Chapter 21: You Call This Innocent?
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Liang Jinshang didn’t hesitate at all. “Alright.”
She asked Gong Xueyuan, “How many bottles? If you and I drink alone, will you come over there to talk with me?”
Gong Xueyuan had no intention of talking to her alone.
She’d already won the day; what was there to discuss with someone so defeated?
But the men around them, spurred on by lust, kept urging them together. Gong Xueyuan considered it—letting this little nobody make a fool of herself might not be so bad.
“Beer is so weak. You should at least finish all of these, right?”
A dozen bottles—twelve.
Liang Jinshang laughed in exasperation. “I suggested a private conversation to save your dignity. Since you’re not interested, forget it.”
She turned to leave. “I have plenty of ways to make sure you’re trending online tomorrow too!”
Gong Xueyuan had expected her to come groveling, begging for mercy, but instead, she was so brash and arrogant.
Most unsettling of all was that final sentence—it filled Gong Xueyuan with foreboding.
“Stop!” Gong Xueyuan barked. “What do you mean by that?”
Liang Jinshang didn’t answer. Instead, she sized Gong Xueyuan up and commented, “That red dress doesn’t suit you. The black sequined camisole flatters you more.”
Gong Xueyuan’s expression changed instantly!
No matter the season, she never wore the same outfit twice. The only recent occasion she’d worn a black sequined dress was five days ago.
“Let’s talk over there!” Gong Xueyuan tried to drag Liang Jinshang to a private room, but now Liang Jinshang was in no hurry. She pulled Gong Xueyuan back to the booth.
Liang Jinshang pointed at the beer. “You made the rules; surely you won’t break them yourself?”
Drink twelve bottles, then talk privately.
Gong Xueyuan couldn’t stand the provocation. She shook her off. “Don’t think I’m afraid of you! Get lost!”
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Liang Jinshang took out her phone. “Fine, but before I leave, let’s add each other on WeChat.”
Gong Xueyuan’s phone chimed. She picked it up absentmindedly and tapped the red “1” notification.
She opened Liang Jinshang’s profile—and her eyes widened in shock!
It was a photo of her, bare-backed, sitting atop a man.
Suppressing her voice, Gong Xueyuan hissed, “You took pictures of me?!”
Liang Jinshang smiled innocently. “From a video, actually. The resolution isn’t great, but you get the idea.”
Hearing there was a video, Gong Xueyuan’s complexion grew even darker.
“I know what you want!” Gong Xueyuan, always transparent, immediately laid her cards on the table. “I can revoke your disciplinary action and return your thesis!”
But in moments like these, whoever shows their hand first is bound to be outbid.
Liang Jinshang nodded, reservedly, indicating her agreement.
Gong Xueyuan waited for her response, but when none came, she anxiously tried to snatch the phone away. “Delete all the videos! No backups!”
Liang Jinshang picked up a bottle of beer from the table.
Unable to find a bottle opener, she grabbed the drinks menu and sized it up, gauging the distance and force.
In a flash, the menu flicked upward, and with a sharp “clang,” she deftly popped the cap off.
Everyone was stunned by her skill—no one could utter a word.
Gong Xueyuan’s thoughts were a mess. Watching Liang Jinshang, now exuding utter confidence, she felt as if a vague figure drifted through her mind, but she didn’t have time to recall.
Liang Jinshang took a sip of beer. “Fulfill your promise first, then I’ll consider deleting it. Oh, and my friend has a backup—smashing my phone won’t help.”
Although, for a long time afterward, Liang Jinshang would regret adding that last sentence.
But there was no denying that seeing Gong Xueyuan’s panic-stricken, ashen face brought her immense satisfaction.
This was only the beginning. The wheel of fate turns, and those who do harm can never be triumphant forever.
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After sending Shang Ao’er home, Shang Yucheng returned, only to find Gong Xueyuan missing.
Someone pointed him in the right direction, saying Gong Xueyuan had drunk quite a bit and left with a pretty girl with a bun hairstyle.
Liang Jinshang wore her hair in a bun that night. As for the “pretty girl”...
When Shang Yucheng saw Liang Jinshang wrapped around that pink-haired companion, he sneered inwardly.
With so much of her waist exposed, this is what passes for “pure”?
Liang Jinshang was swaying unsteadily—it was clear she’d drunk a lot.
Shang Yucheng, tall and imposing, blocked their path. The pink-haired companion looked up. “Sir, would you mind moving?”
Shang Yucheng didn’t budge, his expression cold and unapproachable.
The pink-haired friend, a bar owner herself, knew better than to provoke a man like him. She was about to step around him when, in the next second, her arms were suddenly empty—Liang Jinshang had been pulled away by the man.
Liang Jinshang, unable to keep her balance, crashed into Shang Yucheng’s chest.
“Hey, what are you doing!” Pink hair protested anxiously.
Liang Jinshang raised her drunken eyes and called him, tongue thick, “Shang Yucheng...”
Shang Yucheng showed no emotion but radiated an intimidating presence. Pink hair had thought he looked familiar; hearing the name, she was shocked.
He was Shang Yucheng!
The next moment, Liang Jinshang pushed against his chest, trying to shove him away. “Let me go, I don’t want you...”
She glanced at pink hair, then deliberately appraised Shang Yucheng’s hair.
Suddenly, she reached out to pink hair. “I like pink, not green! Let me go!”
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