My Dad is My Mom's Mortal Enemy

Chapter 3: 03

Chapter 3

Cheng Jinchuan put out his cigarette in the nearby trash can and took off his suit jacket to drape over his sister's shoulders. He calmly retorted, "President Shao, what are you implying here? This place is so big that we're at most just blocking some mosquitoes, we shouldn't be blocking your way."

Shao ChengZe answered Cheng Jinchuan with equal calmness, "Just passing through to throw out trash, or--" he paused, and held out the tissue in his hand that was clearly stained with lipstick, "if Chief Cheng could help throw this away for me, that'd work too."

Cheng Jinchuan laughed coldly. "I don't remember inviting President Shao to today's party. Though the White family hosted it, anyone with eyes can see it was for my Cheng family. President Shao showing up uninvited, what are your intentions?"

Shao ChengZe casually wrapped his arm around Shen Xi Wen's waist. "I came to accompany my friend Miss Shen. Miss Shen was personally invited by Director Li, I'm sure Director Li hasn't forgotten."

Shen Xi Wen had accepted Shao ChengZe's favor today, so she naturally was willing to act as his prop. She leaned into his embrace, more intimate than a bird nestling against a person.

Li PeiFeng's expression suddenly turned sinister, completely different from his casual manner earlier. "Could it be that after studying abroad for years, President Shao has forgotten your family's rules set by the elder? If word of you coming to a Cheng family party reaches the elder's ears, I'm afraid you won't make it to tomorrow before the newly appointed Shao family head gets kicked out. That would be truly embarrassing."

Shao ChengZe indifferently tugged his lips. "I'll handle those matters, nothing is more important to me than accompanying a beauty."

As he finished speaking, Cheng Jinxuan shrugged off the suit jacket on her shoulder and threw it back into Cheng Jinchuan's arms. "You guys talk, I'm going in first."

She didn't look back the entire time. The evening glow fell on her snow-white skin, which stood out even more against her ink green dress. In Shao ChengZe's pitch black pupils, the flickering light seemed to ignite a flame.

At the party, everyone's eyes were busy.

No one recognized Shao ChengZe at first, since he had disappeared from these social circles for so long. But Shen Xi Wen had been in the spotlight recently, so her companion naturally attracted attention. Not to mention this man, from his brows and eyes to his build and temperament, stood out in any crowd.

Someone went to chat with Shen Xi Wen and casually asked, "Who's this?"

Shao ChengZe slightly nodded. "Shao ChengZe."

It was like a bolt from the blue, his one sentence blew up the party.

For someone from the Shao family to be on the Cheng family's territory was unprecedented. What's more, it was Shao ChengZe, who had upended the Shao family and taken over as head in just a few months. No one knew how he did it or how long he had planned, but for the Shao elder to personally bring him back, he must have rightly inherited the position.

The person across from her didn't react.

Shen Xi Wen leaned over and asked in a low voice, "I heard she's married already, is that true or false? Have you met her husband?"

Shao ChengZe's lips quirked up. "You're asking the wrong person. You should be asking your agent about this. Doesn't she claim to know everything under the sun? There shouldn't be anything she doesn't know."

From his smile, Shen Xi Wen sensed stormy gloom. She rolled her eyes and eventually decided not to poke the tiger. She would just treat him as a well-meaning dark knight here to protect her. As the saying goes, the more you know, the faster you die. It was better she not be so gossipy.

Cheng Jinxuan's jet lag hadn't reversed yet, so she was quite tired already. After standing so long in nearly 8cm heels, her calves ached. She checked her watch, using the bathroom as an excuse to leave the lively party scene.

There weren't many people on the veranda. In the late April night, the spring breeze was gentle and the air faintly scented with flowers, invigorating body and mind. Cheng Jinxuan kicked off her heels and stepped barefoot onto the grass. Without the constraint of high heels, her body relaxed from head to toe. She reached up and undid her half updo, letting the soft, glossy black hair cascade freely down her back to her slender waist, obscuring the snowy skin. She leaned lazily against the railing, gazing at the crescent moon in the distance night sky, and let out a long exhale.

The footsteps were soundless. By the time she noticed, the person was already before her. They looked at each other in silence, even the air stilled for a few moments. But underneath the quiet, something seemed to roil, carrying years of chill. In the end, the roiling coalesced into ice, returning to stillness.

Shao ChengZe took out a cigarette, as if greeting an old friend. Casually, he asked, "How long has Shi Ran been away?"

Cheng Jinxuan turned the ring on her left ring finger, eyes full of amusement. "President Shao, you're quite free to care so much. Was usurping the Shao family not enough to occupy you? No need to worry about my husband's schedule."

Shao ChengZe silently chuckled. "I'm just concerned Second Miss Cheng might be lonely in her spring chamber."

Cheng Jinxuan's expression was placid, her posture even more relaxed and lazy than before. She shook her hair and revealed her swan-like neck, slightly bending at the waist. Arms on the railing, she tilted her head to look at him, a bewitching gaze flowing from her upturned eyes.

"In the past when I was younger, I didn't understand. I thought secret rendezvous were more thrilling. But--" she drew out the last word, letting her eyes drift below his waist for a moment, "after experiencing Shi Ran, I realized size, length, hardness, endurance...these are more important. If President Shao wants to offer his bed, I'm afraid you'd have to prove you're up to standard."

He should've had a heel flung at his face for those words. But Cheng Jinxuan's expression was unruffled, her posture even more relaxed and lazy than before. She tossed her hair and turned to look out at the nightscape, the very image of nonchalance.

Things were always more obscure at night reunions, the darkness concealing much--flushed faces, twitching eyes, white knuckles, racing hearts--thunderous in the spring air.

Purely from anger!