Chapter 102: Chapter 102 The Familiar Scent of Sheng Shaochen, Surrounding Her
Ye Shu stretched out her hand, caressing Sheng Shaochen’s jaw with a curved smile in her eyes, “It’s right on the bedside table, I’ll go get it for you.”
She finished speaking, stood up, darted upstairs, took the ten-thousand-word printed review she had pieced together in half an hour, and stuffed it into his hands, “Mr. Sheng, take your time to review it; I must go now as I’m in a rush.”
“Review, review, it naturally has to be handwritten to show sincerity. Rewrite it!” Sheng Shaochen, like a stern parent, rejected the printed review Ye Shu had put together.
In her heart, Ye Shu gritted her teeth, but she kept a pleasing smile on her face as she took the rejected review from Sheng Shaochen, “Mr. Sheng makes a good point. I’ll punish myself. If I don’t finish rewriting the review, I won’t allow myself to eat.”
Having said that, she ran directly upstairs.
In the dining room, Sun Nanjue and An Zhe exchanged glances, their looks finally resting on Sheng Shaochen.
“Ah Chen, are you having a disagreement with Little Shushu?” Sun Nanjue tentatively started.
“Ah Chen, why don’t you give a little gift to your sister-in-law?” As An Zhe spoke, he pulled out a kraft paper bag containing Gan Xiaotian’s information.
It was originally intended to be given to Ye Shu tomorrow.
Seeing the situation now, it seemed like a good emergency fix to flatter Ah Chen and save themselves some stomach trouble.
“Mm, I’ll go give a gift to appease my charming wife; you guys clean up this table of dishes. Remember, not a single one left!” Sheng Shaochen said, snatching the kraft paper bag directly from An Zhe’s hands and pompously headed upstairs.
An Zhe was dumbfounded.
Why did it feel like he was shooting himself in the foot?
Sun Nanjue was also stunned, looking alternately at An Zhe and the table of unappetizing dark cuisine, and wailing at Sheng Shaochen’s retreating figure, “Ah Chen, can we get a takeout instead?”
“The dining room is under surveillance,” Sheng Shaochen said meaningfully.
Ow—Sun Nanjue clutched his chest, looking agonized, and muttered to himself, “I shouldn’t have introduced Shushu to Ah Chen; I really asked for this trouble.”
He then picked up his chopsticks and tasted the orange pork ribs in front of him, feeling a hundred flavors churning in his mouth, truly explosively sour.
He wanted to spit it out, but a glance up and he saw the twinkling crystal lights, and Ah Chen’s words, “The dining room is under surveillance,” flashed through his mind.
Gulp, he swallowed it down.
Then, he picked another piece up with his chopsticks and offered it to An Zhe, “Have some, it tastes quite good; eat more.”
“You should eat more…” An Zhe took hold of Sun Nanjue’s chopsticks and pushed them toward Sun Nanjue.
The dining room erupted into a clashing sound of bowls and chopsticks.
Concealing his emotions, Sheng Shaochen pushed open Ye Shu’s room door.
He saw the little devil squatting right there at the desk, furiously writing, looking genuinely like a primary student who was being punished by a parent to write a self-critique.
Sheng Shaochen cleared his throat lightly, “Seeing how proper Mrs. Sheng’s attitude is, here’s your reward.”
Saying so, he sent the kraft paper bag flying towards Ye Shu.
Ye Shu quickly abandoned her pen and caught it, “What’s this?”
“Information on Gan Xiaotian, the mastermind behind getting you and An Zhe on the headlines of the entertainment news. Deal with it as you wish,” Sheng Shaochen said as he moved closer to Ye Shu.
Ye Shu began tearing open the kraft bag while questioning, “Gan Xiaotian?” The woman who blocked her in the Meilan Garden ladies’ room last night?
Trying to pull a dirty trick because she couldn’t inherit from her father? That was rather foolish.
“Indeed, I didn’t realize our Mrs. Sheng could make so many enemies,” Sheng Shaochen spoke, already wrapping his arms around Ye Shu from behind.
His familiar scent of sandalwood swept over her, thoroughly enveloping her.