Chapter 2 (1/2)

Good Girl

Cheng Xingyang’s questioning voice emanated from the phone. “Where have you been for the past two days? Linlin and I sent you so many messages, but you didn’t reply.”

As Xing Shu tied the sash of her sleeping robe, she looked up and met Cheng Lang’s gaze. Cheng Lang’s aura was too imposing—his high nose bridge, well-defined double eyelids, coupled with eyes that were long and upcurved at the corners—exuded an air of distant and indifferent aloofness. Seeing his face, Xing Shu’s anger from Cheng Xingyang’s questioning suddenly subsided tremendously. Although her entire body was sore and aching from the romping, at least she had made Cheng Xingyang a cuckold.

“Oh, I haven’t looked at my cell phone for the past two days. What’s the matter?” Xing Shu casually picked up the suit on the ground.

“Young Uncle is back in the country. I’ll pick you up for dinner in ten minutes.” Cheng Xingyang hung up without waiting for Xing Shu’s reply.

Xing Shu raised her eyebrows and paused for a moment before looking at Cheng Lang. “Young Uncle is back?” Her tone was seductive and sultry.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Cheng Xingyang arrived so quickly?

Xing Shu scanned Cheng Lang’s face for any expression—even a tinge of guilt was good. But, there was none—he was as at ease as if he were at home.

Xing Shu pointed at the bathroom and snorted. “Young Uncle, my fiancé is here. Can I trouble you to hide?” she said casually. Cheng Lang was nonchalant. At the same time, an unfamiliar male voice emanated from outside the door. “Miss Xing, I’m here to deliver clothes to the President.”

Xing Shu raised her eyebrows.

So, it wasn’t Cheng Xingyang

. She opened the door and saw a man who looked like an assistant holding a suit and lowering his head respectfully. He did not seem to be curious about her relationship with Cheng Lang; extreme professionalism as expected of Cheng Lang’s staff.

Xing Shu took the suit and handed it to Cheng Lang.

“Good girl.” His tone was like snow in a stream, cold and indifferent. The lust in Cheng Lang’s eyes was apparent, yet his cold and abstinent persona returned once he put on the suit. Xing Shu felt his title of “Buddha on Earth” was at odds with his behavior, as she recalled how Cheng Lang was such a beast in bed.

Even so, when Xing Shu saw the mottled scratches on Cheng Lang’s back, her face felt inexplicably hot. When she helped the inebriated Cheng Lang to the apartment, Xing Shu did not expect them to bang so many times.

The atmosphere was a little awkward and ambiguous. Xing Shu wanted to say a few words to break the ice, but her cell phone rang a second time—it was Cheng Xingyang again. His tone was very impatient. “Are you downstairs already?”