped her wrist.
"What's so good about Fu Xuan?" Zhu Jin's voice was hoarse as he stared intently at Shen Shuangmiao. "How is Fu Xuan better than me?"
Shen Shuangmiao couldn't understand what nonsense he was talking about.
She turned her face away: "You're drunk, don't do this."
"Answer me, what exactly is so good about Fu Xuan? Is he richer than me, or can he provide you with a better life?"
Zhu Jin murmured softly, his fingers tightening as he gripped her chin: "Five years of relationship, two years of marriage, and you think they're so insignificant? You just get a divorce like that, and then you're seen with him all the time?"
Shen Shuangmiao suddenly looked up, staring at him in disbelief.
These words sounded as if Zhu Jin was accusing her of being a traitor to their marriage.
He was innocent and naive; he didn't marry her and then discard her like trash, nor did he abandon her for two years without returning home, only to spend his birthday with someone else.
She knew Zhu Jin was drunk and talking nonsense, but she wouldn't allow this man to portray himself as a victim.
Shen Shuangmiao took a deep breath and immediately pushed Zhu Jin away.
"What right do you have to question me? You were the one who neglected me first, you were the one who helped Zhou Wu steal my project, you were the one who..." Her voice choked, "...changed your mind first."
Zhu Jin's eyes flickered, then grew even more sinister: "Changed heart? Shen Shuangmiao, tell me, where is the evidence that I changed heart?"
Shen Shuangmiao smiled and raised an eyebrow at the drunkard in front of her: "You haven't changed your mind, so you still love me?"
Zhu Jin paused, unable to utter a single word.
Seeing his reaction, Shen Shuangmiao was not surprised at all.
She pushed Zhu Jin away: "From beginning to end, it was you who destroyed our marriage. Maybe I was wrong. I should have let you and Zhou Wu be together from the start. Now I've let go. Please go back and take a good look at your schedule and get the divorce certificate."
After saying that, Shen Shuangmiao turned to the side, wanting to leave the dark and quiet corner.
But then Zhu Jin grabbed her wrist again, with such force that Shen Shuangmiao almost cried out.
"What are you and Fu Xuan now?" Zhu Jin took a step closer, pulling Shen Shuangmiao in front of him, their noses almost touching. "Colleagues? Lovers? Or perhaps, your next husband..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Shuangmiao forcefully pushed his chest: "Shut up! What kind of relationship I have with Fu Xuan is none of your business. Don't forget you were the one who... um!"
Before Shen Shuangmiao could finish speaking, Zhu Jin lowered his head and kissed her lips.
The kiss was rough, tinged with the smell of alcohol and an inexplicable resentment.
Shen Shuangmiao froze for a second, then struggled violently, her nails digging deep into Zhu Jin's arm.
Zhu Jin didn't back away; instead, he kissed her even more fiercely until Shen Shuangmiao couldn't bear it any longer and raised her hand to hit him.
Snap!
A resounding slap echoed down the corridor.
Zhu Jin tilted his head, and a clear palm print gradually appeared on his cheek.
"Zhu Jin, look carefully at who I am. I am Shen Shuangmiao, the ex you hate to see the most, not Zhou Wu!"
Shen Shuangmiao's voice trembled, "Besides, we're only one certificate away from being completely unrelated. You have no right to touch me again, and don't use such despicable means to insult me!"
Zhu Jin slowly lowered his eyes to look at her.
His eyes gradually cleared.
He scoffed, "Despicable tactics? What about you spending every day with him in the studio? A noble friendship?"
Shen Shuangmiao straightened her disheveled collar and took a step back to create some distance.
"We're over, Zhu Jin. You were the one who rejected me first, so please be at least a little more dignified."
After saying that, she turned and left, her back ramrod straight.
A deep voice came from behind him.
"Yes, Shen Shuangmiao, I don't want you anymore. After this slap, I will never want you again in this lifetime."
Shen Shuangmiao paused, but did not turn around.
This answer was not unexpected for her.
Zhu Jin never took her seriously. This kiss was meaningless; it was just his drunken, crazy act.
It could be her, it could be Zhou Wu, or it could be another woman.
Shen Shuang followed the winding path downstairs, her steps swift.
After two or three seconds, Zhu Jin slowly emerged from the shadows.
There was no trace of drunkenness in his eyes; they were clear and bright, like the gentle warmth of the sun.
…
downstairs.
Shen Shuangmiao pushed open the door to the private room and went in; everyone was still making a ruckus.
Only Fu Xuan looked at her with a hint of worry in his eyes, and immediately noticed her slightly swollen lips.
He clenched his fist, his expression changed, and he asked in a low voice, "Did he bully you?"
Shen Shuangmiao didn't know what to say, so she could only shake her head, pick up her chopsticks to eat something, but then put them down because she had no appetite.
At this moment, Gao Lan came over with a drink in hand, already quite drunk.
"Boss, I contacted Moyun Group. They're looking for a design team to work with long-term. Shall we give it a try?"
The voices of the crowd rose up around them.
"This is worth a try, Mr. Shen! I feel like we have a very good chance!"
"Yes, what we need right now is long-term contracts so that our income can be stable!"
Shen Shuangmiao was preoccupied with many thoughts, her slightly trembling fingers gripping the wine glass tightly.
She forced a smile: "Okay, I'll talk to them tomorrow. Let's all have dinner."
The private room became lively again.
Zhu Jin did not reappear until the celebration banquet ended.
The next morning.
Shen Shuangmiao arrived at Moyun Group half an hour earlier than the agreed time.
She wore a simple white suit, her long hair was smooth, and her makeup was exquisite but not ostentatious.
"Mu Shuang Design Studio?"
The receptionist checked the appointment list: "Ah, your meeting is upstairs. Several directors from the investment department have already arrived."
Shen Shuangmiao nodded and adjusted her breathing.
As the elevator ascended, she repeatedly checked the proposal and tablet in her bag.
When she pushed open the conference room door, Shen Shuangmiao froze on the spot.
At the end of the long table, Zhu Jin stood languidly, the handprint she had left the night before still faintly visible on her left cheek.
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