It is now late autumn, with less than two months until Christmas.
Shuai Chang believes that his lover won’t fall for another man, but Qi Sheng has no memory of his past two lives and holds deep prejudices against Lu Ming Shen. If Shuai Chang wants to win back Qi Sheng’s heart with this scumbag facade, the road ahead is sure to be fraught with thorns.
Shuai Chang picked up his phone from beside the sofa and called the driver to come pick him up.
Half an hour later, the driver arrived outside the villa. Shuai Chang got into the car and said, “Uncle Li, please take me to the city hospital.”
Uncle Li had been serving the Lu family for many years and watched Lu Ming Shen grow up. Hearing that Lu Ming Shen was going to the hospital, he couldn’t help but worry. “Ming Shen, is something wrong with you?”
Shuai Chang touched his burning forehead and spoke softly, “Uncle Li, I’m fine. I just caught a chill after kicking the blanket off last night.”
Lu Ming Shen is a very complicated person. He is casual and frivolous with his lovers but ruthless and cruel to his enemies, leaving no evidence against him. He is sincere to his friends and family, valuing relationships deeply.
Those who befriend him all speak highly of Lu Ming Shen.
Ming Shen Real Estate is a major taxpayer in C City, and companies that go against him cannot last long there. Aside from his somewhat scandalous romantic history, being wealthy, handsome, and deeply loyal has almost become his defining qualities, contributing to his favorable public image.
After being examined at the hospital, not only was Shuai Chang running a fever, but he also had a mild concussion. The doctor prescribed him some antipyretic and cold medicine, saying, “Your head should not take any more shocks. You need to rest in bed for a week or two to recover. Avoid vigorous activities for a month, and you will heal.”
Uncle Li was worried and followed him in for a check-up. After hearing what the doctor said, his brow furrowed, and his whole face tightened with deep lines. “Ming Shen, how did you get a concussion?”
“I slipped and fell after getting drunk. It’s a bit embarrassing, so please don’t tell my mom.” Lu Ming Shen’s mother did not want him to marry Qi Sheng. If she found out that Qi Sheng had knocked her son unconscious, she would force them to divorce immediately.
Uncle Li knew that Lu Ming Shen had a good tolerance for alcohol and rarely got drunk. However, since Lu Ming Shen didn’t want to be straightforward, he nodded somewhat skeptically. “Let me take you home. You shouldn’t go to the company when you’re sick. Is Qi Sheng home too?”
“Yes.” He was there when he left, but now he couldn’t be sure.
Satisfied with Lu Ming Shen’s confirmation, Uncle Li said, “Knowing someone is home to take care of you makes me feel at ease.”
Shuai Chang smiled faintly; at that moment, he dared not hope for Qi Sheng’s care. Only he understood the pain within.
Qi Sheng studied art appreciation in France and was very interested in jade and jadeite, with an impressive level of research. He now works as an appraiser for a jewelry company.
His job is quite flexible. Clients generally make appointments in advance when bringing jewelry for appraisal. The company has more than one appraiser, and Qi Sheng works a maximum of three days a week, allowing him plenty of free time.
Uncle Li dropped Shuai Chang at the door, and he opened the fingerprint lock to push the door inside. The designer shoe rack in the entryway still had Qi Sheng’s shoes, indicating that he hadn’t left.
Shuai Chang first took the antipyretic and cold medicines in the living room. The throbbing pain at the back of his head was still there, and he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He knew it was Qi Sheng, so he immediately looked up, only to find everything suddenly going dark. In an instant, he felt an unbearable headache and nausea rising in his stomach.
Qi Sheng descended the stairs wearing a light-colored linen top and brown linen pants. Seeing Lu Ming Shen lounging on the burgundy European-style sofa, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes.
After a moment’s respite, Shuai Chang felt somewhat better. He opened his eyes to see Qi Sheng walking over, his posture straight and his head held high, sitting across from him with an air of pride. The blush on his cheeks disappeared, and his face looked as cold as ice.
Neither of them spoke, and Shuai Chang blinked away the heat in his eyes, his voice hoarse as he said, “The villa is spacious, and the heating is insufficient; be careful not to catch a chill.”
“You don’t need to bother, Mr. Lu; there’s no need to play pretend at home,” Qi Sheng replied, his voice colder than ice.
Shuai Chang gazed at him foolishly. “I will be staying here this month. You can take that bedroom; I will have Aunt Liu tidy up another room.” Aunt Liu is a part-time cleaner employed by Lu Ming Shen, coming every afternoon to clean the house and prepare lunch for him.
Qi Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly, neither accepting nor denying it.
Ever since Qi Sheng married Lu Ming Shen, he had been living in the master bedroom. Lu Ming Shen often worked late into the night, preferring to sleep at the company, and they had not shared a bed since then.
Though it was said to be working late, it was actually an intentional humiliation to Qi Sheng, leaving him to guard the empty room on their wedding night.
Lu Ming Shen was indeed busy at the company, but it was mostly to flirt with a new assistant. He was very generous with his lovers, especially during the courtship period, offering them everything from luxury cars to flowers and wine until they were utterly devoted to him. Once he grew tired, he’d discard them without reclaiming those “gifts.” Without dealing with emotions, Lu Ming Shen is the most generous and high-quality lover.
Despite Lu Ming Shen’s promiscuity, Shuai Chang, who has his memories, knows he is still a virgin—Lu Ming Shen has a psychological aversion to purity and believes that all the men he can win over are impure. His only sexual partners in thirty years were his own hands. Last night, Qi Sheng’s rejection awakened desire within him for the first time.
Seeing the atmosphere grow tense, Shuai Chang made small talk, “If you have a favorite food, let Aunt Liu know. This is also your home; don’t feel shy.”
Qi Sheng was focused on typing on his phone, his head bowed, casting a small shadow from his long and thick eyelashes beneath his eyes. It was unclear whether he heard Shuai Chang’s words, as he remained unresponsive.
“Qi Sheng, about last night… I’m sorry.” Shuai Chang sincerely apologized.
Qi Sheng’s body stiffened for a moment but quickly relaxed. He raised his head to look at Shuai Chang, and his words were as sharp as ice shards: “What happened last night? Are you referring to trying to force yourself on me in our marriage? If that’s the case, there’s no need; I’ve already avenged myself, so you can forget about it.”
“I was wrong about that. I will make it up to you. And about the incident with Liu Qingyi, I swear nothing happened between us,” Shuai Chang said, anxious to improve his image in Qi Sheng’s eyes, inadvertently sounding out of character. Qi Sheng’s expression shifted from cold to suspicious. “Lu Ming Shen, what scheme do you have this time?”
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