Chapter 45
Backstage at the press conference, Shen Yiheng was waiting for Su Yazhi. Just one sentence was enough to make her stop in her tracks.
"There are black bears near the mountaintop; be careful of being attacked."
Su Ya's heart was in turmoil and taut.
She moved swiftly, pushing Shen Yiheng behind the black curtain in three quick steps. Even though Shen Yiheng was half a head taller, Su Yazhi's cold and ruthless aura, like a python, almost overwhelmed him, her sharp scrutiny like threading a needle, making the small space feel infinitely tighter.
Shen Yiheng's sharp jawline creates a captivating, three-dimensional curve, exuding a sly yet powerful charm.
He casually tugged at his bow tie, and his unsteady breathing caused his chest to heave violently, enough to make his ears feel stuffy and flushed.
Even the sweat was out of control, glistening beads of sweat dripping out and wetting the sliding Adam's apple, the temperature soaring to a stuffy, humid state.
He parted his thin lips slightly, his deep voice trembling with each breath, and said, "From now on, just let me do these things. Don't get your hands dirty."
His dark pupils were sincere and earnest, captivating in a second. Su Ya hesitated for a few seconds, then finally released Shen Yiheng with a sullen expression.
The force was considerable, but Shen Yiheng did it on purpose. As his back hit the wall, he let out a soft moan, which was undoubtedly a fatal temptation for her to come closer.
"Mind your own business." Her red lips were icy cold, and she maintained a cold and aloof demeanor, keeping everyone at arm's length. Su Yazhi hated being controlled the most.
As she turned to leave, a fierce grip came from her wrist. Shen Yiheng was determined and pulled her into his arms, giving her almost no room to maneuver. His large palms gently caressed her slender lower back until the fragrance made him squint and become intoxicated before he was willing to give her a chance to catch her breath.
"I miss you so much." With deep affection and sincere words, Shen Yiheng couldn't bear to use brute force and cherished her tenderly.
Rejection hurts, meeting him is painful, only a hug can barely calm him down, but the tenderness he snatches away makes him feel inexplicably stifled.
The tall man, standing at 1.9 meters, buried his face in the crook of her neck, stubbornly refusing to pull away.
“Hey,” Su Yazhi called out in dissatisfaction.
Men are hard to deal with.
There were quite a few people passing by, and every now and then someone would walk towards this corner. To avoid attracting attention, we had to take him away first.
Back at the villa, Shen Yiheng launched into a long, all-night outpouring of his longing and yearning.
Afterwards, Su Yazhi felt like he was being crushed. He was like a madman, and she didn't know where he got such incredible strength from.
Even though we had agreed before coming back that it would only be for meals.
The room was completely dark, except for the warm light from the nightlight on the bedside table that alternated between bright and dim.
Shen Yiheng sat back on the headboard, half-covered by the silk quilt, breathing shallowly; the smoke curled into his brows as he breathed evenly, his chest rising and falling with each breath, fully enjoying this long-lost moment of comfort and freedom.
"Ya Ya?" A warm palm covered her lower back.
Su Yazhi's bright profile was flushed pink. She had no strength left to struggle and succumbed to the warm embrace. Exhaustion made her mind gradually become hazy.
The reckoning didn't happen until the afternoon of the following day.
Shen Yiheng remained resentful about Cheng Yan spending the night at Su Ya's house, especially after their intimate encounter, which made him even more smug.
"You've been getting quite close to Cheng Yan lately," he said casually, his greedy gaze following Su Yazhi's every move.
Su Yazhi ignored him, choosing to selectively disregard him.
Shen Yiheng still had questions.
Su Yazhi threw the skirt at his face, her temper flaring up: "I told you to be gentle, you've torn it all up, what am I supposed to wear?"
He didn't even leave her with a pair of underwear.
After being scolded, Shen Yiheng became noticeably more obedient, obediently taking out new clothes from the closet and handing them over timidly: "Are you coming back tonight?"
Su Yazhi ignored him and left after putting on her clothes.
Zhuang Haiming's belongings have all been thrown away, and the house looks much more comfortable now.
Just as I was about to sunbathe in the garden, an uninvited guest arrived at the door.
It was John. Su Yazhi hadn't seen him since he was in prison, so she was a little surprised by his sudden appearance.
"Where is Zhuang Haiming?" This was the first thing he asked, his expression cold and uncharacteristically different from his usual demeanor, his questioning tone bordering on accusation.
Zhuang Haiming's absence from the Nanya International press conference sparked considerable discussion, especially since he hadn't made an appearance since the symposium.
Su Yazhi refused to tell him, instead asking, "Are you here to divide the family property?" Her few words left him speechless.
“That’s not what I meant,” John hurriedly argued.
"Okay," Su Yazhi replied casually, then closed the door behind her.
She would fight or remain silent; she didn't care about anything else.
But the truth can't always be hidden forever. With Zhuang Haiming gone, a lot of things happened within Qianhai.
Shen Qianmei made the decision even earlier than her, and volunteered to be the executive director at the meeting.
The two exchanged a glance as if in tacit agreement, and Su Yazhi remained silent, tacitly agreeing.
The attendees were shocked. They were still somewhat wary of Shen Qianmei, having suffered greatly under Shen Qianli in the past. Letting another devilish person take over would only lead to repeated suffering.
At first there were dissenting voices, but after Shen Yiheng silently approved it, they didn't dare to utter a single word of protest again.
As for Zhuang Haiming's public statement, Cai Siyue consciously took on all the work.
Now she is Shen Qianmei's number one supporter, and she values reputation protection more than anyone else.
