Chapter 40: Why Are Your Clothes Dirty?
The night had turned completely dark.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Su Nian quickly raised his phone and began snapping photos of the Liang Sheng on the ground being held by the brute—360 degrees, no angle left out.
He specifically gave a close-up shot of Liang Sheng’s face, then picked up some blush powder and dabbed it lightly on his cheeks and the corners of his eyes. When the light hit him, his cheeks looked slightly flushed, making him look utterly decadent.
“He really looks the part like this…”
Su Nian felt a secret thrill in his heart. He was already impatiently imagining the look of fury on Shen Xingyu’s face.
Since he’d hated him for so many years, let him keep hating! He would not let Shen Xingyu develop any good feelings toward Liang Sheng. He knew this man better than anyone—he was ascetic and loathed “sltty” people most of all. Especially when that sltty person was his own wife of seven years.
This cuckold’s hat was becoming more and more interesting.
Su Nian bit his lip, but the corners of his mouth curled up wildly. He was almost laughing. Looking at the semi-nude photos he’d taken of Liang Sheng sleeping with a disreputable person in the Shen family’s own back garden—bringing an affair right into the house—what would the Old Master think?
The Old Master valued propriety and shame above all else.
Su Nian suppressed his inner excitement, looking this way and that as he admired Liang Sheng’s pathetic state. He frowned slightly, feeling that something was still missing, and reached out to give a hard pinch to the skin below Liang Sheng’s collarbone.
Liang Sheng’s skin was tender and fair; it couldn’t withstand such a pinch and quickly turned red. It looked quite like a bite mark.
This was exactly the effect Su Nian wanted. He gave several more hard pinches until Liang Sheng’s body was covered in dense, eye-piercing red marks.
Halfway through, Liang Sheng let out a pained moan that startled Su Nian. Fortunately, the drug was very strong, and he didn’t wake.
Su Nian breathed a sigh of relief. Daring not to delay, he quickly took even more scandalous photos.
A-Biao was already itching with desire and urged, “Are you done taking photos? Can I take this person away?”
Su Nian naturally knew what he wanted to do and warned fiercely, “I paid you just to cooperate with the photos! Stop thinking about things you shouldn’t! You aren’t allowed to covet this person!”
“Wait, I can’t take him? When you found me, you didn’t say that! I’m out. You’re wasting my time!” A-Biao stood up aggressively from the ground, grabbing his clothes to put them back on.
“Wait! I’m not done yet!”
Su Nian grabbed at his clothes anxiously.
A-Biao looked at him, his fists tightening as his knuckles cracked. “For that little bit of money, I thought the person would be mine afterward. You actually dared to trick me?”
“Hey, hey, what do you think you’re doing?! Do you know who this person on the ground is?”
Su Nian retreated in fear. If it weren’t for this guy’s good physique, he wouldn’t have brought such trouble upon himself!
“I don’t care who he is. What I set my eyes on, I get. If I can’t get it, I’ll take it by force!”
A-Biao gave a couple of sinister laughs and suddenly reached out to grab the shivering Su Nian, pulling him into his arms.
“I see you’ve still got some charm too. Why don’t you follow me?”
His lecherous face and crude behavior made Su Nian feel sick. He pushed the man away in a rage and scolded:
“You think you’re worthy?! Do you know that I’m going to be the Young Mistress in the future? Do you not want your life?!”
“Bah. Stop trying to fool me. Just follow me quietly!”
A-Biao spat, smiling as he rubbed his hands.
“This is the Shen Residence! I am President Shen’s person! If you come any closer, I’ll have President Shen kill you!”
Su Nian threatened him with forced composure, yet his body trembled even more violently. All the Shen family servants were currently preparing for the gala; shouting for help would be useless. Even if it worked, it would be a self-inflicted trap.
To ruin Liang Sheng, he had truly placed himself in the game! He’d even invited a wolf into the house… his only hope now was that this thug would be sensible and wouldn’t do anything to him.
Hearing “Shen Residence” and “President Shen,” A-Biao froze for a moment, his arrogant aura instantly dropping by half.
He hurriedly looked around. Because he was blind in one eye and the night was dark, it had taken a while, but with the help of the lights in the distance, he finally saw his surroundings clearly. It really was the Shen Residence!
He had been screwed over by this brat!
A-Biao cursed inwardly. He had served as a bodyguard under the Old Master before. Because of his greed, he had stolen some Shen Group perfume destined for export. The Old Master had used a handgun to blind one of his eyes and kicked him out of the Shen family.
If it weren’t for his bad eye and the darkness, he wouldn’t have failed to recognize the Shen residence. How could he have been so blinded by money that he climbed into the back garden?!
No way. If the Old Master found him, he was finished! He had to leave immediately!
A-Biao was terrified. He didn’t even have time to put his clothes on properly before he took off running!
Su Nian saw him rushing toward him and thought he was going to attack. He huddled on the ground and covered his head, crying:
“W-woo! I’ll give you as much money as you want! Please let me go! If you dare do anything to me, President Shen won’t let you off!”
After a burst of frantic pleading, the expected event didn’t happen. He only felt a gust of wind pass him by, followed by hurried footsteps as something ran past.
Su Nian opened his eyes. The A-Biao who had been standing before him was gone. Only Liang Sheng was still lying there disheveled and dirty.
