Chapter 152: Sharing the Same Pillow

After the meal, Le Quan followed Zheng Jue into his Ferrari.

She rolled down the passenger-side window. "Jingjing, are you really not coming with us?"

Shang Yucheng was standing right beside Liang Jingshang, reminding Zheng Jue in a lukewarm tone, "Parking here is not allowed for more than 60 seconds."

Zheng Jue gave them a hearty wave and started the car.

"Shang Yucheng, we are handing Liang Jingshang over to you in one complete piece," Le Quan said with a mischievous smile at Liang Jingshang. "I better see her in one piece when I get to work tomorrow!"

Shang Yucheng wrapped an arm around Liang Jingshang's shoulder and steered her toward his own car.

How else could she not be in one piece?

Everything that should have been done two years ago, he had already done.

Besides... what could he possibly do tonight, hmm?

Shang Yucheng suggested returning to Yunshui Mansion, but Liang Jingshang insisted on going back to Guanlan Courtyard.

He was noncommittal, only saying, "I am not sleeping in your parents' master bedroom."

Guanlan Courtyard had only two bedrooms, which meant he intended to share a room with Liang Jingshang.

Liang Jingshang wasn't going to fall for that. "Then you can sleep on the co—"

She stopped herself.

The sofa at home had already been thrown away.

She hadn't had time to pick out a new one yet.

She stared fixedly at Shang Yucheng for a few seconds, almost falling into his trap. "Why aren't you dropping me off at my home first, and then heading back to your own place?"

Shang Yucheng was bluntly honest. "That home of yours clearly has a much too low safety coefficient. From now on, whenever you stay there, I will be accompanying you."

Of course, it couldn't compare to Yunshui Mansion.

However, Guanlan Courtyard was also a high-end residential complex with twenty-four-hour security.

After this recent incident, she had taken back the keys from Nan Yi and Nan Wenqian, and she was planning to change the door locks next.

What was unsafe about it?

At the very least, the risk factor would be much lower than sharing a roof with Shang Yucheng.

Yet, whatever Shang Yucheng decided was clearly not something Liang Jingshang could change through non-violent non-cooperation.

In short, he still followed her upstairs.

Opening the door, Liang Jingshang spun around, braced her hands against the door frame, and blocked Shang Yucheng outside.

She emphasized solemnly, "Shang Yucheng, this is my home, and you have to follow my rules, understand?"

Shang Yucheng gave her a look that was half-smile, half-serious.

Then he casually flicked her arm upward. With her arms losing their leverage against the door frame, her center of gravity instantly shifted, and she was caught right into Shang Yucheng's embrace.

He picked her up horizontally with neat and decisive movements and kicked the door shut.

Since there was no sofa in the living room, he carried Liang Jingshang straight into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed.

Shang Yucheng leaned over, propping himself up on both sides of her head. "Your rules. You can state them now."

When a lion catches an antelope, it is little different from this—pinning the prey down with its paws, then lowering its head to figure out where to take the first bite.

With him striking such a posture of getting ready for a meal, how was she supposed to speak?

Too dangerous.

The gaze Shang Yucheng fixed on her right now was even more dangerous than a lion!

Those who adapt to circumstances are wise.

Liang Jingshang wriggled out from under Shang Yucheng's propped arms. "There are clothes of yours in this room, so you can sleep here. I'm going to sleep in my parents' room!"

With that, she went to the wardrobe to look for her pajamas.

The moment she opened the closet door, she saw that half of the wardrobe was occupied by Shang Yucheng's clothes.

She froze for a fraction of a second.

In truth, during those few days of their brief coexistence after he gave her the house, she had truly believed that they would at least share a period of pleasant companionship.

Shang Yucheng rolled over, lying flat on his back on her bed, and asked when he heard no movement from her for a long time, "Still not going to shower?"

Liang Jingshang snapped back to her senses, grabbed her clothes, and hurried out the door.

Stealing a quick glance at Shang Yucheng, she saw that he was lying quite comfortably, his long legs propped against the floor.