Everything seemed to go so smoothly, as if it were all falling into place naturally.
However, Cheng Yan did not seem very satisfied and remained silent during the meeting.
After the meeting, he approached Zhuang Yazhi and invited her to "have a chat?"
The two strolled along the beach, the sea breeze fluttering Su Yazhi's white skirt, blending seamlessly with the sky and water, even more dazzling than the setting sun.
Cheng Yan was immediately captivated, but also seemed preoccupied and lost in thought.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Zhuang Yazhi offered.
Cheng Yan shifted his gaze to the distance, the silence making his breathing faint.
After a long pause, he slowly spoke: "You seem to trust President Shen quite a bit."
Su Yazhi smiled calmly and strolled leisurely on the sofa.
She did not agree with this statement.
"Given the circumstances, if there happens to be someone suitable, then that's the best option at the moment."
Cheng Yan paused, hesitating as if he wanted to speak, his deep gaze only briefly glancing at the person before finally asking about their whereabouts: "May I ask where President Zhuang is?"
"It's inconvenient," Su Yazhi replied directly.
As they continued walking forward, Cheng Yan was left far behind, far ahead of the other two.
Compared to this hypocritical probing, Su Yazhi would rather he expose her directly, so that she might be able to chat with Cheng Yan a little longer.
Even arguing would be more painful than this awkward silence.
She disdains being a good person and is unafraid to let others know that she, Su Yazhi, is a bad person.
In the end, Cheng Yan caught up with her. The awkward atmosphere hadn't dissipated, and his blank expression showed his restraint.
Let's have dinner together.
As the sun sets over Xiluo, the evening glow hangs in the distant sky, marking the end of another day.
Su Yazhi accepted Cheng Yan's invitation, but the dinner table remained silent. His meticulous care only made people feel more distant.
That night, even the music inside the Nutcracker was so sad, and the somber atmosphere lingered for a long time.
Perhaps it was the alcohol that made his eyes red, but Cheng Yan's breathing became labored, and he poured out the pent-up frustration of the past few days in this sorrowful moment: "My parents are getting a divorce."
Since that dance, Shen Qianmei and Cheng Huai'an have been inseparable, and even a few people in the industry have heard about their relationship.
Su Ya guessed that Shen Qianmei might have already planned her goals before returning, determined to seize the opportunity.
I was just surprised by how fast she was.
I remember Luo Tianze as someone who wasn't easy to mess with. The fact that he could make her file for divorce shows that Shen Qianmei is indeed quite capable.
Unfortunately, Su Yazhi had no interest in getting involved in Shen Qianmei's affairs, and she was powerless to help, so she could only play the role of a listener.
"Do you think Shen Qianmei is a trustworthy ally?" Cheng Yan asked pointedly, staring intently at Su Yazhi and forcing a gaze.
The questioning, which felt like a coercion, pressed down on him. Cheng Yan was in a bad mood, her brows furrowed in a twisted way, but she couldn't bear to get too angry.
He clearly already knew something.
Whether it's credible or not, Su Yazhi won't comment, but at this stage, they can't deny that they have reached a tacit consensus.
They're not really allies; they're more like collaborators.
"And what about you?" Su Yazhi retorted, directly asking, "Who do you want to be allies with? And who do you want to eliminate?"
She couldn't wait to uncover the evil within Cheng Yan's heart and see how many secrets this seemingly perfect gentleman was hiding.
He meticulously planned almost every step he took, sparing no effort whatsoever.
The unexpected question disrupted Cheng Yan's thoughts, and he visibly panicked, slowly withdrawing his arm from the table.
But his reaction speed was also extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he suppressed his panic and unconsciously put on a mask of always being calm to people.
They came calmly, left uneasily, and even their probing was brief and to the point.
From that day on, the silent flames of civil war began to ignite, and Cheng Yan's suppression of Shen Qianmei was almost overwhelming.
With power and money suppressing them, the other shareholders just stood by and watched the show, enjoying the spectacle.
"Have you heard? The situation at Red Maple Capital is really ugly."
"Oh, look what's happened. I heard they were fighting in the underground parking garage this morning."
The two shareholders were cricket fighting in front of each other when Cheng Yan happened to pass by. His face turned ashen.
Su Yazhi saw all of this. Although life was ordinary, there were quite a few things to do.
There's also a baby in front of me who's crying for food and causing me trouble every day.
"I'm going back to the villa tonight."
Shen Yiheng stopped fiddling with the pen in his hand, slowly raised his head, and a hint of ordinary joy appeared on his usually cold profile, causing an unusually high heart rate.
He looked incredulous; the long-awaited favor had put him in a state of blissful confusion, leaving his mind blank and making him want to sleep.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the underground parking garage, their hurried footsteps echoing in the elevator lobby.
The moment the door closed, the oxygen was rapidly sucked away, and Su Yazhi collapsed into that burning hot chest, feeling dizzy and weak.
A comfortable life makes everything very simple.
Just like in this moment, all she wanted was to be an ordinary person, indulging in lust, lust, and always lust.
As midnight approached, Su Yazhi fell asleep peacefully. Shen Yiheng always habitually held her in his arms, the hot breath making his body even hotter.
"Come home with me for dinner tomorrow. Grandpa heard we're dating and wants to meet you." The familiar assertiveness was different this time, but it was tinged with a gentle plea.
Su Ya-zhi denied it: "We're not dating. At most, we just have sex."
As expected, he was rejected. Shen Yiheng frowned almost imperceptibly, his heart aching as if it were being scratched. He nimbly turned around and pinned the other person down, their hot skin rubbing against each other.
If you don't want to reply, then I'll keep doing it until I die.
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