What was going on?
Where were the people?!
Had he been scared off by the mention of President Shen?
Su Nian was confused but didn’t have the heart to think much about it. As long as he was gone, it was fine. He would never hire such a psycho again! Besides, A-Biao wouldn’t talk; he had already warned the man. If Shen Xingyu found out about today, both of them would suffer!
As long as they didn’t talk, they were safe.
A-Biao was a smart man; he would understand.
Su Nian pondered this, and when he looked at the photos, his face beamed with a smile again. He admired his own photography skills—the more he looked, the more satisfied he felt!
“Young Mistress! Where are you?!”
A servant’s shout made Su Nian’s whole body jump. He peeked out and saw several servants looking for Liang Sheng nearby.
Crap. I’m dead if I’m caught!
He hurriedly dressed Liang Sheng, used water to wipe the blush from his face, deleted the message on Liang Sheng’s phone, and after fixing every detail, he quickly left the scene.
“Young Mistress!”
The shouts continued from all sides.
A maid suddenly found Liang Sheng lying on the ground behind the shrubs and shouted with joy:
“Quick! The Young Mistress is here!”
Several people gathered around.
“Young Mistress, why are you on the ground?”
“Wake up! President Shen and the Master are looking for you!”
The maid shook Liang Sheng’s shoulder to help him up. Just as she was about to call for a doctor, Liang Sheng slowly opened his eyes and asked hoarsely, “What is it…”
“Young Mistress, you’re awake?!”
Liang Sheng blinked his hazy eyes. His vision gradually cleared, and he saw the servants around him, then looked at where he was, momentary dazed.
“Why am I here…”
He rubbed his aching temple; he had already forgotten why he had come here…
The maid asked, “Young Mistress, are you feeling unwell somewhere? Let President Shen take you to see a doctor!”
Liang Sheng shook his head and stood up with her help. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
“What are you doing out here?”
Shen Xingyu’s urgent voice sounded.
Liang Sheng looked up to see the man rushing toward him. Before he could react, his wrist was grabbed.
“W-what are you doing?”
“What am I doing? You’ve been missing for so long; where did you go? Still pining for your lover?”
Shen Xingyu spoke with cold sarcasm and a strange sense of jealousy. Seeing the phone in Liang Sheng’s hand, he assumed the boy was secretly calling Xie Zhengran and snatched it away in a fit of rage.
“Confiscated. Don’t even think about contacting him.”
“Y-you’ve had enough!”
Liang Sheng yanked his hand away. Although his voice carried a hint of a tremble, he was finally rebuking the man in anger.
He was frustrated himself as to why he was here; Shen Xingyu’s nonsensical accusations made his head hurt.
“Why are your clothes dirty?”
Shen Xingyu shifted his gaze to Liang Sheng’s collar. It was stained with mud and was sitting crookedly—anyone who didn’t know better would think he’d been up to something!
Su Nian walked over at this moment. Hearing the man’s questioning, his heart rose into his throat.
Liang Sheng shouldn’t remember anything, right?
That drug was his secret technique—colorless and odorless, it left no trace on the body and caused a temporary gap in the victim’s memory.
He comforted himself not to be afraid; Liang Sheng wouldn’t remember.
“I don’t know…”
Liang Sheng awkwardly tidied his collar.
Indeed, as Su Nian expected, he couldn’t remember why he’d come to the back garden at all and didn’t know how to explain. To Shen Xingyu, his flickering gaze clearly meant he had a guilty conscience!
“Liang Sheng, you’d better behave.”
Shen Xingyu warned with a cold face. Seeing him stammering like this, there was nothing more to say.
The most important thing right now was the gala.
“Follow me. Grandpa is waiting for you.”
He grabbed Liang Sheng’s wrist again and, regardless of whether the boy was willing, pulled him away forcefully.
“You’re hurting me…”
Liang Sheng’s brows knit as he struggled twice.
Watching the two of them walking hand-in-hand, Su Nian stood still and ground his teeth, a suppressed hatred shimmering in his eyes.
He gripped the phone in his hand and let out a snort.
Liang Sheng, enjoy yourself for a bit longer. You won’t be feeling this good in a moment. Who told you to try and snatch my man!
…
Upon entering the house, Shen Xingyu released Liang Sheng.
Liang Sheng massaged his aching wrist, feeling both resentful and aggrieved.
“Sheng-sheng, come. Put on this formal suit.”
The Old Master gestured with his chin toward a box on the sofa.
Hearing Grandpa call him, Liang Sheng had to put away his terrible emotions and force a smile.
He walked to the Old Master’s side, tugging at the hem of his clothes uneasily. He looked at the half-open gift box, which contained an off-the-shoulder formal suit. He asked in surprise, “Grandpa, this is… for me?”
“That’s right. Seeing you always dressed so plainly, Grandpa guessed you didn’t have many clothes. I specifically had someone rush out to buy this. Hurry and see if it fits; I’ll have a custom set made for you next time.”
The Old Master said with a smile, pushing the box toward him.
“Grandpa…”
Liang Sheng’s eyes felt sore, and his throat choked up.
He couldn’t believe he actually had new clothes to wear.
Behind him, Shen Xingyu gave him a nudge. In front of the Old Master, he restrained his earlier impatience and spoke with a much gentler tone: “Go change. The gala is about to start.”
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