Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Cheng Xingyang’s questioning voice emanated from the phone. “Where have you been for the past two days? Linlin and I sent you so many messages, but you didn’t reply.”

As Xing Shu tied the sash of her sleeping robe, she looked up and met Cheng Lang’s gaze. Cheng Lang’s aura was too imposing—his high nose bridge, well-defined double eyelids, coupled with eyes that were long and upcurved at the corners—exuded a distant and indifferent coldness. Seeing his face, Xing Shu’s anger from Cheng Xingyang’s questioning suddenly subsided tremendously. Although her entire body was sore and aching from the romping, at least she had made Cheng Xingyang a cuckold.

“Oh, I haven’t looked at my cell phone for the past two days. What’s the matter?” Xing Shu casually picked up the suit on the ground.

“Young Uncle is back in the country. I’ll pick you up for dinner in ten minutes.” Cheng Xingyang hung up without waiting for Xing Shu’s reply.

Xing Shu raised her eyebrows and paused for a moment before looking at Cheng Lang. “Young Uncle is returning to the Cheng family?” Her tone was seductive and sultry.

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. Cheng Xingyang arrived so quickly? Xing Shu scanned Cheng Lang’s face for any expression—even a tinge of guilt was good. But, there was none—he was as at ease as if he were at home.

Xing Shu pointed at the bathroom and chuckled. “Young Uncle, my fiancé is here. Can I trouble you to hide?” she said casually. Cheng Lang was nonchalant. At the same time, an unfamiliar male voice came from outside the door. “Miss Xing, I’m here to deliver clothes to the President.”

Xing Shu raised her eyebrows. So, it wasn’t Cheng Xingyang. She opened the door and saw a man who looked like an assistant holding a suit and lowering his head respectfully. He did not seem to be curious about her relationship with Cheng Lang. As expected of Cheng Lang’s staff, he showed a high level of professionalism.

Xing Shu took the suit and handed it to Cheng Lang.

“Quite sagacious.” His tone was like snow in a stream, cold and indifferent. The lust in Cheng Lang’s eyes had clearly not dissipated. But once he put on the suit, he returned to his cold and abstinent appearance. As Xing Shu recalled how Cheng Lang was a beast in bed, she felt that he was not befitting of his title of “Buddha on Earth”.

Even so, when Xing Shu saw the mottled scratches on Cheng Lang’s back, her face felt inexplicably hot. When she helped the intoxicated Cheng Lang to the apartment, Xing Shu did not expect them to fool around so many times.

The atmosphere was a little awkward and ambiguous. Xing Shu wanted to say a few words to calm down, but her cell phone rang again—it was Cheng Xingyang again. His tone was very impatient. “Are you downstairs already?”

Xing Shu thought: “The star of the show is still here. What’s the hurry?” Cheng Xingyang did not have much patience nor hide his disgust for her. “It’s raining heavily outside and there’s a traffic jam ahead. Don’t make me wait any longer. Xing Shu, know your place.” Xing Shu did not deign to respond. After hanging up the phone, she suddenly tiptoed and kissed Cheng Lang who responded by gripping the back of her neck.

The thought of Cheng Xingyang’s car might be downstairs secretly pleased Xing Shu.

“Xing Shu, be careful not to burn yourself.”

When Xing Shu got into the passenger seat of Cheng Xingyang’s car, Cheng Lang’s words lingered in her mind. Playing with fire? Her marriage with Cheng Xingyang was arranged by her family. The Cheng family’s status in the capital was supreme. The Xing family may be ranked among the top ten families, but they were still incomparable to the Cheng family. Although her revenge by way of cuckoldry had relieved her anger, she had also provoked the person she should never have trifled with.

It was raining heavily outside, so the visibility was very low. The car drove slowly. They had barely driven two kilometers when they were caught in a traffic jam. Cheng Xingyang was in a bad mood. When he saw Xing Shu wearing a turtleneck sweater—with her chin tucked into her collar—he could not help but frown. “You’re going in this?”

Although the weather was a little cold, it was not to the extent of needing a turtleneck sweater. Xing Shu was beautiful and looked good in anything. But still, this outfit looked rather strange.

Xing Shu thought of the hickeys on her neck given by Cheng Lang, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly. “Yes, it’s raining. It’s a little cold.”

“You’re so delicate.” Cheng Xingyang grew even more impatient. Xing Shu touched her collar nonchalantly and asked, “You haven’t been to the office for half a month?”

Cheng Xingyang hated Xing Shu’s tone—it was as if she had to control everything. “Wherever I go has got nothing to do with you.” He honked twice impatiently. He felt that it was a torture to be in the same space as Xing Shu.

After a while, Cheng Xingyang’s cell phone rang. Xing Shu saw the caller ID1 from the corner of her eye: Linlin.