Chapter 129: Ruined

Liang Jinshang pushed Shang Yucheng away, unwilling to continue listening to his irrational venting of anger.

Moreover, he did not even know who He Xiaoque was!

With such an overbearing attitude, did he think this was Jincheng, where he could cover the sky with one hand?

Her legs were splattered with red wine, sticky and uncomfortable. Unable to endure it for another moment, she ran to the restroom to clean herself up.

This was the scene that greeted Shang Yucheng when he walked in.

Liang Jinshang’s dress was form-fitting, and since the wine was all over her legs, she took advantage of the empty restroom to hike her skirt up, leaving only the bare minimum for modesty.

What was worse, she was standing with one long, slender leg raised, her body half-curved, displaying a curve from waist to hip that was far more alluring than the "flirtatious display" she had just performed on stage—at least in Shang Yucheng’s eyes.

"Bang!" The sound of the door slamming shut startled her.

Already off-balance while standing on one leg in high heels, her right ankle twisted sharply, the pain sobering her up instantly.

If Shang Yucheng hadn't caught her, that fall would have been no laughing matter.

But if he hadn't appeared so abruptly, she would never have twisted it in the first place!

"Shang Yucheng, this is the women’s restroom! Why are you in here? Get out!" she pushed him away firmly.

But Shang Yucheng turned a deaf ear; he had locked the door the moment he entered.

Meeting his ink-dark, dangerous gaze, Liang Jinshang instinctively anticipated his next move.

Just as Shang Yucheng’s head tilted slightly, before he could lower it, Liang Jinshang raised both hands, pressing them firmly against his lips. "Don't you dare! We have already broken up! Let me go!"

Without warning, Shang Yucheng released her.

Liang Jinshang had been relying entirely on him to stay upright. As soon as he let go, a sharp, piercing pain shot through her injured ankle.

"Ah!" she cried out in pain, her hands instinctively falling from his lips as she flailed for balance.

Tears of physical pain welled up, leaving her feeling wretched and aggrieved, and she could only stand once Shang Yucheng took hold of her again.

Shang Yucheng said with merciless sarcasm, "Still trying to act tough?"

Liang Jinshang was still catching her breath, trying to subside the pain, but she was ignored by him once again. He hadn't come to show tenderness; he had come to settle a score.

Liang Jinshang felt a sudden heat and pain on her lips—a fierce, biting kiss, as sudden and violent as a storm, leaving her unable to breathe.

She instinctively leaned back, trying to escape his onslaught, but Shang Yucheng placed a hand behind her head, giving her no chance to flee.

"It hurts... my foot..." her words were muffled by broken sobs. "My foot hurts so much..."

He understood her perfectly, yet he did not let her go. Instead, he gripped her under the arms and lifted her directly onto the vanity.

Throughout the process, he remained relentless, showing no intention of letting her go.

Liang Jinshang could already taste the faint, metallic tang of blood spreading in her mouth. Her leg no longer hurt, but the pain on her lips was harder to bear than the sprain; it was, after all, such a delicate and sensitive area.

The tears that had initially been caused by her foot now flowed freely.

Once she started crying, it was uncontrollable. At first, it was just a silent release of pain, but when she felt his hand pull her shirt out from her waistband, a small sob finally escaped her.

Shang Yucheng’s brutality paused, but he only pulled back slightly.

Even though they were clearly at odds, the distance between them was now intimate enough for their lips and teeth to touch.

Liang Jinshang gasped, asking him in a slurred voice, "What are you doing, Shang Yucheng? Is this the only way you know how to deal with me?"

Shang Yucheng’s expression was icy; were it not for his burning breath betraying him, he truly looked like someone seeking revenge.

"Still planning to run?" he asked, his handsome face dark.

"When did I ever run?" she countered. She was only willing to admit that she had been there on a business trip.

Shang Yucheng moved slightly, biting down on her lower lip where the skin was already broken, drawing fresh blood.

Narrowing his eyes, he sneered, "If you weren't running, then what was this—an elopement?"

Liang Jinshang remained silent.

In truth, the lie she had concocted with Gong Xueyuan had become impossible to maintain the moment she realized He Xiaoque was actually in Xingcheng.

Shang Yucheng was a man of power and dominance who had never been defied. If He Xiaoque had truly "cuckolded" him, the fate of Hu Zhinan would be a preview of He Xiaoque’s future. No, He Xiaoque’s bones were much harder than Hu Zhinan’s; if he really clashed with Shang Yucheng, the outcome would likely be even more tragic.

If He Xiaoque appeared now, she would definitely explain the misunderstanding to Shang Yucheng. But that guy seemed determined to play the coward; no matter how much she ruined his reputation, he refused to show his face.

Liang Jinshang thought indignantly, then let Shang Yucheng misunderstand. Let everyone be miserable.

But she had overlooked the fact that she was still in Shang Yucheng’s grasp.

Her shirt had already been untucked, and now, the man’s hand reached up from behind her back, making it easy for him to do as he pleased.

When Liang Jinshang felt a sudden loosening of her clothes, she realized something was wrong.

She clutched herself in panic, looking up into Shang Yucheng’s dangerous eyes, and cried out, "Shang Yucheng, this is a restroom!"

The contempt in Shang Yucheng’s eyes was stinging. "You were willing to perform a striptease in public; isn't a restroom perfectly suited for you?"

The buttons of her shirt burst off, scattering across the floor. Liang Jinshang couldn't cover everything at once, and her collar slipped off her shoulder.

Shang Yucheng leaned in closer, making her realize just how perilous her position on the vanity was. Her nerves were frayed, and the atmosphere was ready to snap.

"It’s my freedom if I want to strip!" Liang Jinshang’s innate stubbornness was forced out by the suffocating pressure. "But if you dare lay a hand on me, I’ll report you for rape!"

Unthreatened, Shang Yucheng curled his lips into a wicked smile, his gaze cold. "Try to keep your voice down later. If someone hears you, no one will believe that I raped you."

His attitude was biting, and his actions were as fierce as an act of humiliation.

Just as his hands gripped her knees and he was about to exert force, a "knock-knock" sounded at the door, followed by Liangzi’s concerned voice: "Jinshang, are you in there?"

He had stepped away to handle the chaos on stage, and upon returning a few minutes later, he had asked Sheng Xiao where she was.

Sheng Xiao had pointed toward the restroom.

He had assumed Liang Jinshang was inside, so he asked, "What about Shang Yucheng?"

Sheng Xiao had replied with a meaningful look, "He followed her in."

Liangzi felt his eyebrows twitch instantly.

Damn it!

One didn't need to think hard to know exactly what he was doing in there!