Chapter 30 Utter Disappointment
"I'm back."
Before he returned, his voice preceded his arrival. The tightly closed door was pushed open, and Shen Jingsi stared blankly at the lifeless living room for two seconds before heading upstairs.
"Baby?"
"Little Zhenzhen..."
"Lu Zhenyu?"
He wandered through the various rooms, finally standing back on the second-floor corridor, hands on his hips, looking around.
The shouts echoed through the villa, but only two camellias lying quietly on the floor in front of the fireplace answered silently.
After searching in vain for several days, Shen Jingsi returned from outside and stood on the balcony. With a stern face, he shouted angrily at everyone around him: "Lu Zhenyu!"
The night is deep and quiet.
The unlit villa resembled a severely wounded lion, silently lurking in the pitch-black night.
Silence, loneliness, waiting for hope or death.
He remained seated on the sofa, his phone vibrating incessantly on the coffee table, his eyes fixed on the dehumidifier that was constantly running, peering through the darkness.
Even at this moment, he still refused to admit it.
Lu Zhenyu ran away.
They ran away again.
He had thought he could win her over and keep her with him.
But he forgot that this woman was born with wings and had a criminal record.
And her favorite thing to do was to sneak away from him.
…
Night Paradise, as the name suggests, is a paradise of blissful indulgence where one escapes the hell on earth when night falls.
Laughter and chatter filled the 401 private room, with men embracing beautiful women and toasting each other.
Waiters kneel to serve wine and fruit platters, top-tier massage therapists wait patiently by the sidelines, and celebrities, models, and professional singers—as long as these people throw down stacks of money that they consider worthless, they can enjoy the treatment of an ancient emperor.
After dealing with a few friends and drinking quite a bit, Si Weihuang sat down next to Shen Jinchuan and put his arm around him.
"Chuan'er, do you think your brother is possessed? I haven't seen him move all night."
As they spoke, Shen Jingsi, sitting alone on a sofa, took a swig of wine from his glass. His gaze drifted aimlessly to one spot, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Shen Jinchuan raised an eyebrow. "This wasn't moved."
Si Wei curled his lips, "Then I have to find him and demand an explanation. He promised to bring Little Pearl to play with me a couple of days ago, but where are they? They both stood me up."
He was about to get up when Shen Jinchuan stopped him, saying, "I advise you not to go."
Siwei hiccuped, "What? He could rape me?"
Looking at him like he's half-dead, it's obvious even to a fool that he's just trying to seduce Little Pearl and is still unsatisfied.
"..." Shen Jinchuan lowered his voice, "My sister Zhenyu has gone missing."
"What the heck?"
Shen Jingsi didn't say a word all night, drinking alone in silence. No one dared to approach him because of his chilling aura.
The man lay amidst a pile of wine bottles, his stubble now fully grown, his black silk shirt wrinkled and disheveled. He lay sprawled on the sofa, his lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, radiating a thick aura of death. It was impossible to know what he was thinking at that moment.
It was rare to see Shen Jingsi like this among his brothers. Back when Lu Zhenyu got married, he wasn't this heartbroken; he was more likely to cause a ruckus.
As the party was about to end, Si Wei, who had just returned with a beautiful woman, bumped into Duan Xi'er, who was helping Shen Jingsi walk out of the private room.
He was taken aback, looking at the woman, then at Shen Jingsi, who was fast asleep leaning against her.
"You...you're going to take him away?"
Duan Xi'er didn't like Si Wei's sharp tongue and gave him a "what do you think?" look.
As he was thinking, he added, "Mother Shen asked me to pick him up."
They came with the Empress Dowager's imperial sword.
Si Wei licked his lips, his narrowed eyes revealing a cunning glint. "You wouldn't have taken my brother away and forced yourself on him, only to use him to climb the social ladder later, would you?"
Duan Xi'er: "..."
"Si Wuwei, are you sick?"
Even if Duan Xi'er loved Shen Jingsi to death, she wouldn't be so shameless as to offer herself to him.
She has pride and dignity!
“What illness do I have? I didn’t go out of my way to become an adulterer to a married woman.”
Si Wei muttered something, but Duan Xi'er didn't hear it clearly. "What did you say?"
He crossed his arms, leaned closer with a wicked grin, and said, "I'm telling you, you've got designs on our little Sisi."
"..."
Too lazy to deal with anyone anymore, Duan Xi'er had her bodyguards carry Shen Jingsi away, and then walked up to Si Wei and stomped hard on his instep!
"Serves you right for not being able to find Si Yiqiao for four years. Do you know why? It's all because of the mess your foul mouth has made!"
Upon being asked about the forbidden zone, Siwei's face instantly darkened, and his smile froze on his face.
Duan Xi'er, who was only responsible for lighting the fire, said her piece and ran off. As she left, she heard a loud "bang" from the private room!
The crystal coffee table, laden with millions of dollars worth of liquor, was kicked over, and the man cursed in a deep voice, "Fuck you!"
