Chapter 2: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (2)
From the fact that Shen Tangqing lived in the servant’s room of the Jiang family, one could tell he didn’t have a good life there.
His father was unknown. After his mother, Shen Huayan, married into the Jiang family, he moved in with her.
Shen Huayan was a mistress who climbed to the top, indirectly causing the death of Jiang Qingyan’s mother, who was already in poor health.
Because of this, Jiang Qingyan harbored an equal hatred for both Shen Huayan and Shen Tangqing.
Shen Huayan thought marrying into a wealthy family meant living the life of a rich wife.
What she never expected was that life after marriage would be practically the same as a nanny’s, just with the added duty of sleeping with the master, and getting to eat at the table.
Especially after Jiang Qingyan inherited the company, life in the Jiang household became even more cautious, like walking on thin ice.
Whenever he was in a bad mood, he would vent his anger on Shen Tangqing.
In such a repressive environment, Shen Tangqing grew up sensitive and inferior, his personality gradually becoming twisted.
Therefore, in college, when the protagonist shou, Xiao Yu, was the only poor person in their four-person dorm, he developed a strange sense of superiority.
He made it his hobby to bully Xiao Yu.
And it was through him that Xiao Yu met Jiang Qingyan. Later, to curry favor with Qin Yizhou, he drugged Xiao Yu and sent him to Qin Yizhou’s bed.
Of course, as a malicious cannon fodder, Shen Tangqing’s end was miserable.
Xiao Yu didn’t even need to lift a finger; his husbands helped him torment Shen Tangqing to death.
Thus, the curtain fell on a generation of malicious cannon fodder.
What followed was a hundred chapters of Xiao Yu and a group of people playing “you chase, I flee,” alpha-male competitions, hellish battlegrounds, and crematorium-style grovelingāa large-scale “legal education program.”
The length of those descriptions gave Shen Tangqing the illusion that the story was longer than his life.
In the end, Xiao Yu accepted everyone into his “harem.”
Shen Tangqing mentally shouted: Awesome.
Seven days a week, one for each day isn’t even enough! Heād have to double up!!!
This Xiao Yu is a wolf.
Even more ruthless than a ruthless man.
Jiang Qingyan didn’t go to work today.
Shen Tangqing waited for him to go upstairs before leaving the house.
He didn’t have a car and had to go outside the residential area to hail a taxi.
In the villa district, just walking to the community gate took more than twenty minutes.
Shen Tangqing braved the harsh sun. Within minutes, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He reached out and brushed his bangs to the side, revealing a smooth forehead.
Beep beep…
The sound of a car horn made Shen Tangqing pause. He turned to see a Rolls Royce driving toward him.
Shen Tangqing shuffled to the side.
He couldn’t help but sigh; having money must be nice.
Unexpectedly, the Rolls Royce stopped when it reached him.
The window slowly rolled down.
Revealing half of Fu Sizhao’s handsome face.
He curled his lips at Shen Tangqing, his voice somewhat lazy.
“Shen…” Fu Sizhao only remembered that Shen Tangqing’s surname was Shen; he hadn’t memorized the specific name.
He raised an eyebrow at Shen Tangqing, his tone somewhat superior. “What’s your name again, Shen something?”
Shen Tangqing: “…”
He hadn’t expected to meet Fu Sizhao here.
But on second thought, living in the same villa district, running into him didn’t seem too strange.
Fu Sizhao was not only Jiang Qingyan’s good friend but also a business partner.
Knowing the messy affairs of the Jiang family, he naturally wouldn’t hold Shen Tangqing in any regard.
Not remembering his name was perfectly normal.
However, a high-and-mighty CEO driving himself? Shen Tangqing tutted twice in his heart.
This wasn’t quite like what was shown on TV!
Suppressing his thoughts, Shen Tangqing shrank his shoulders and replied somewhat timidly,
“Brother Fu, my name is Shen Tangqing.”
Fu Sizhao let out a “Hmm.” His gaze fell blatantly on Shen Tangqing’s sun-flushed face.
It looked as if it had been dyed with a layer of thin rouge. Even the tips of his ears were pink. He looked much more pleasing to the eye than in Fu Sizhao’s memory.
