Chapter 142: Chapter 142 Pretending for Real, Unable to Restrain Oneself
Chapter 142: Chapter 142 Pretending for Real, Unable to Restrain Oneself
Sheng Shaochen’s lips twitched slightly as he reached out and pulled on his bathrobe and followed Ye Shu’s footsteps.
Since this little thing refused to listen, he had no choice but to “conquer” her in her sleep!
Sheng Shaochen followed her all the way to the bathroom door, reached out to push it open,
but found that the door was locked from the inside.
His brows furrowed, and his face darkened to the extreme.
This little one was guarding against her own husband as if he were a thief – she needed a lesson!
Sheng Shaochen took out his phone immediately and called Sun Nanjue, giving him instructions.
Ye Shu, fuming, showered while watching Sheng Shaochen make the call through the frosted glass, rolling her eyes so hard she wished she could kill him with her gaze.
The Great Demon King must be planning to use his connections again to pressure the production team into removing her from “Nine Lives Demon Phoenix”!
Thinking this, Ye Shu grew angry, furiously scrubbing herself with the shower sponge
until her skin turned red and sore before she snapped out of it.
Her eyes, misty with steam, glistened.
She stood under the showerhead, pouting as she rinsed off.
Emerging from the bathroom, she walked past Sheng Shaochen, intent on pulling open the suite door.
Sheng Shaochen, with his towering frame, followed closely behind, leaning lazily against the door, his deep blue eyes fixated on her slightly flushed face, “Where are you off to?”
“Mr. Sheng, I’ve never questioned where you go; shouldn’t you give me the same freedom? Or do I need to take our agreement to court to enforce the freedom it grants both parties to not interfere with each other’s private lives?”
Ye Shu had never expected she would be this bothered by ‘Han Ruixin’s’ existence.
But, her mood was irresistibly swayed by this matter.
She had to admit she was really getting caught up in the act, struggling to maintain control.
Ye Shu pushed Sheng Shaochen away, pulled open the suite door, and bolted.
Sheng Shaochen’s slightly furrowed brows lifted into a light smile.
As Ye Shu exited Sheng Shaochen’s suite and was about to call Ou Linlin, she realized that he was staying in none other than the Han Zong Hotel.
Moreover, his room was right next door to hers and Linlin’s.
She stood frozen at the door for over a minute until Linlin opened her door and saw her petrified there, jolting her back to reality.
“Ye Shu, didn’t Sheng Shaochen pick you up last night? How come…”
Before Linlin could finish, Sheng Shaochen’s door opened too.
There he stood, lazily leaning against the frame in a black silk robe.
His bare calves crossed in an especially captivating pose as he looked up at them.
There was a casual laziness about him, mingled with the charm of post-intimacy.
Linlin swallowed the rest of her words, “I’ll, uh, I’m heading to the set first.” With that, she dashed into the elevator.
Ye Shu was about to speak when Linlin disappeared.
What a traitor! Ye Shu thought bitterly.
She looked up and met Sheng Shaochen’s brooding gaze.
He had moved, without her noticing, and now had his hands placed on the wall on either side of her,
essentially pinning her in the corner—wall slam!
Ye Shu held her forehead, cursing herself for choosing a corner to stand in and giving him the opportunity.
“Mr. Sheng doesn’t plan on imprisoning me to keep me from the set, does he?”