Chapter 33
After Shen Qianli left, the private room became much quieter, and the savvy investors quickly withdrew. In the blink of an eye, only Shen Yiheng and Zhuang Yazhi remained in the room.
The melodious music drifted over, but Shen Yiheng had no appetite. He took a sip of red wine, which was both sweet and spicy, and it made his heart race.
"Are you fully recovered?"
Zhuang Yazhi froze for a second, then subconsciously moved a little further away from her seat, though not by much.
The intense gazes fell upon me like scorching fire.
Ever since realizing that he wasn't the mastermind behind the car accident, Zhuang Yazhi had always felt indebted to him. The blatant predatory intent emanating from him made her uneasy, as if she were about to be forcibly taken advantage of.
"My foot... my foot isn't healed yet," he stammered, feeling guilty for lying.
Shen Yiheng raised his hand, and his soft palm naturally landed on Zhuang Yazhi's slender, fair legs. He gently kneaded them like a massage, the pressure was very comfortable, just enough to relieve the fatigue of a day out.
"You don't need to do anything."
Before Zhuang Yazhi could react, she was lifted into the air and panicked by the sudden feeling of weightlessness. She had no choice but to cling to his strong arms and bury her head deeper and deeper, her face turning pink from the heat of his skin.
asshole.
They don't even spare patients who have just recovered.
Upon arriving at the basement level, Shen Yiheng gently placed Zhuang Yazhi in the passenger seat. He scrutinized her flushed cheeks, as she shyly looked up.
As he helped the person to their seat, Shen Yiheng squatted down, his voice hoarse: "You miss my embrace, don't you?" He held on tightly even after sitting down.
Zhuang Yazhi almost reflexively pulled her hand back, her red lips lightly brushing against his smooth cheek as she turned her face away, leaving only a faint red mark.
The air burned intensely with the pervasive heat, and even without walking, Zhuang Yazhi was still sweltering.
Shen Yiheng leaned against the car, his muscular body half-pressing down, blocking the passenger exit perfectly, while simultaneously taking in Zhuang Yazhi's clumsy attempt to fasten her seatbelt while feigning composure.
But with just a glance, his brows furrowed in a fierce and disgusted expression. "Do you really think I, Shen Yiheng, am a complete beast who would lay a hand on a patient?"
"Yes." Zhuang Yazhi raised her eyes and stared coldly at him.
Within the small space, undercurrents flowed, both men were gathering their strength, neither willing to yield an inch.
Shen Yiheng smiled helplessly, but this smile instantly brought him joy, and excitement welled up from within.
That stubborn look was quite sharp; he was always going against him.
"As expected, you understand me best."
He really just wants to be a beast.
It would be so nice to be a beast, at least you'd have meat to eat.
With the car doors locked, Zhuang Yazhi had no chance of getting out.
The voices around me were faint, yet they concealed a deadly danger.
"The doctor told me this morning that you are recovering very well."
"I've missed you so much, it's been a few days."
He practically gritted his teeth as he uttered the last word, and you could see through the rearview mirror that he was straining his entire body, a surging, predatory urge pressing down on him.
Zhuang Ya was startled and tightened her grip on the seatbelt.
A stingy and calculating person like him would meticulously plan every step he takes.
We're just waiting for them to come and catch her.
But things weren't that bad yet. Zhuang Yazhi took a deep breath and slowly sat up straight.
At least she wasn't necessarily the one who lost out; she also felt pleasure and enjoyed the process.
Since he wants it, let's give him a chance to serve.
In early summer, the days are long and the nights are short.
But as long as the lights are off, or candles are lit, the room can always be dark.
A multicolored black.
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I hadn't been back to Qianhai for two days when I received a dismissal letter from Shen Qianli as soon as I stepped inside. The reason given was that I hadn't attended yesterday's shareholders' meeting, which violated the rules and regulations of the shareholders' meeting.
Zhuang Yazhi tore up the termination notice right in front of Shen Qianli.
With her around, Shen Qianli has no say in Qianhai Technology.
Zhuang Yazhi took her seat amidst the focused gazes of the crowd, showing no fear in the face of Shen Qianli's fierce gaze, and confronted her head-on: "If you want to remove me, you'll have to invite the major shareholder over."
“However,” Zhuang Yazhi smiled dismissively, his cold profile devoid of any emotion.
"He's too tired these past few days, he can't come."
Others couldn't understand, but Shen Qianli blushed deeply after hearing it. She glared at Zhuang Yazhi but couldn't do anything about it, and finally could only leave the table in anger.
She now hates that incompetent ruler who holds power even more than Zhuang Yazhi.
However, Shen Qianli didn't have many ways to vent her frustrations. Zhuang Yazhi just watched her quietly clean up the table and curse Zhuang Haiming.
"Poor old Deng."
Zhuang Yazhi did not pity him.
In two weeks, Qianhai Technology will have been established for six months.
Although the leadership wasn't great, at least the team they recruited was capable of getting things done. In just over six months, they achieved innovative technological breakthroughs and won the first prize in the team science and technology innovation competition at an international science and technology competition.
Technology and accolades have indirectly contributed to the company's market value growth.
As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed in, Shen Yiheng lazily twisted his neck.
"Mr. Zhuang has a good eye. Whether it's investing in companies or people, he knows how to find the best."
Her voice was hoarse, her clear eyes were sometimes hazy, and the rumpled sheets told the whole story of last night's madness.
He casually put on his morning robe, leaving the upper body untied, exposing large areas of thin, fleshy skin, with faint bluish-red marks visible in the dim light.
Zhuang Yazhi agreed with the first half of the statement, but the second half...
She turned around and rolled her eyes, speechless.
