Chapter 15
Her biggest regret was dragging Xiaoshuang into this mess. Xiaoshuang worked so hard to support her entire family—without her daily earnings, her household would collapse.
Overwhelmed with guilt, Shuangshuang covered her eyes and turned her head away, not wanting her best friend to see her cowardly tears.
Outside the interrogation room, Shen Mocheng watched through the one-way glass. Seeing the silly girl trembling in fear, stifling her sobs with such careful fragility, a suffocating chill radiated from his towering frame. Under the harsh white glare of the precinct lights, his handsome features turned lethally dark.
Chief Zhang rushed over, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. "Mr. Shen! The little bastards on duty arrested the wrong people—blind fools who had no idea she was Madam!"
"Let them go." His voice was as frigid as an ice cellar.
"Right away! Right away!" Chief Zhang panicked, quickly signaling his subordinates.
The man took a slow drag from his cigarette, a razor-sharp, chilling edge gleaming in his dark eyes. In a deceptively casual tone, he added, "As for the other party who started the brawl—I must trouble Chief Zhang to help her parents teach her proper manners. Keep her locked up until she learns how to conduct herself like a decent human being. Also, that officer inside who mistreated my wife..."
Chief Zhang cut in immediately: "Severe disciplinary action! A useless fool who couldn't recognize a dragon among men!"
Five minutes later, the interrogation room door swung open.
Gu Ziyi stood up with a triumphant smirk. "Can I leave now?"
The officer bypassed her completely, walking straight toward the corner. He bowed respectfully and said, "Miss Gu, Miss Han, the two of you are free to go."
Gu Shuangshuang blinked in confusion. "What?"
Gu Ziyi’s expression twisted in outrage. "Did you lose your damn mind?! Hey! Get it through your thick skull: I am Miss Gu, and I am the one who gets to leave!"
Even after being pulled out of the station by Xiaoshuang, Gu Shuangshuang still hadn't processed the sudden reversal. "What just happened? Am I dreaming? I was definitely the one who threw the first punch..."
"Pfft, stop being so brutally honest, you silly girl! From now on, we swear on our lives that Gu Ziyi hit us first! Pfft—did you see the look on her face? She looked like she had swallowed a whole basin of crap, hahaha!"
Shuangshuang grimaced at the vivid description, but she couldn't help laughing in pure relief. A whirlwind of emotions swept over her. "It's unbelievable, Xiaoshuang. I thought for sure we’d get locked up, or even end up in prison if Gu Ziyi pulled some strings. Who knew we’d be out in half an hour? And better yet, she’s the one detained! What poetic justice! The heavens must truly be looking out for me."
"Damn right! Thank the heavens!"
Parked across the street, a certain someone sitting in the back of a luxury van watched this exact scene unfold: two little fools standing outside the precinct entrance, bowing repeatedly to the open sky, thanking the heavens, the earth, and destiny itself!
Shen Mocheng: "..."
10:00 PM.
The Mercedes business van pulled up along the tree-lined driveway of Huaxi Villa.
Stepping out into the night, the tall, imposing man carried a faint, cool draft in his wake.
Handing his coat to Auntie Zhou, Shen Mocheng stepped over the threshold. In his elegant hand, he carried an exquisite boutique bag. Auntie Zhou took a glance; it bore the logo of a high-end luxury lingerie brand owned by his conglomerate.
His gaze swept toward the second floor. "Is she asleep?"
"Yes, sir." Auntie Zhou handed him a pair of men's slippers. "Mr. Shen, when Madam came back, I was scared out of my wits. She was covered in bruises, her neck was scratched, and her face was swollen... What on earth happened?"
"Got into a fight. Wild little brat." A trace of amusement laced his deep, velvety baritone. He asked, "Did you apply her medication?"
"All taken care of. Though for the marks on her body, Madam refused to let me help and insisted on applying it herself."
A dark flicker crossed his eyes. He had lost his temper that morning, completely failing to hold back and leaving behind far too many visible traces.
Carrying the small shopping bag, he walked upstairs.
