Chapter 75: The Unattainable is Always in Commotion
Hearing those words, Jian An’s clenched fists slowly loosened. A wave of helplessness and intense unwillingness churned in his chest, yet he could only silently swallow it back down…
Right now, other than being angry, there was nothing he could do.
Jian An’s face was ashen, his chest feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, pressing down so hard that his lips couldn’t help but tremble as he spoke:
“Since he wants to threaten me, why take my mom out of the hospital? She was injured and lost so much blood. Shouldn’t she be receiving proper treatment in the hospital?!”
Ji Songting was so wealthy; he wouldn’t possibly begrudge that little bit of medical and hospitalization fees. He must have locked Zhou Manxiang up somewhere! And then used this to blackmail him…
Faced with this question, Uncle Li appeared very calm. He then straightened his legs and replied unhurriedly:
“Mr. Jian, please rest assured about this. The Young Master will arrange for a private doctor to treat Ms. Zhou.”
After speaking, he gave a polite nod to the youth before him, a smile curving his lips, and then walked out of the room. Before leaving, he turned back to add one instruction:
“Mr. Jian, you can call for me if you need anything. The TV in the living room is always on. If you’re bored, you can come down and watch.”
“Mhm…”
Jian An responded weakly without turning around. His eyes continued to stare unblinkingly toward the gates outside the building.
…
Wales Hotel.
Ji Songting picked up a cigarette from the table, stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, and gently pulled back the curtain covering it.
Through the clear glass window, he quietly gazed at the city’s night view. The neon lights cast mottled halos on the glass, while his eyes flickered with a complex and melancholy expression.
The room was somewhat dim. The faint blue flame from the lighter danced across his handsome face for a moment, and the slowly exhaled cloud of smoke blurred his features.
His gaze suddenly turned exceptionally cold, like a pool of stagnant water, devoid of any ripples.
A rich, crisp scent of tobacco permeated the air, but Ji Songting’s brow furrowed slightly.
He didn’t know why, but his chest felt very stifled. This feeling was as if a heavy weight were pressing against his chest, making it hard to breathe, causing an abnormal sense of irritability.
According to the surveillance information Chen Ma had revealed to him about Jian An, it turned out that person had never intended to stay obediently in the Ji family, and had actually thought of having Shen Yunheng take Zhou Manxiang away!
This had undoubtedly trampled fiercely on his bottom line.
Fortunately, he had long anticipated that Jian An would definitely not compromise so easily and be obediently controlled by him. Thus, the moment the man followed him out of the hospital, he had bodyguards transfer Zhou Manxiang away.
So, when that person was crying bitterly in the underground casino, kneeling and kowtowing to beg him, spewing a bunch of words about never betraying him—was it all just a lie? Was it all fake?
Now he was actually audacious enough to call another man from inside his house, constantly talking about leaving and running away with Shen Yunheng. What a shameless thing…
Thinking of these two starkly contrasting scenes, Ji Songting abruptly narrowed his eyes. His gaze was sharp, and those deep, ocean-like eyes held unconcealed disappointment and rage.
Jian An’s previous demeanor of needing him above all else, loving him half to death—could that have been a fake display of deep affection too?
But obviously, whether the other person loved him or not, whether their attitude was good or bad, he had never had any interest from start to finish, nor did he want to pay any attention. Why was he feeling so unwilling now?
He seemed to know very well that this was a man’s desire to conquer at work. After all, the unattainable is always in commotion.
The cigarette butt clamped between Ji Songting’s fingers was unintentionally bent. Cigarette ash fell onto his suit pants, faintly flashing with a blue flame under the lights.
Between the flickering light and dark, his gaze grew even colder and deeper, like a secluded pool with an unseen bottom.
Suddenly, a phone on the nearby table vibrated and rang with an incoming call. It was Shen Chuyan’s phone.
Ji Songting snubbed out his cigarette and tossed it into the trash can. He glanced at the phone that continued to ring but didn’t immediately answer it.
Instead, he opened a small gap in the floor-to-ceiling window to air out the residual smoke in the room.
Shen Chuyan was in poor health and would cough from time to time. He couldn’t stand the slightest smell of smoke or oil. Furthermore, that person usually wouldn’t let him smoke and was always urging him to quit.
Taking advantage of the other person taking a shower right now, he had secretly lit one, only taking a few puffs before throwing it into the trash.
But he didn’t know why, lately, because of Jian An’s matters, his frequency of smoking had increased. Perhaps it was due to irritation that it had spiraled out of control.
A breeze drifted in through the open window crack. The curtains were rustled by the night wind, making a whoosh sound, and blowing away some of the fogginess in his mind.
The phone on the table rang for a while and then fell silent. Just as Ji Songting was about to pick it up to see who called, the ringtone sounded again—it was the same number.
But the screen didn’t show a saved name for the caller; it was obvious this person wasn’t in the contacts list.
Ji Songting stared at the phone number for a few seconds. After hesitating for a moment, he swiped up to answer and said: “Hello? Who is this?”
The person on the other end let out two long burps before a drunken man’s voice came through:
“Xiao Yan-ah~ I really miss you. Come over and have a few drinks with me~ I… hiccup~ am too bored alone~”
This voice… seemed a bit familiar?
