【46.】

  Alright, I admit that Shen Zong is generally a good-tempered person when facing me, but we can't deny that his nature is still quite difficult to deal with. Otherwise, why would so many people be intimidated by the young master's overbearing behavior?

  So...

  Du Bin, you really are asking for trouble.

  Du Bin was also slightly stunned when he saw Shen Zhong, and then said: "Hello."

  Instead, Binbin was polite and stood beside me without saying a word, looking very angry. I rarely saw him so furious, and my heart was also a little worried.

  I stood there foolishly, not even daring to speak a word, my heart only praying that the young master wouldn't be too angry. It wasn't until after a while that I heard Shen Duan say: "How did she end up interning here?"

  Huh?

  What does this have to do with anything?

  I looked at Du Bin with doubt, he seemed like he wanted to say something but was uncertain, but in the end he still told the truth: "It was me."

  Simple two words, no need to say more, I understand in my heart.

  "Then what about her graduate school exams?"

  Du Bin furrowed his brow: "This seems to have nothing to do with you."

  "Doesn't matter?" Shen Dong seemed to have gone mad, actually laughing out loud "Du Bin, aren't you being a bit ridiculous? Not my concern? Who do you have a relationship with? Liu Jia's life is hers, not mine, nor yours. What right do you have to make such arbitrary decisions? Furthermore... Du Bin, why don't you ask Liu Jia herself, she may not like this way of being manipulated. Otherwise, do you think everything about her still needs your arrangement? Your hands are too short, Shen Dong's territory is beyond your reach!"

  Although Shen Duan was furious, he spoke in an orderly manner, without raising his voice much. The tone of his words revealed a sense of detachment and coldness that made me feel he must be extremely angry.

  Du Bin's face was one of the few serious ones: "You're right, I didn't ask her. But I don't think everything I've done is wrong."

  "What makes you think it's what Liu Jia wants just because it's your one-sided wish?"

  Alright...the topic has finally returned to me as expected.

  "I cleared my throat: 'It's like this... senior. From the beginning of the graduate exam to the internship, I always thought that my good fortune was completely unexpected, and I never thought there was a behind-the-scenes helper. Of course... as you said, what you did for me is probably all good things. However, senior, if you did this just out of care for a junior sister, then thank you, but your junior sisters are countless, and if you really have such a hobby, you can go help those who truly need help. I don't necessarily want these things. But if you did this out of some other personal feelings... then I'm truly grateful, there are many people more capable than me.'"

  That's all I have to say, I've never been one to speak harsh words, especially compared to Shen Zong.

  Du Bin's expression was not very clear under the night sky, and I also felt that I was a bit overboard with Shen Zhong's singing and harmonizing. After all, Du Bin was kind-hearted, but did I really feel calm in my heart when I accepted these things? Didn't I feel even a little excited? The fact is not so, what I said sounded so grandiose, even I myself felt a bit fake.

  He seemed to smile and said: "You're right..."

  It seemed like there was something else he wanted to say, and he kept staring at me. I couldn't bear such a gaze, so I had to lower my head. Du Bin walked past me, and I didn't have the courage to look at him.

  After going upstairs, Shen Zhong didn't say a word. I knew he was uncomfortable in his heart. After all, what Du Bin did for me, he could have done too, but being preempted by someone must have made him unhappy.

  I poured him a glass of water: "Here. Have some water, don't think about it."

  He stood in front of the window, gazing out at the brightly lit city, I don't know what he was looking at. But his cold and stern profile still told me that his anger had not dissipated.

  I had no choice but to put the water on the coffee table first and walk over to pull his sleeve: "Don't be angry."

  He doesn't speak.

  I've never seen him like this before, at a loss for words and didn't know what to say. He even said something out of line: "They're just trying to be kind!"

  He looked over and his gaze almost froze me to death.

  "What are you looking at me for?" I slightly frowned "I don't know anything about these things just like you, what's your attitude towards me?"

  "What are you mad at me for?" He said with a smile "What can I be mad at you for? It's just that I didn't take good care of my own woman, and now others have to do things on her behalf."

  The word "proxy" thoroughly infuriates me.

  "What do you mean by 'substitute labor'?"

  His hands were in his pockets, looking careless: "Aren't you curious about your graduate school exam at all? Earlier I just thought it was your family who helped you get the opportunity, and it wasn't convenient to ask. But if it wasn't your family who helped, wouldn't you be curious yourself? Who exactly lent a hand?"

  "Actually, about this air... fine, I admit my thoughts were a bit petty at the time, but why do I need to figure out those useless things? The key point isn't these things, the key point is that I can get a direct admission for graduate school." I sneered "Yes, you're a young master, with everyone fawning over you, even if you don't attend university it's not a problem, anyway you have a good family background and won't worry about food or clothing. But I'm different from you, my parents aren't officials or merchants, my future can't rely on my ancestors, I can only work hard, work harder. Otherwise? Like those female celebrities, smiling at you in the hopes that one day when your mood is good you'll give me 1.8 million and for this lifetime I'll have no worries about food or clothing? My relatives and parents will all benefit from it?"

  His eyes narrowed as he looked at me, as if looking at a stranger: "Liu Jia, say it again."

  It's as if the words were squeezed out from between his teeth, I knew he must be extremely angry, these words weren't what I wanted to say at all, I didn't think it would be something so unreasonable, but I couldn't control myself, I didn't want to back down, it was as if saying some harsh words could salvage some dignity.

  "I don't want to be like a prostitute, smiling all day for your sake, watching your face. I haven't said a word and his face has already darkened, this is like an encouragement for me. Even more, I don't want to rely on you, asking you about everything. I've never been that kind of person, if you're looking for that kind of girlfriend, sorry, you've got the wrong person. If you really want me to become that way, fine... pay me."

  As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out one hand and grabbed my arm, I let out a cry of surprise, and was dragged all the way to the bedroom by him.

  "Shen Dang! Let go!"

  He seemed not to have heard, and with a sudden movement, he threw me onto the bed. I didn't even have time to cry out in pain before his entire body was pressing down on mine, desperately tearing at my clothes. My clothes couldn't withstand his violent tugging, and soon they were all stripped off.

  I only felt a sense of dread then, his eyes were deep and turbulent like the rolling sea. His lips were tightly closed, his expression resolute.

  "Shen Duan......" I'm already choked with sobs "Don't......"

  He lowered his head to kiss my lips, and the words I had just spoken were all unspeakable. His hands stroked up and down my body, his palms were hot, touching my bare skin, and I couldn't help but shudder.

  A sense of humiliation surged up, and my tears flowed uncontrollably.

  He seemed to have sensed that I was crying, propped himself up and looked at me. I didn't want him to see my tears, so I buried my head deep in the quilt.

  Shen Diao got up and covered me with his coat. I lay on the quilt, wailing loudly, and he reached out to wipe away my tears.

  "Get out!" I finally broke down, my voice cracking. But I couldn't take it anymore, crying and shouting "Get out! You get out!"

  I don't know when he left, that night I just lay in bed, crying until I fell asleep, and then woke up to cry again. My phone rang for a long time, but I didn't answer it, probably because the battery ran out and it automatically turned off.

  The moonlight that night was very bright, shining on me, with a chilling coldness that penetrated to the bone.