Chapter 118: Lofty Demeanor

When Liang Jinshang arrived outside Shang Yucheng’s office, her phone rang. The screen displayed Shang Yucheng’s name. Had he called her? Liang Jinshang didn’t answer; instead, she walked straight inside, casually closing the door behind her. Shang Yucheng narrowed his eyes, watching her, then boldly pressed a button with his uninjured right hand. The smart door lock clicked shut behind her. It was locked. Liang Jinshang straightened her slender back, tightening even more. If Shang Yucheng intended to do something to her now, she wouldn’t resist—only feel disappointed. The rush of adrenaline could indeed cloud one’s mind and temporarily suppress conflicts. But blocking the tension was worse than relieving it; hiding it now would only lead to greater clashes later. Unless he never planned a future with her. Shang Yucheng spoke calmly first, “With such an attitude, do you still expect me to invite you?” “When did you invite me?” Liang Jinshang asked in surprise, arguing, “I took a taxi here by myself.” Shang Yucheng lifted his chin, “I just called.” He was being unreasonable. When Liang Jinshang received his call, she was already at the door, and she hadn’t answered. Yet, Shang Yucheng was partly right. Although she hadn’t come because of his “invitation,” the call had given her some confidence. It proved he wasn’t arrogantly waiting for her to beg for peace. Whether sending the property deed via an assistant or calling just before leaving work—these were reluctant concessions from a domineering “boyfriend,” offering her a way out. Liang Jinshang exhaled quietly, her gaze falling on the bandage on Shang Yucheng’s left hand. Facing off like opposing armies, she chose a conciliatory approach first. “Shang Yucheng, how’s your hand?” she softened her voice. Shang Yucheng, clearly displeased with her feigned gentleness, replied, “Ask me again in a couple of days; it’ll be healed by then.” He was reproaching her for not caring yesterday, saying it was too late now. Liang Jinshang pretended not to notice and stepped forward. “If it heals in two days, it’s not serious… That’s good—it saves me from worrying too long.” Shang Yucheng scoffed, watching her act, and asked slowly, “How exactly are you worrying?” Liang Jinshang raised an eyebrow; as long as he didn’t find it cheesy, she could manage. She cupped his hand gently and kissed it softly. “Your hand hurts, but I feel the pain…” “Ah!” Suddenly, Shang Yucheng grabbed her waist firmly, pulling her down unexpectedly into his arms. Despite stumbling, she still held his injured hand carefully, not letting it bump or hurt. She obediently sat on his lap, yet Shang Yucheng made no further move. Seizing the moment, she stated her purpose, “Shang Yucheng, let’s have a calm and honest talk.” Without her even saying it, Shang Yucheng knew what she wanted to discuss. To him, it was a conversation that no longer needed to happen. He spoke lazily, “I thought you came today because you received my gift.” What gift? The house? Or the necklace? Liang Jinshang felt a simple necklace wasn’t significant enough for him to mention. He must mean the house. Though she had already thanked him many times in person, receiving the property deed today justified expressing her gratitude once more. “I received it,” she said, her clear almond eyes reflecting his image. “I didn’t expect it to have been out there so long and still return to me. Shang Yucheng, thank you for your thoughtfulness.” Shang Yucheng listened quietly, his serene brow briefly flickering with surprise. “Nothing else to ask?” Liang Jinshang paused. “...No.” He smirked and nodded teasingly, “Hmm.” But Liang Jinshang’s attention was elsewhere; she didn’t notice the subtle change in Shang Yucheng’s expression.