Chapter 16: What Kind of Experience Did She Give You?
Inside the Bentley.
There were still traces of tears on Gong Xueyuan’s face, and her voice was tinged with grievance. “I’m not going home tonight. I want to go to your place!”
Shang Yucheng was driving, his tone gentle yet leaving no room for refusal. “I’ll take you home.”
“I won’t!” Gong Xueyuan turned away. “We’re about to get married! Am I really so beneath you?!”
She had been doted on since childhood—not just for her distinguished background, but also for the beauty that graced her from head to toe.
She had grown into a captivating woman, not to marry a man only to lead a life of loneliness.
Shang Yucheng paused, then offered sweet words, “No, it’s precisely because I deeply desire you that I want to give you an unforgettable experience.”
But Gong Xueyuan was no naïve girl; she knew very well what a man’s “desire” truly meant, and she certainly wouldn’t be restrained by reason or morality.
All the more so… she couldn’t remain calm when she thought of what she’d witnessed in the restroom.
Her fingers dug deep into the leather seat beneath her. After a long moment, she asked with a trembling voice, “Then what about Liang Jinshang? What kind of experience did she give you?”
The curve of Shang Yucheng’s lips grew unreadable. After a moment, his voice was even: “I told you, I didn’t touch her. Xueyuan, you know enough about a man’s physiology—if I had touched her today, what you saw would have been very different.”
But there was no comfort for Gong Xueyuan in his words.
What she saw?
She saw Shang Yucheng leaning half against a wall, smoking, his expression calm—but further down, his body told another story entirely.
This man carried the scent of another woman’s perfume, his body blatantly declaring its longing for that person.
“What exactly did you two do?!” Gong Xueyuan couldn’t stop herself from crying out, nearly hysterical.
Shang Yucheng drove on in silence, saying nothing more.
Back then, the restroom light was dim and uncertain. All he could see was a faint, delicate silhouette—a pair of butterfly-like shoulder blades shifting with her movements, a waist so slender it could be held in one hand…
Even if he had long since grown weary of such sights.
But he was a healthy man with a keen sense of aesthetics; to be aroused by visual stimulation was only natural.
…
When Liang Jinshang returned to her dormitory at school, it was just about dinnertime, and she ran into her roommate He Huan.
“Liang Jinshang, your face…” He Huan exclaimed in surprise. “Who hit you?!”
Liang Jinshang shook her head. “It’s nothing.”
She noticed her laptop was sitting on He Huan’s desk. “You used my computer again?”
“Yeah, your specs are better. Those design programs only run on your laptop,” He Huan explained in a flustered whisper. “You said before I could use it whenever I wanted, so I didn’t ask you every time…”
Liang Jinshang nodded indifferently; she’d only asked to divert He Huan’s attention.
She took back her laptop and started it up to work on her designs. He Huan offered to bring her dinner back from the cafeteria.
“No need, thanks.”
She’d already had mousse cake this afternoon, which was sweet and cloying enough; after the slap from Gong Xueyuan, she felt even less able to stomach anything.
She began sketching, opening BBC News to practice her English listening skills, stretching her hands, eyes, and ears to their limits.
This self-tormenting study method had been her habit since her third year of high school—that year, she’d practically driven herself mad with learning.
She didn’t know how much it hurt for a phoenix to be burned in its rebirth, but for Liang Jinshang to go from a truant slacker to the top scorer in the college entrance exam, it was far more than just shedding one or two layers of skin.
She was so focused on her work that she didn’t stop until nearly half past ten.
Her phone lit up with two WeChat messages.
“I have a photo for you.”
As soon as she opened it, she sat up straight—it was Gong Xueyuan!
Gong Xueyuan had changed out of her afternoon outfit into a sleek, sequined little black dress, and beside her stood a bearded man.
Coincidentally, Liang Jinshang recognized the man as well.
Liang Jinshang: [Send me your location, I’ll come right away!]
The other person: [Don’t bother, you won’t catch them. Looks like they’re about to get a room together.]
Liang Jinshang: [Get me a photo, the more intimate the better.]
The other person: [You’re just a young lady, don’t be so pervy… Besides, isn’t this illegal?]
Liang Jinshang: [Just do it!]
Half an hour later, she received a three-minute video, apparently captured by a camera.
The footage was inside a private room at a bar; Gong Xueyuan’s dress was half slipped down to her waist, her long hair spilling over her bare back, sitting atop the bearded man like a seductive siren.
Liang Jinshang downloaded the video.
She watched only a few seconds before closing it—those few seconds were more than enough to make Shang Yucheng’s humiliation unmistakable.
The other person: [I set up a camera on the fly to get this. If this video ever gets out, buy me a coffin made of golden nanmu wood, and you can inherit my bar, deal?]
The tone was deliberately light, knowing Liang Jinshang’s mood must be foul after seeing those two together.
But Liang Jinshang knew how dangerous it had been to install surveillance right under the bearded man’s nose.
They both understood just how ruthless and reckless that man was.
A few minutes later.
Liang Jinshang: [I can’t afford it. Just cremate you on the spot.]