On the day of Lin Xiaomiao’s wedding, Shen Cheng received several phone calls one after another.
The calls were from a few old classmates she hadn’t been in touch with for years, asking what gift she was bringing to Lin Xiaomiao’s wedding.
She casually replied to just bring a bun! Leaving them speechless, they hastily found excuses to hang up the phone—
After eavesdropping on Shen Cheng’s phone call, Shen Zhongming gave her a thumbs-up in admiration.
With a light glance at him, Shen Cheng left without a word.
A luxury car stopped next to Shen Cheng.
The car window rolled down slowly, and the man inside was watching her nonchalantly.
The domineering tone was Shi Yu’s habitual way of speaking.
Shen Cheng didn’t move for a while, then coldly glanced at him, "Reason?"
Shi Yu squinted his eyes, a hint of allure flashing in his chilly eyes, "No reason, but I heard you need a male companion. I think I meet all the criteria, and most importantly, I can help you save face."
In the sunlight, his perfectly sculpted features were even more dazzling, making Shen Cheng feel more and more offended.
"You look too ostentatious. I’m afraid to take you out and offend people."
Shi Yu raised his lips, deepening the charm, "Don’t be afraid, you can afford to offend them."
Before Shen Cheng could reply, he added, "Whoever you offend, I’ll teach them a lesson for you."
Offend someone and then go teach them a lesson? What kind of logic is that!
Seeing her speechless expression, Shi Yu gave a wicked smile, "At worst, I’ll keep a low profile. I’d rather others offend me than me offend others."
Facing this overbearing, pretentious, proud, and indifferent man, for the first time, Shen Cheng couldn’t find the right words to retort.
Shi Yu seemed very satisfied with her reaction, "Still not getting in the car?"
Shen Cheng gave him a sidelong glance, thought for a second—
Then, she bent down and got into his car.
The car sped away, and she didn’t even ask where he was taking her.
Soon, the car stopped outside a luxurious styling salon.
As soon as they entered, several female stylists came up to greet them, as if they were prepared all along.
"I’ll give you ten minutes."
The imperial tone was more intimidating than a royal edict.
Without giving Shen Cheng a chance to react, she was already surrounded by dozens of people and taken inside.
The manager of the styling salon didn’t dare delay, hurried over, and stood respectfully behind Shi Yu, listening to instructions.
All these years, this was the first woman Mr. Shi personally brought in!
Saying he wasn’t shocked would be a lie.
Shi Yu sat on the sofa, habitually lit a cigar, slowly rubbing the body with his fingertips, took a deep puff, and gently exhaled a smoke ring from his thin lips.
His clear eyes were covered with a layer of deepness.
In less than ten minutes, Shen Cheng, all dolled up, was pushed out by someone.
She was now dressed in a white strapless gown, showcasing her curvaceous figure.
On her collarbone was drawn an enchanting rose, adding a touch of mystery to her.
Shi Yu assessed the woman in front of him, not even changing his posture, his long legs casually resting on the coffee table, lazy yet sexy.
He elegantly stubbed out the cigarette, his lips curving slightly upward, "Beautiful."
He slowly uttered the two words, casual and indifferent.
The heat hidden in his eyes grew more intense, even starting to burn uncontrollably.
Facing that purposeful gaze, Shen Cheng silently cursed him in her heart: Beautiful, my ass!