"Sheng Wenzhi, what do you mean?"
Shang Yechu suppressed her anger the whole way, and only after the car drove into the underground parking garage and Aunt Cai and her assistant made their escape did she finally ask the question.
Sheng Wenzhi walked expressionlessly towards his car: "This is boring."
Shang Yechu grabbed his arm, and Sheng Wenzhi shuddered, instinctively trying to shake her off. He failed, without a doubt.
Shang Yechu grabbed him, her tone almost aggressive: "Who are you calling someone who says one thing and means another?"
Sheng Wenzhi's lips twitched coldly: "You know the answer in your heart."
He's starting to act sarcastic and sarcastic!
Today's meal was supposed to be perfectly normal. But Sheng Wenzhi barged in first, asking about that damn script; then he pestered him relentlessly, forcing Shang Yechu to change the subject and talk about the dinner. At the restaurant entrance, Shang Yechu had already given him a chance to get lost—
Every single incident clearly shows that Sheng Wenzhi himself made things worse. He turned an ordinary affair of drinking and womanizing into such an ugly mess.
Shang Yechu thought she had been more than fair to Sheng Wenzhi. She had clearly told Assistant Shen to take him away immediately, but Sheng Wenzhi insisted on staying in that troublesome place. He was tactless, disobedient, arrogant, and foolish. If she weren't afraid that Sheng Wenzhi would come back and make a scene, ruining her reputation, Shang Yechu wouldn't bother with his nonsense at all!
Shang Yechu was furious, then laughed in exasperation: "Fine, fine, fine. I don't understand a single word. What are your thoughts on this meal, great writer?"
Sheng Wenzhi's eye twitched, his usual arrogant and disdainful demeanor replaced by an expression of shame: "Do you really want me to spell it out like this?"
Shang Yechu vaguely sensed that something was wrong and frowned deeply: "I don't think you understand anything."
"Hmm." Sheng Wenzhi sneered, "You invited me to this meal, wasn't your original intention to introduce me to this President Shen?"
The air stood still for a moment.
Shang Yechu almost thought there was something wrong with her ears: "..."
The shocking silence was taken by Sheng Wenzhi as tacit agreement. Sheng Wenzhi said coldly, "You didn't want to face President Shen alone, so you planned to drag me down with you to divert his attention. He told you 'we made an agreement,' but what did you agree on? That after you messed with me, you wouldn't touch me?"
The air seemed to have frozen.
It is said that when a person is extremely angry, their vision will go black in waves. Shang Yechu did not experience blackouts, but she felt that the garage lights were too bright, casting double images of the scenery in front of her.
She repeated almost mechanically, "Would I drag you down with me?"
Shang Yechu heard her own voice say, "Is that how you see me?... No, besides, even if I wanted to drag someone down with me, why would I drag a grown man like you into it?"
"You dragged me into this because I'm a man, didn't you? Because you think that as a man, it's no big deal for that old man to touch me a couple of times, and it'll save you from feeling wronged!"
Shang Yechu was already feeling dizzy and involuntarily leaned against the car, her grip on Sheng Wenzhi loosening weakly.
Sheng Wenzhi continued, "Judging by my appearance, I'm a woman, so you can use me as a woman to please that old hag for you. But inside, I'm a man, so you don't need to feel guilty or worry about causing trouble. Cheap and easy to use, that's how you've always viewed me..."
"Smack!"
A resounding slap interrupted Sheng Wenzhi's reasoning, his face turned to the side, and he remained stunned for a long time.
Shang Yechu's hand hovered in mid-air, trembling slightly.
Sheng Wenzhi slowly turned his face back to the present, casually spitting the blood from his mouth onto the ground: "Look, you're always like this, you get angry and you start fighting. When those boys bullied the two of us in junior high, you were the one who went up to fight. In the end, you got beaten by your mother more often than those boys got beaten by you."
When he said these words, Sheng Wenzhi had no expression on his face, as if he were talking about someone else's business.
Shang Yechu murmured, "If I invited you to take the blame, why did I stop President Shen when he made his move?"
Sheng Wenzhi sighed: "Because that's just you. You don't put in the effort to be a good person, and you're not thorough enough in being a bad person. That old fool said those reckless things at the dinner table, which gave you leverage. You started to think that you could win this game without sacrificing me, so you went back on your word."
Literally, Sheng Wenzhi's deduction seemed almost flawless. Shang Yechu was almost convinced. Because Shang Yechu was indeed the kind of person he described, neither purely good nor purely evil, so even if he achieved victory, he often lived in pain and inner turmoil.
“You’re doing very well now. My script was even made into a movie for you, which did you a huge favor,” Sheng Wenzhi said indifferently. “Back then, I used you as material for my research, so I owed you. But today, you also sold me off like merchandise. We’re even. To be honest, this actually makes me feel relieved.”
Sheng Wenzhi dusted off his clothes, took out a handkerchief, and wiped his temples with disgust.
“You understand me very well, and I understand you very well too. I will always remember how I felt when you first saw right through me. Therefore, before vulgar things pollute my feelings at that time, I must leave you.” Sheng Wenzhi let out a breath, and the expression on his face actually became relaxed.
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