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The Rolls-Royce drove steadily on the way back to the Shen residence.
The back of the car was dimly lit, and the drunk man lay quietly on the woman's lap.
Shen Jingsi's face, like his personality, is flamboyant, unrestrained, roguish, and domineering.
Each of his facial features possesses a unique charm that makes it hard for the opposite sex to look away, and once they get close, they are unwilling to leave.
Duan Xi'er gently stroked his sharp eyebrows with her fingertips, her burning eyes gazing longingly at his sleeping face.
This is the man she has loved for over a decade, and most of the choices in her life have been made because of him.
If asked what the biggest regret is today...
It must be because she didn't appear in his life a few years earlier, which allowed Lu Zhenyu, who appeared earlier, to steal his heart and his love.
How could Duan Xi'er, who was equally outstanding in appearance and family background, be willing to accept this?
What makes Lu Zhenyu so special?
Just because her parents died and her family declined, is Heaven going to make amends by arranging for her to be placed by Shen Jingsi's side ahead of time?
Duan Xi'er was unwilling to accept her fate.
If fate doesn't favor her, then she'll fight for it herself and take it for herself.
No one can take away anything she wants.
…
Feng Manman has been quite busy these past few days.
During the day, she would be dragged by her second aunt to meet her future in-laws, and at night she would burn incense, bathe, and kneel in front of the Buddhist hall to pray.
"May Buddha have mercy, I beg you to protect my daughter Lu Zhenyu, and let the Zheng family be destroyed as soon as possible, and let the parasites of the capital die out as soon as possible."
"May Buddha have mercy, Amitabha!"
The repeated kowtows left Feng's mother, standing nearby, completely bewildered.
The old servant beside her asked with a smile, "When did this third young lady become a Buddhist?"
The servant who served Feng Manman explained, "Mother Lin, you don't know this, but ever since she came back last week, the Third Miss has been burning incense and bathing every day and devoted herself to Buddhist worship. She has been eating vegetarian food for five days straight."
The old servant looked at the man with great surprise, "Oh dear, have they fallen for some kind of spell?"
The older generation always believed in some supernatural beings, but it wasn't exactly superstition.
The key point is that who could imagine that someone who dared to climb into a Buddha statue, cross their legs, and eat bananas as a child would suddenly start chanting Amitabha Buddha's name?
It would be strange if it weren't.
After bowing ninety-one times with utmost sincerity, Feng Manman stood up, wincing and supporting her aching back, and waved to her mother.
"Second Aunt, I'll stop here with Buddha for today. You guys continue, I'm leaving."
As everyone watched her go, Feng Manman, her back aching, walked out of the Buddhist hall.
My phone started vibrating continuously in my pocket at that moment.
She sat down on the edge of the flower bed, crossed her legs, and opened WeChat.
Xia Feifei: "Big news! Look at the photos!"
It's Duan Xier's WeChat Moments. The first part consists of everyday snapshots, such as arranging flowers with Shen's mother at the Shen family home, having a reunion dinner for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and shopping.
All of these are fine, but the most suspicious one is the fifth photo, with two hands clasped together.
There's also an eighth selfie of Duan Xier. The photo is compressed and a bit blurry, but you can vaguely see half a sleepy eye and a sharp nose in the lower right corner. It's obvious that the man is lying on her lap.
Upon seeing this, Feng Manman jumped up, her back pain vanished, and she made a phone call to chase after them.
"what is going on?"
I don't know who first copied it from Duan Xier's WeChat Moments; Xia Feifei also learned about it from her girlfriends' group chat.
"Anyway, the whole industry is talking about how the two of them are completely locked in and their families are discussing an engagement."
"But I find it hard to believe that the man in this photo could really be Shen Jingsi?"
You won't find another man in the entire capital wearing a custom-made wide black and silver pinky ring.
Feng Manman's lips were etched with black lines. "Who else could it be but him?"
"It really is him!" Xia Feifei was a little confused. "But didn't you say he still loves Zhenyu? In the blink of an eye, he's holding hands with Duan Xi'er and they're even sleeping in each other's arms?"
Although they're in a circle that likes to have fun, they don't just mess around.
While indulging in extravagant pleasures and a life of luxury is true, there are also plenty of people who are committed to being with one person for eternity.
It's often said that wealthy and powerful families produce romantics, and that's certainly true. Xia Feifei thinks that all the romantics in the world are probably gathered in their circle.
"How would I know!" Feng Manman grabbed a handful of hair in frustration. "Damn it! I'm furious right now. Just wait, I have to find that bastard Shen Jingsi and get to the bottom of this!"
After hanging up the phone, Feng Manman immediately called Shen Jingsi.
No one answered the first time, so I called again, and finally got a reply after a while.
Before she could speak, a voice came from the other end of the line, "Manman? A-Si is taking a shower. I'll have him call you when he's done."
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