Chapter 63: The wooden beauty of Young Master Sheng

 Chapter 63: She Never Cried Before, But Tonight She Did

Jiang Chenchen returned home on a private plane and was escorted all the way back. Lu Fang was bewildered at the time. Who were these people coming to take Jiang Chenchen away?! In a timely call, Gu Mingmei said, "You don't need to worry about this matter. Just come back when you have time." Lu Fang hung up the phone, still feeling puzzled. What kind of background did Jiang Chenchen have? ... Jiang Chenchen arrived home when it was already dark. The sudden change in weather made the night sky here snowy. The snowflakes fluttered down, shining under the streetlights outside the house. Jiang Chenchen, in a wheelchair, was somewhat stunned outside. She liked snow, liked this place. Because this was home. When she was at the Haodao City Hospital, Wu Bi rushed in and said that Young Master Sheng asked her to go home. At that moment, she felt like crying, like an injured child not forgotten, brought back home by caring family. She hadn't cried since she was six years old. The emotions deep inside her, somewhat aggrieved, overflowed at this moment. She returned home with the hope of seeing him. In the living room, only a dim light was on, lacking any signs of life. Jiang Chenchen reached out to turn on the lights but found she couldn't reach the switch while sitting, and she couldn't climb the stairs. Standing at the entrance, she changed her shoes, wanting to try to stand up. "Don't move." A voice came from the living room sofa. The chilling voice echoed in the dim space. Hearing his voice, Jiang Chenchen's movements halted. She looked in that direction, and a tall figure walked over with an imposing presence. The cold and intense aroma of alcohol emanated from him as he approached her. A pair of deep black eyes stared at her from top to bottom. A strong sense of oppressive darkness enveloped her. Jiang Chenchen looked up at him, and the emotions held in her heart slowly spilled out. "Ah... Mr. Sheng." Although her expression didn't change much, her voice was filled with vulnerability and grievance. Sheng Mingsi's deep black eyes became even more profound. The scent of alcohol stimulated his nerves. He bent down, a giant predator making a move, and suddenly lifted her chin with one hand. The abrupt closeness made Jiang Chenchen look into those pitch-black eyes. His hot breath fell on her face. It seemed like he had drunk a lot, perhaps was even drunk. His entire body exuded a strong hostility. His eyes were different from before, and she inexplicably felt afraid. She tried to step back but was captured by him. He held her chin, making her meet his gaze. "Mr. Sheng..." "Why not cherish your life?" Sheng Mingsi's voice was low, cold, and penetrating. He questioned, "Do you like it that much?" Jiang Chenchen didn't understand. "Like what?" Sheng Mingsi squeezed the hand holding her chin, drawing her closer. His other hand came close, almost touching her injured forehead. Jiang Chenchen gasped lightly. That soft sound made him, whose nerves were burned by alcohol, regain a trace of sanity. Sheng Mingsi pressed his head and closed his eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed the alcohol-induced turmoil, and gently touched her forehead. His hand was cool, although the house was warm. His breath was so hot. At this moment, his hand suddenly became gentle, releasing her chin. His voice became unusually hoarse and mesmerizing. "Forehead injury." "Forehead is injured." He said, bending down halfway, his tall figure in front of her, eye level with her. So close, he reached out and gently brushed away her hair, tousled by the wind and snow, asking, "Does it still hurt?" The gentle and crisp voice entered her ears. It was a caring remark, and this sudden change made Jiang Chenchen's emotions of grievance surge again. She responded softly. "It hurts, and my foot is swollen too, it hurts too." She said to him. Like an aggrieved child confiding in the person closest to her. Sheng Mingsi originally wanted to touch her head but changed his mind, standing up and stepping back a bit. He said, "Will you dare to be so strong-willed in the future?" Jiang Chenchen saw him move away a bit again, not understanding why his actions were so erratic tonight. Was he still angry? "No, if it weren't for the first time wearing high heels, with such thin heels, I wouldn't have fallen." Sheng Mingsi's deep black gaze shifted away from her and towards the side, his voice becoming distant and indifferent. "With injuries like this, do you still like him?" Jiang Chenchen didn't understand how they came back to this question again. "Like what? He is the target in my script." If she didn't save him, he would have been stabbed to death. How could the show continue, and how could she make money? It was all an unexpected accident with the high heels; otherwise, she wouldn't have been injured. Sheng Mingsi was about to say something more but stopped abruptly, his eyes coldly withdrawing. He bent down to pick her up from the wheelchair. "Don't be mad at me anymore." She grabbed his hand. Looking at him pleasingly. Sheng Mingsi paused, looking at the hand holding his arm. He tried to pull away, but Jiang Chenchen didn't let go. She even raised herself slightly and kissed his cheek. Sheng Mingsi was caught off guard, and that moist kiss had already landed. Just a light touch, but it seemed to have stirred up the suppressed impulse, and his whole body screamed. He froze, never expecting things to reach this point. What was she doing? "Kiss you, are you not mad anymore?" Jiang Chenchen looked up at him. Wouldn't he be angry now? But why did he seem even more menacing? This move didn't work at all? Sheng Mingsi's eyes were terrifyingly deep. He bent down to pick her up, went upstairs, entered her room, and threw her onto the bed. Leaning down. His two arms pressed on either side of her face. Hot breath spilled over. In the pitch-black night, snowflakes outside the window, the thunderous heartbeat. His eyes were intoxicated, his mind filled with desire, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips. This scene, however, made Jiang Chenchen's heart feel like it had fallen into an ice cave. She became scared. "Mr. Sheng..." She pushed him hard! The dream flashed before her eyes again, the doctor stabbed to death in the same way. But she didn't like that doctor, didn't like anyone else, only liked Sheng Mingsi. He couldn't die. She exerted her strength. This sudden struggle made Sheng Mingsi suddenly come to his senses. He seemed to see her fear in the dark night. Was she crying? He touched the tears on her cheek. The cold tears made all his desire fade away, and reason completely occupied his mind. He suddenly realized that he had done something terribly wrong. She had never cried before, but tonight she did. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry..."  

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