Ji Songting’s face instantly sank to the extreme. A thick murderous intent swirled in his eyes as he said coldly:
“You’re Jian Yufeng?”
Hearing that it wasn’t Shen Chuyan’s voice, the other party was clearly stunned. But perhaps it was liquid courage, for he actually showed no suspicion and even laughed heartily a couple of times.
Following that, a “glug-glug” sound of liquid was heard. The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be drinking. Then, he spat out a mouthful of curses, displaying no breeding of a noble young master. He was extremely arrogant and domineering, and his words became brazen:
“Who the hell are you? Are you also one of Shen Chuyan’s clients? Hurry up and tell me, how was it? Does he service well? Is it thrilling to play with him?”
Hearing these words, the hand Ji Songting used to hold the phone nearly crushed the screen. The long-suppressed rage in his heart crashed like a monstrous wave as he gritted his teeth and said:
“Shut up. What kind of thing are you? You think you’re worthy of baselessly slandering Xiao Yan? Jian Yufeng, I’m warning you, you’d better wash your mouth out! If you harass Xiao Yan again, don’t force me to send these words to your father! I do what I say.”
It was obvious this guy had gotten drunk and deliberately come to start trouble!
During the celebration banquet at the hotel, he had already noticed that the way Jian Yufeng looked at Shen Chuyan wasn’t right!
At first, he thought it was an illusion. But now, this guy actually dared to harass his sweetheart right to his face, each word more offensive than the last. It seemed the man was truly tired of living.
On the other end, because Jian Yufeng was dead drunk, he completely failed to recognize that the person answering the phone was Ji Songting. His perception of the voice was also muddled and unclear.
Right now, all he had left was a mouth spewing nonsense:
“Bro… when you screw him, remember… take a video for me to see. I just love hearing that slut on the bed… crying and screaming on the bed!”
Those foul words continued one after another. Ji Songting’s face turned blue and white in turns. The person he held dear and pampered in his heart was actually being spoken of so lewdly by someone else!
But why would Jian Yufeng say these things?
In his memory, Shen Chuyan had never had any contact whatsoever with this unreliable playboy young master. Why would the other party have Shen Chuyan’s phone number?
Could Jian Yufeng have feelings for Xiao Yan?!
The more Ji Songting thought about it, the more wrong it felt. But the troublemaker on the other end was still endlessly spouting nonsense:
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. That little slut surnamed Shen smells so good. Even though there isn’t a single word of truth coming out of his mouth and he plays everyone for fools, I just love this kind of two-faced person. It’s so fucking interesting, hahahaha~~”
“Sick.”
For this kind of foul-mouthed trash, he didn’t stoop to curse back. But Jian Yufeng had genuinely stepped on his bottom line and maliciously slandered Shen Chuyan. The best solution was to find someone to teach this young master a severe lesson.
Ji Songting was just about to hang up the phone when the man on the other end suddenly stammered another sentence:
“Shen Chuyan, you ungrateful slut! I copied a piece of Jian An’s work for you to get the championship, and as a result, once you got the trophy, you forgot all about me! What about the night you promised to sleep with me?!”
At these abrupt words popping out suddenly, Ji Songting couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. The muscles on his face uncontrollably twitched.
What did that mean?!
Xiao Yan’s work wasn’t original?!
Could Jian An actually be the one who was plagiarized…?
But how was that possible? In terms of painting skills and artistic experience, Jian An couldn’t compare to Shen Chuyan in the slightest. It would be more believable if that person had plagiarized; Shen Chuyan had absolutely no need to!
So, did Jian Yufeng’s words… have any credibility?
Furthermore, under the influence of alcohol, the guy would say anything. Who knew if this wasn’t just fabricated? Could it simply be out of a desire to slander Shen Chuyan?
But his mind suddenly flashed back to the day on the competition stage, when Shen Yunheng desperately defended Jian An, insisting there was no plagiarism. Was that out of personal bias, or was it the truth?
Ji Songting rubbed his throbbing temples, suddenly startled by the unexpected suspicion rising in his heart.
But why was it like this?
He shouldn’t be doubting Shen Chuyan.
Jian Yufeng was clearly just here to stir up trouble, sowing discord to destroy the trust and affection between him and Shen Chuyan… yet he was actually feeling a sense of half-belief?
It must be because there had been too many things going on lately, affecting his judgment and ability to think, causing him to have a hard time staying calm.
His mind was exceptionally, incredibly chaotic right now, tangled into a knot that he couldn’t untangle no matter how hard he tried.
On one side was Jian An, who had gone from clinging stubbornly and refusing to leave the Ji family, to now wanting to escape him at every waking moment…
On the other side was the White Moonlight he had loved for years, who now suddenly seemed like flowers viewed through a fog.
Ji Songting quickly hung up the phone and tossed it back onto the table. His face, however, had turned extremely ugly. He could only try his best to suppress that nameless fire, balling his hand into a fist and slamming it heavily against the corner of the desk before sitting back down in his chair.
Translator’s Note: Let the seeds of doubt be planted! Jian Yufeng is a terrible person, but a drunk man’s loose lips might just be the exact catalyst Ji Songting needs to realize that his “White Moonlight” is actually completely rotten. Ji Songting’s internal conflict is finally surfacing.
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