Most importantly, he had lain down on the bed while still wearing his jacket.

Probably not many women could endure that.

Liang Jingshang took a few deep breaths and still stopped in her tracks. "Shang Yucheng, the first rule of my household is that no one lies on the bed wearing a jacket."

"If you really can't bear to leave..." Shang Yucheng's arm rested across his forehead, his voice very calm yet full of implication, "you can stay. No need to look for excuses."

A cuckoo that had taken over a magpie's nest could still be this arrogant and asking for a beating!

Liang Jingshang turned and went into the master bedroom, choosing out of sight, out of mind.

When she came out after her shower, she discovered that the cuckoo had finished his shower and was sitting on the master bedroom's bed once again.

Liang Jingshang: "Something the matter?"

Shang Yucheng lowered his head to play with his phone and replied succinctly, "No."

"Then..." Liang Jingshang asked, baffled, "Then go back to your room to sleep!"

Shang Yucheng put down his phone, looked up at her, and asked, "Are you going to sleep?"

Liang Jingshang nodded.

Although she didn't suffer from severe menstrual cramps, on the first day of her period, it was inevitable to have a sore and uncomfortable lower back, and she wanted to rest early.

Shang Yucheng stood up and walked over to pull Liang Jingshang's hand.

Caught off guard, Liang Jingshang was dragged along by him, taking a few steps before she reacted. "Shang Yucheng, what are you doing?"

"Sleeping." Shang Yucheng glanced back at the master bedroom's bed. "Did you really think I would let you sleep on a bed that cripple slept on?"

"I changed the bedsheets and quilt covers," Liang Jingshang said, speechless. "Besides, I lived with Liang Xizhou for so many years..."

Clearly, if she kept talking, it would definitely not be what Shang Yucheng wanted to hear. "If you shut up right now, then coming over with me right now means 'sleeping' as in sleeping in our respective spaces. If you want to broaden your horizons, I can also show you that a period doesn't stop me from doing anything."

Liang Jingshang: "..."

Shang Yucheng was indeed not a man of many tricks.

True to his personality, he valued practical results and didn't play flashy games. Most of the time, he respected Liang Jingshang's thoughts.

However, not playing tricks didn't mean he didn't know how.

Liang Jingshang was accustomed to lying on the left side of the bed, sleeping on her right side.

Today, however, to deny Shang Yucheng even the slightest opportunity to push his luck, she pressed herself tightly against the edge and lay facing left the entire time.

With earphones plugged into her ears, she listened to an audio file while silently reciting English vocabulary.

Between the unfamiliar sleeping posture and her physical discomfort, she had finished reciting fifty words yet still hadn't managed to fall asleep.

Hearing the steady breathing behind her, she shifted her numb half-body slightly.

Yet with that slight movement, the mattress stirred with unusual intensity.

Just as she was about to turn around and look, the indentation of the mattress clearly moved in her direction.

The next second, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling Liang Jingshang right into his embrace.

"Don't touch me!" Every woman during her period wished she could lie in bed as peacefully as if she were departing from this world.

Even though Liang Jingshang was used to using tampons, the inner dread of having to wash the bedsheets could never be changed.

A man could never understand this logic.

Sure enough, Shang Yucheng sounded displeased. "Who's touching you? Sleep closer."

Pulled into Shang Yucheng's embrace, Liang Jingshang's palm happened to press right against the aching, numb spot on her lower back.

"Who sleeps completely motionless?" Shang Yucheng's voice murmured softly right by her ear.

Liang Jingshang couldn't help snapping back, "Are you afraid I'll faint?"

Shang Yucheng let out a low chuckle and deliberately said, "I'm afraid you'll die."

Liang Jingshang couldn't resist punching him, muttering under her breath, "No good words ever come out of a dog's mouth—how can nothing good come out of a cuckoo's mouth either?"

Shang Yucheng didn't catch it clearly and leaned in closer. "What did you say?"