The repeated intimacy over the past few days made Shen Yiheng somewhat complacent. He strolled up to Zhuang Yazhi, his domineering gaze capturing her, getting closer inch by inch, not allowing her any chance to dodge.
"What kind of relationship do we have now?"
He seemed to be asking a question, but his vaguely humble posture could not conceal his fervent desire for recognition.
Zhuang Yazhi raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly, exuding both charm and aloofness.
She raised her hand and gently brushed it across Shen Yiheng's cheek, slowly moving it down to his earlobe, lingering on his hot Adam's apple.
People who demand recognition are fools, because they are unwilling to accept it and know that they are just being played.
Zhuang Yazhi was sizing him up, ruthlessly tugging at his morning robe.
She knew Shen Yiheng's temperament well; a title was not something to be given lightly. Once it was given, he would take advantage of her and become even more demanding.
She doesn't like overly complicated relationships.
"These past few days, Ms. Shen has been nagging me, saying that your grandfather has introduced you to a few pretty girls, and if you like them, you can get to know them better."
Cold words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing all of Shen Yiheng's enthusiasm.
Perhaps he was overly sensitive, but he noticed the fleeting resolute glint in Zhuang Yazhi's cold eyes.
He was unwilling to give up and only managed to barely manage to ease the tension.
"You've misunderstood, I don't want to know you..."
Before she could finish speaking, Zhuang Yazhi pushed the person away and quickly left the villa. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the lonely figure was standing motionless in the room.
For three days in a row, Zhuang Yazhi did not contact him, and even ignored his messages, refusing to meet.
As Shen Qianli passed by, she secretly observed them. She noticed that the two hadn't been in contact for several days and naively thought that her recommendation of those people had successfully trapped Shen Yiheng.
A cold, mocking voice came from under the door: "Men are all like that, they get tired of the old and crave the new. Don't think you're an exception."
Zhuang Yazhi put the document down.
She agreed with that statement.
Women are all like that, they get tired of the old and crave the new, and Shen Yiheng was no exception in her case.
The world is so beautiful, how can we let a man hold us back from exploring its wonders?
That same day, Zhuang Yazhi invited Cai Siyue to go out and have fun. Shen Qianli was furious when she saw this and chased after her, shouting.
The two exchanged a knowing glance and shook her off at the corner.
On stage, handsome male models are singing and dancing.
Offstage, the two drank one glass of wine after another, just to enjoy themselves to the fullest.
The music and the clinking of glasses filled the air, and in just a short while, the two began to act out in a drunken frenzy.
"Drink, this is the place for us strong women."
A row of handsome men dancing face-to-face, their energy and vitality are overflowing.
Zhuang Yazhi glanced at the group of men a few times. They were good-looking, but she felt that something was missing.
Out of the corner of her eye, a solitary figure at the bar caught her attention; a flash of light illuminated his back, highlighting his loneliness.
His movements as he poured the wine were somewhat clumsy, perhaps because the wine was too strong, and he occasionally choked and coughed.
When he was quite tipsy, he stood up and walked out along the bar area, holding onto the wall for support.
As she turned around, Zhuang Yazhi saw the man's face clearly.
The man had clear eyes and a refined demeanor. Even when drunk, he remained elegant, and even his farewell to the bartender was gentle.
His shirt was neat and his attire was clean and elegant, like a gentleman with a gentle demeanor.
Just by looking at his refined and scholarly demeanor, one can tell that he is not from an ordinary family.
Perhaps it was because the people in this place were not particularly outstanding, but the occasional appearance of a striking individual directly aroused Zhuang Yazhi's curiosity and desire to explore.
"Go outside for some fresh air." Zhuang Yazhi patted Cai Siyue's hand, gesturing for her to walk outside.
Summer has arrived, but the nights remain hot and humid.
The steam mixed with the smell of alcohol wafted out, and Zhuang Yazhi's face turned bright red.
The streetlights were too dim, and she didn't see the pebbles under her feet and tripped unexpectedly.
"Be careful." Just as Zhuang Yazhi was about to fall, Cheng Yan caught him. Zhuang Yazhi was so drunk that he could barely stand and could only hold onto Cheng Yan's hand.
Cheng Yan helped the person to sit down on a stone bench and thoughtfully handed them a bottle of water: "Drinking some water might make you feel better."
The two sat side by side, and Cheng Yan could clearly smell the sweet wine aroma floating in the air.
"Thanks." Zhuang Yazhi took the water.
After sitting for a while, the cool breeze helped Zhuang Yazhi regain her senses.
When her vision was blurry, she stared at Cheng Yan's face blatantly for a long time until her vision began to dizzy before she turned her attention to the distance.
She always felt a vague sense of familiarity about Cheng Yan's face.
Have we met before?
Cheng Yan's smile was gentle and somewhat shy. His innate approachability gave him a beautiful and warm aura, making him especially dazzling in the midnight hour.
"Let's be friends."
"My name is Cheng Yan, what's yours?"
Those bright and sincere eyes were so moving that Zhuang Yazhi stared at them for a moment, lost in thought.
"Zhuang Yazhi."
"It's a pleasure to meet you." She was genuinely happy to have met Cheng Yan, her new friend.
When she got home that night, Cheng Yan's gentle and sincere smile filled her mind.
The more she thought about it, the more familiar it seemed.
One morning, Zhuang Yazhi finally remembered where she was supposed to meet Cheng Yan.
In his previous life, Cheng Yan sat in the third row at his inauguration ceremony.
That was the exclusive spot for the powerful and wealthy in Haicheng.
However, Zhuang Yazhi had never seen this young master at the banquet.
It really piqued her curiosity.
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