Chapter 66: Chapter 66 Mrs. Sheng’s Unprompted Confession
Ye Shu only then realized that Sheng Shaochen reeked of alcohol, which, in the cramped space of the car, seemed magnified countless times, his breath hitting her face with an overpowering drunken dominance.
Her brows furrowed deeply, she reached out to push against his broad chest, turning her face away, “Mr. Sheng thinks I’ve violated which rule? Betraying Mr. Sheng during our marriage?”
“Is Mrs. Sheng admitting it without being coerced?” Sheng Shaochen gritted his teeth, his eyes piercingly sharp as they flew towards her.
Did this woman really enjoy stepping on his bottom line?
“If Mr. Sheng thinks so, then it must be,” Ye Shuman laughed lightly, showing no intention of compromising.
This caused some irritation to stir within Sheng Shaochen, he reached out, grabbed her chin, and squeezed tightly, “Shouldn’t you at least offer some explanation?”
“Mr. Sheng doesn’t look like someone who would listen to explanations,” Ye Shu said, lifting her head gracefully with a charming smile.
However, the smile never reached her eyes.
“So, Mrs. Sheng thinks this is my fault today?”
Sheng Shaochen realized that not only was this woman quick-witted, but she was also adept at changing the subject.
It almost gave one the illusion that she was untouchable.
Apparently, she wouldn’t learn her lesson without a teaching moment.
Angrily, Sheng Shaochen let go of her, his entire body leaning heavily against the back seat, legs crossed, as he coldly watched her, “Bring out the prenuptial agreement, read it word by word, until you know it by heart.”
Sheng Shaochen somehow pulled out the stack of prenuptial agreements and slammed it in front of Ye Shu.
From the driver’s seat, Guan Jiu blinked in shock and hurriedly lowered the partition.
The surrounding view dimmed slightly.
Frustration and bitterness surged within Ye Shu.
“Sheng Shaochen, if I say that meeting Gu Zuocheng was a coincidence…”
“A coincidence that involved arms over shoulders?”
Shudder, shudder, shudder—
The tone of the Great Demon King was terrifyingly heavy, causing Ye Shu to feel an unexplained chill.
She closed her eyes tightly.
Trying to explain to someone like Sheng Shaochen, who was full of a sense of superiority, was truly a waste of words.
She simply closed her eyes deep and remained silent.
“Why don’t you continue?” Sheng Shaochen’s actions paused, his icy gaze fixing on her.
Her beautiful face flushed, looking moist and glossy, filled with youthful defiance.
Sheng Shaochen’s gaze was unconsciously drawn to her allure.
Looking at her shirt, the splotchy mud caked on it, there was an indescribable charm to it.
Sheng Shaochen’s frown deepened.
This woman always had the ability to make him overlook her mistakes, time after time, forgiving her without principles or boundaries.
Completely uncontrollable inside.
The feeling of alcohol intensified these emotions, making his mood even more complex and troubled.
Sheng Shaochen cursed inwardly, his legs unfolding violently as he straightened up, sitting upright.
This little woman was like a poison to him.
He always found himself inexplicably unable to handle her.
Sulkily, he reached under the seat, pulled out a box, and drew out a towel, “Clean the mud off your body.”
He feigned disgust in his tone to shift his irritable state of mind.
Then, he threw her a brand-new black shirt, “Put this on!”
Ye Shu, surprised, blinked open her eyes to discover he had thrown a towel and a shirt.
Looking at her ragged self and all the mud, then at Sheng Shaochen’s lack of interest as he rested with his eyes closed.
Ye Shu had a thought pass through her mind—Sheng Shaochen probably had a bit of a cleanliness fetish.
Was it because he saw her in this messy state that he showed no interest at all?
Then she definitely didn’t want to clean herself up and foolishly walk right into his trap!