After a few seconds, he spoke leisurely,
“Where are you going? I’ll give you a ride.”
Shen Tangqing was certainly willing.
After all, climbing up the social ladder to become a superior person had always been his dream.
The circles he “couldn’t squeeze into” were too tempting for him. He even dreamed of one day trampling Jiang Qingyan under his feet.
So, it was impossible to refuse Fu Sizhao’s ‘kindness’.
He smiled fawningly at Fu Sizhao. “That would be too embarrassing!” Then he paused for a second. “Then I won’t be polite. Thank you, Brother Fu.”
Fu Sizhao watched his sycophantic appearance and couldn’t help but hook his lips. That hint of careless amusement at the corners of his eyes added a touch of wickedness.
There was someone sitting in the passenger seat, so Shen Tangqing could only sit in the back.
Opening the car door, he silently retracted his bared teeth.
There was a man sitting in the back seat. His back was straight, and he wore a well-tailored black shirt buttoned up to the second button, revealing clear and sharp collarbone lines.
He didn’t look at Shen Tangqing. His eyes were lowered.
His long lashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line. His whole body exuded a world-weary aura that said ‘strangers keep away.’
It wasn’t until Shen Tangqing froze at the door that he slowly raised his eyes.
A sharp gaze carrying an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Shen Tangqing didn’t recognize this man.
After awkwardly saying sorry, he closed the door, went around to the other side, and got in.
As soon as he entered the car cabin, Shen Tangqing felt alive again. This weather was only suitable for staying in air-conditioned places.
“Shen Tangqing, where are you going?”
The car started slowly. Fu Sizhao glanced at him through the rearview mirror and asked casually.
“Brother Fu, I’m going to Jing University. If it’s not on the way, you can drop me at the intersection, I’ll take a taxi…”
Before he could finish, Fu Sizhao chuckled lightly and looked at Shen Tangqing in the mirror.
“On the way. How could it not be on the way? Wherever you’re going, I’m on the way.”
The man sitting in the passenger seat also chimed in, “Right, on the way, quite on the way.”
After speaking, he turned around to look at Shen Tangqing. “Little Brother Shen is studying at Jing University?”
Shen Tangqing finally saw the man’s full appearance clearly.
High and three-dimensional brow bone, slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of peach blossom eyes with tails tilting slightly upward. His pupils were a lighter shade of brown, looking as if they contained light when he looked at people, gentle enough to drown someone.
But paired with his high nose bridge and thin lips, when he smiled, there was a vague hint of coldness. Contradictory and alluring.
Shen Tangqing nodded politely and distantly.
The man seemed unaware of Shen Tangqing’s coldness and spoke with great familiarity,
“Then we are alumni. I also studied at Jing University back then and was the student council president…”
Before the man finished speaking, he was coldly interrupted by the man sitting next to Shen Tangqing.
“Wen Ci, you talk too much.” The voice was low and deep, like ice beads falling on a jade plate, emotionless yet carrying a trace of pressure.
Wen Ci shrugged helplessly, but the smile in his peach blossom eyes didn’t diminish.
“I’m just exchanging feelings with the little junior. Brother Lu, don’t keep wearing that iceberg face, you might scare the little junior.”
After saying that, he looked at Shen Tangqing with a smile again. “Little Junior, my name is Wen Ci. You can call me Brother Wen~”
Shen Tangqing was surprised for a moment internally.
Because Wen Ci was also one of Xiao Yu’s harem members, but Wen Ci wasn’t from Jing City; he was from City A. He was also a wealthy CEO.
However, is this CEO so approachable?
As for the High-Cold Brother beside him, Shen Tangqing didn’t know who he was, but judging by Wen Ci’s address, his status shouldn’t be low.
Twitching the corner of his mouth, Shen Tangqing followed his words and called out, “Brother Wen.”
Wen Ci let out an “Ay,” a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
His whole body radiated a feeling of being pleased by the address.
In fact, he genuinely thought Shen Tangqing called him nicely.
“Be quiet.”
The man in the back seat spoke again, his tone still icy, only the finger resting on his knee twitched imperceptibly.
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