Shen Cheng turned around and met a pair of captivating black eyes, which could easily cause someone to fall in.
He had clean, short, tousled hair, and the collar of his black shirt was slightly open, revealing bronze skin.
With just one look, she remembered the door at her home that had been smashed to pieces!
She kicked towards him, but Shi Yu’s leg stopped it.
He looked at her, bowed his head ambiguously, and said with a roguish voice, "You naughty little liar."
Shen Cheng, in a fit of rage, threw a slap, "Damn it! You shameless bastard!"
Her hand was caught mid-air by his large hand.
He lightly tilted his head to the right, giving her a sidelong glance, recalling the farce from the afternoon.
His attractive lips curved into a perfect arc, "Was today fun?"
Her wrist was painfully squeezed by him, and Shen Cheng hissed, "Screw you!"
"I don’t have a ’screw you’."
"Your aunt—Aunt, BIG! AUNT!"
Shen Cheng’s eyes turned red with anger, wishing she could curse his entire family.
Shi Yu carelessly lifted his lips, "Hitting is affection, scolding is love. So, to what extent do you love me?"
When it comes to being sinister, if Shi Yu claims the second spot, no one dares to claim the first.
He has taken cunning to the highest level!
Before Shen Cheng could answer, his meaningful gaze swept blatantly over her stomach, "Where’s my son?"
"Fuck you, it’s your grandson!"
Originally, she thought Shi Yu would be angered by these words, but unexpectedly, he remained composed, "Hmm? Isn’t my grandson your son’s son?"
The words flowed from his lips with a mix of playfulness and frivolity.
Retracting the hand he had grabbed, Shen Cheng returned to sit at the bar.
She raised an eyebrow, beckoning to the bartender with a small gesture.
The bartender stepped forward, but before he could say anything, a murderous aura suddenly shot over—
Recognizing the man behind Shen Cheng, the bartender gave a wry smile and then turned to busy himself with his work.
Seeing this, Shen Cheng straightforwardly said, "Your most expensive wine here, bring a hundred glasses."
As soon as she finished speaking, she leapt off the high stool and turned to lean against the bar.
Her provocative gaze fell on Shi Yu.
The bartender didn’t move, clearly still conflicted by her request for a hundred glasses of the most expensive wine.
His reaction displeased Shen Cheng, "Do you think this gentleman can’t afford it?"
The bartender quickly shook his head, "No, not at all!"
The eldest son of the Shi Family, the top of the Du City Three Young Masters, a big boss well-versed in both underworld and legitimate circles! How could those working in such a venue not do their homework in advance?
Let alone a hundred glasses of wine, with just one word, he could capture all the bars in Du City.
Shi Yu squinted those captivating black eyes, observing the stunning little woman before him with interest.
Leaning in, he propped a single hand beside Shen Cheng’s shoulder.
He raised his other hand, pausing in front of her eyes, with a gold card wedged between his index and middle fingers.
He slightly lowered his head, exhaling an ambiguous breath onto Shen Cheng’s face.
It was a scent with a faint minty freshness...
Thankfully, Shen Cheng was calm enough not to be seduced by his sexy and charming stance.
She raised an eyebrow indifferently and directly pulled out the gold card pinched between Shi Yu’s fingers.
She pushed him away and strode off.
That domineering and carefree demeanor was nothing short of dashing.
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