Chapter 134: I Will Get Jealous

The legitimate Mrs. Lu.

Who wouldn’t want such a status? The young master of the Lu family was a man whom countless socialites and heiresses in the capital would break their heads over, desperate for the chance to marry.

Unfortunately, Lu Yunzhou had married young—or rather, he had been betrothed since long ago. Consequently, even if someone tried to intentionally get close to him, Lu Yunzhou would never spare them a second glance. No one ever had the opportunity to win his favor or affection.

Yet, the more she spoke, the deeper and darker the man's gaze became, turning somber. Was she always this glib when telling lies? If she were truly after the position and status of being Mrs. Lu, wanting to marry into a wealthy family, she shouldn't have been saying these things. Even if she were putting on an act, she should have made it more convincing. Otherwise, exposing her true colors was a foolish tactic that no sensible woman would employ.

Moreover, she was not just any woman. She was his fiancée. The future Mrs. Lu.

As for Shen Zhaoxi, she was merely thinking that she had run into her fiancé, and since this marriage was bound to be annulled sooner or later, why not act like this? It would only make him loathe her more! Once Lu Yunzhou discovered the kind of person she really was, he would feel betrayed to his core. No one allowed themselves to be deceived, and Lu Yunzhou was no exception. In this way, the engagement between them would naturally be dissolved.

Thus, she behaved with the brazen airs of the wanton women found in clubs, her words steeped in self-debasement.

Lu Yunzhou frowned, his deep, unfathomable eyes fixed on her face. Beneath her mask, her eyes seemed to hold a captivating, shimmering smile. Her delicate, soft voice rang out before him.

"Or perhaps, Young Master Lu, you don’t like my type?"

Shen Zhaoxi smiled, her porcelain-white fingers slowly moving forward to wrap around the man’s neck. She watched him and said, "But you haven't even tried—how do you know whether you like it or not?"

As she spoke, she pushed the man back with a playful gaze, and the two tumbled onto the black leather sofa in the private room. In that instant, Lu Yunzhou’s eyes darkened, and his broad palm gripped her slender waist, steadying her to prevent her from falling. He took the weight beneath her, holding her as they lay on the sofa.

Shen Zhaoxi’s captivating laughter, seemingly emanating from the very marrow of her bones, was so soft and sweet it felt as though it were melting into his heart. Had it been anyone else, they would have been utterly bewitched by her, their souls long since lost.

But the man merely frowned, his eyes dark yet clear, focused intently on her.

Shen Zhaoxi pressed down on him, leaning close to his ear to whisper coquettishly, "Do you like this position, Young Master Lu?"

Her fair fingers traced slowly upward along his Adam's apple.

"Or would you prefer to play at something else?"

Her graceful hand paused, and with a sudden, playful tilt of her lips, she reached for the man’s belt buckle. Lu Yunzhou’s expression darkened violently. He seized her wrist, his brow furrowed tightly. His pitch-black eyes searched hers, as if trying to look through her eyes and into her heart. But her gaze was clouded with a mist, as if she were untouchable. Even her smile felt like viewing flowers through a haze—easy to be blinded by.

The moment Lu Yunzhou grabbed her hand, Shen Zhaoxi’s expression darkened, as if this had been her plan all along. Her hand, stalled at his belt buckle, was gripped tightly by the man, leaving him unable to free his hands to stop her from doing what she intended.

Lu Yunzhou’s pupils trembled slightly. The young woman before him lowered her head, closing the distance to his thin lips. It was hard to see clearly in the darkness, especially with the delicate, cicada-wing mask she wore. Her eyes were smiling, yet the emotion within them was cold, as if she were treating him like one of the patients she used to save in emergencies.

It was just mouth-to-mouth contact, wasn't it? It was the same principle as saving a life.

At that moment, the young woman pressing down on him suddenly squinted, smiled, and dipped her head. Lu Yunzhou’s eyes grew dim, like thick, viscous ink merging with the atmosphere of the dark room.

The girl’s black hair fell loose, slightly disheveled, and her warm breath washed over his face. Her soft, moist lips pressed against his. His hand was still clasped around her waist. The atmosphere turned ambiguous; in the dark space, the temperature continued to rise, yet the girl before him showed no signs of stopping.

Suddenly, her breath shifted downward, landing on his Adam's apple.

In that instant, Lu Yunzhou’s eyes constricted. His body went rigid, his throat bobbed, and his breathing turned ragged.

"What are you nervous about, Young Master Lu?"

Shen Zhaoxi lifted her head, her eyebrows arched slightly. Her voice carried a hint of mockery as it fell into his tense, deep gaze. Her hand was still held by the man—held so tightly she could barely break free.

Shen Zhaoxi looked at him. "You don't want to?"

So he wasn't going to let her run wild. How interesting. But she was determined to provoke him, to make him feel loathing and profound disappointment toward her.

Her hand suddenly moved again, intent on her goal.

"Shen Zhaoxi!..." Lu Yunzhou’s heavy, labored breathing was clearly audible in the silent room.

The next second, the man gripped her wrist, pushed hard, and flipped over, pinning her down into the sofa.

The young woman looked up, a sliver of laughter spilling from her eyes, her voice even trembling slightly. Perhaps, at that moment, Shen Zhaoxi was actually nervous. But having seen so much bloodshed and turmoil over the years, she naturally possessed the ability to hide her emotions perfectly.

"Hmm?" Shen Zhaoxi’s soft, sweet voice and warm breath lingered between them. She was pinned to the sofa by the man; he held one of her wrists while his other hand braced against the side of her neck.

Lu Yunzhou’s pitch-black eyes seemed to churn with thick, dark desire, like an impending storm.

"So, Young Master Lu likes to play like this?"

"But isn't it a bit inappropriate to be calling out another woman's name while you're with me?"

"I'll get jealous, you know."

Shen Zhaoxi was completely pinned to the sofa by him. Both her hands were gripped and imprisoned in his palms. Yet she continued to smile, attempting to struggle just a little.

She couldn't break free. She was held fast.

He lowered his head, his thin lips pressed into a tight line, his face shrouded in the darkness. Yet, from start to finish, his eyes remained clear. In those black depths, complex emotions simmered.

The lights in the room were off, leaving everything in pitch blackness. As the temperature rose, despite the lack of air conditioning, it felt stiflingly hot. He stared at Shen Zhaoxi’s face.

Shen Zhaoxi’s brow was furrowed. If the lights were on, one would see the complicated emotions swirling in her eyes. When speaking to the man, she possessed a complex, chilling detachment.

She had made three attempts.

She hadn't found the right opportunity yet.

If she could just take advantage of a moment of his distraction to knock him unconscious... how then should she leave?

How could she escape from here?