He gently pushed the bedroom door open. The sweet, delicate fragrance unique to a young girl filled the room. Pure moonlight spilled across the floor, illuminating her slightly swollen little face.
Keeping his footsteps light, he didn't switch on the light. Standing by the bedside with one hand slipped into his trouser pocket, he frowned as he studied her sleeping posture—hardly graceful, twisted into an awkward little ball that rivaled Little Three's bizarre sleeping poses.
However, the long hair that was tied into schoolgirl pigtails during the day was now splayed across the pillow, radiating an effortless, delicate beauty with a subtle touch of alluring charm.
Leaning in slightly, he turned her face toward him, only to catch sight of her tightly furrowed brows and the dry tear tracks clinging to the corners of her eyes.
He recalled how brightly she had laughed in front of her best friend outside the police station, yet here she was, crying quietly in the dark when left all alone. What was she dreaming about?
A wave of tenderness washed over his chest. Lying down beside her, he gathered her into his arms. It had been years since he held a woman like this, and the soft, fragrant warmth filling his embrace made his heart skip a beat.
His breath grew slightly unsteady. His thumb gently stroked her small forehead, prompting her hands to reach out subconsciously and latch onto him tightly. Another tear escaped her lashes as she whimpered in her sleep. Shen Mocheng caught the muttered dream: "Haoxuan... I don't want you to go abroad... Xiaoshuang said boys always change for the worse once they leave..."
"..."
The tender, gentle warmth on his face instantly went pitch-black...
With an icy, thunderous scowl, he sat up. His long leg nudged her slender waist with irritation, sending the girl—who was still tearfully bidding farewell at an imaginary airport—rolling across the mattress like a little ball, teetering right on the edge of falling off!
Face taut, the man darted across the bed to catch the little idiot, shoving her back into the dead center of the mattress with blatant disgust.
Snapping, he hurled the shopping bag right beside her face. He had originally planned on dressing her in them himself, but his mood was thoroughly ruined!
Irritated, he brought an unlit cigarette to his lips, prepared to storm out in a rage. Yet, he found himself utterly reluctant to abandon this rare, precious night of holding her close and sleeping beside her.
Spinning back around with simmering frustration, he leaned down in the moonlight and claimed her soft, delicate lips in a fierce, punishing kiss...
Gu Shuangshuang woke up with her small brows tightly furrowed. What an utterly exhausting night of sleep!
First, she dreamed of her mother and Lu Haoxuan. Then, out of nowhere, someone treated her like a soccer ball, kicking and rolling her all over the place. After that, a heavy weight pinned her down, stealing her breath away, accompanied by a pair of cool, large hands roaming restlessly back and forth...
Did she have an erotic dream? What a shameless pervert!
Yanking the duvet over her head to hide her flaming cheeks, she caught a whiff of a crisp, intoxicating masculine scent—one that felt dangerously familiar...
This was a pure maiden's bedroom! How could a man's scent be lingering here?! Like a suspicious puppy, she crawled all over the bed sniffing frantically—the blanket, the pillow, all carrying that elusive, captivating fragrance. Shuangshuang flopped back onto the mattress in despair. It's over. I'm beyond saving. I'm craving a man so badly I've started having olfactory hallucinations...
Pulling on her clothes, she noticed an exquisite shopping bag peeking out from beneath the duvet. Shuangshuang walked over to inspect it, receiving the shock of a lifetime!
Yesterday, she couldn't afford a single bra and was humiliated for it. Today, this... this... As if by magic, several brand-new, gorgeously crafted sets were sitting right before her eyes!
Damn it, did her olfactory hallucinations graduate to visual hallucinations?!
Touching them, inspecting the delicate lace, and confirming it was no illusion, Shuangshuang bolted out of the bedroom. "Auntie Zhou!"
"Madam, what's wrong?" Auntie Zhou hurried up the stairs.
Shuangshuang pointed toward the bed. "I woke up and found three brand-new lingerie sets! And they're all precisely an E-cup! This..."
She trailed off, hesitating out of fear of getting her hopes up. In the morning light, her large eyes looked exceptionally bright and watery, practically screaming: Are these really for me to wear?
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