Chapter 212: Chapter 212: The King’s Return (9)

Jiang Ye first saw Chuzheng in the evening.

She came in from outside, holding a tray in her hands.

Jiang Ye was feeling much better by then, leaning against the headboard and looking out the window.

When Chuzheng entered, he turned his head.

The corners of Jiang Ye’s lips lifted in amusement, “Miss Sheng, pardon my forwardness, but seeing is believing. You are nothing like what I knew of you.”

“Mmm.” She wasn’t Sheng Chuzheng, of course, she was different.

The tip of Jiang Ye’s tongue gently pressed against his palate, and he chuckled lightly, “Miss Sheng, thank you for saving me.”

The young man’s complexion was still somewhat pale, but his smile instantly bloomed like hundreds of flowers, stunningly beautiful.

Stripped of the night’s sharp edge, the boy now seemed utterly harmless.

Chuzheng placed the tray aside, “You’re welcome, just think of me as a good person.” Being a good person is such a hassle! Wish I could drop the act!

“Good person?”

Jiang Ye suddenly remembered how she had maliciously poked at his wound before.

Was she really joking with him seriously?

Jiang Ye tilted his head and said with a smile, “Miss Sheng’s hobbies are quite unique.”

“All right.”

Jiang Ye: “…”

This little girl…

Only now did Jiang Ye take a good look at the person before him.

The young girl was dressed in a white T-shirt, with a black pleated skirt to her knees, and a light blue jacket over it. Her long hair was casually scattered behind her head, with the falling strands tucked behind her ear, revealing a complexion naturally clear.

Even without makeup, she was more beautiful than those who wore makeup by several degrees.

Her fair and delicate skin was like white jade.

A pair of dark, clear, and cold eyes, like ice and snow in the mountains, made one feel a chill at a glance.

Jiang Ye looked away from her and towards the portrait in the room, subtly changing the subject, “If my information is correct, Sheng Ting started his own venture, trampling the Sheng Family underfoot, why then do you still keep his portrait here?”

Chuzheng followed his gaze.

“This is his room,” Chuzheng replied calmly, “I haven’t had the time to take it down.”

Sheng Ting’s room…

What purpose did she have, bringing him into this room?

Jiang Ye felt conflicted.

Jiang Ye suppressed that complexity, asking obscurely, “You don’t hate him?”

Chuzheng responded with a question, “Why should I hate him?”

“He did that to the Sheng Family.” Jiang Ye’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, a dark glint flashed in his eyes, “Why don’t you hate him?”

“It has nothing to do with me.”

Jiang Ye lifted his eyelids, his deep and beautiful eyes staring straight at Chuzheng.

The young girl stood expressionless at the bedside, her eyes seemingly looking at him, but he felt as if she wasn’t looking at him at all.

It was as if her gaze was politely fixed on him, indicating that she was seriously engaging with him in conversation.

Jiang Ye found it all the more peculiar.

How could it have nothing to do with her?

The Sheng Family, after all!

Her family.

Her father’s whereabouts were unknown, and Sheng Ting had set up his own business, taking away so many people and deals from the Sheng Family.

Wouldn’t a normal person hate him?

Chuzheng passed the tray with the porridge to him, “Eat.”

This gesture didn’t seem like she was inviting him to eat.

It was more like she was offering him poison.

Jiang Ye shook his head cautiously, politely declining, “Miss Sheng, I’m not hungry.”

Chuzheng didn’t insist, placing it back.

“Why did you bring me back here? Aren’t you afraid of getting into trouble?” Jiang Ye asked curiously.

“Do you think I wanted to?” Chuzheng blurted out, each word as if laced with frost, piercing.

Jiang Ye raised an eyebrow, “Is there someone forcing you?”

That Bastard, that damn thing!

Suddenly, Chuzheng moved closer, shortening the distance between them, face to face, and Jiang Ye could even feel Chuzheng’s breath.

She carried with her a faint cool fragrance which lingered at the tip of his nose, refreshing to the core.

Jiang Ye’s body stiffened slightly, his expression frozen on his face, his eyes reflecting the girl’s beautiful brow and eyes.

His heartbeat sped up, and for some reason, he felt nervous…

Jiang Ye suppressed that odd feeling and slowly raised a smile, “Miss Sheng, even though you saved me, I have no intention of ‘offering my body in gratitude’.”

She brought him here for reasons unknown, but it could count as saving him, perhaps.

Offer my body in gratitude?

Who’s asking for that?

Chuzheng’s eyes and brows were filled with coldness, “How would you consider me a good person?”

Jiang Ye raised an eyebrow slightly, then said, “First of all, please Miss Sheng, keep some distance from me.”

Chuzheng stared at him for a few seconds, stood up, and stepped back hugging her chest.

Who even wants to be that close to you!

If it’s distance you want, it’s distance you’ll get.

Chuzheng thought about it and took two more steps back.

Without that faint fragrance, Jiang Ye’s palms slowly relaxed, and his heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

He didn’t even know what he was nervous about.

“Why does Miss Sheng want me to think of you as a good person?”

“Just answer my question, why ask so much?” Chuzheng, not wanting to explain and mainly not able to, snapped back aggressively.

Jiang Ye: “…”

Good people, do they even exist in their world?

Jiang Ye found it a bit funny.

He didn’t know what game the miss from this castle wanted to play with him…

Jiang Ye decided to respond to all changes with constancy.

He deflected the weird question, “Miss Sheng, could you please return my phone to me?”

When he woke up, his trousers were still on, but his phone and some other things were missing.

He needed to contact people now…

“No.” The young girl flatly refused him with an expressionless face.

“???”

Chuzheng was still fiercely defensive, “You haven’t answered my question.” Am I a good person or not! You tell me!

Jiang Ye ground his teeth, “Miss Sheng, do you think a good person would insistently ask others if they are a good person?”

Not even giving me my phone, and still a good person?

Give me a break.

Jiang Ye was close to rolling his eyes at Chuzheng.

“Yes.” Chuzheng argued confidently, “How would you know if you don’t ask?”

Jiang Ye had never been so at a loss for words as he was at this moment.

He remained silent.

The room became somewhat tranquil.

Chuzheng eyed Jiang Ye’s head.

At the moment, Jiang Ye was looking down, his gaze casually fixed on something.

Chuzheng quickly stretched out her hand and ruffled Jiang Ye’s hair.

As Jiang Ye looked up, Chuzheng had already turned to leave.

“???”

Jiang Ye blankly stared at the picture hanging on the wall.

After a while, he chuckled softly, “What’s wrong with this sister of yours.”

–

Sheng Ting Apartment.

Zhuang Yi was led into the room, where Sheng Ting sat at the large desk, a cigarette smoldering between his indiscernible expression.

“Brother Ting,” Zhuang Yi called softly.

Sheng Ting’s brows were furrowed with severity, and upon hearing Zhuang Yi’s voice, he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

“Come here.”

Zhuang Yi had noticed something off with the people outside when she came in and walked over with trepidation.

Ever since Sheng Chuzheng left, Sheng Ting’s temper had become increasingly unpredictable.

She had found out Sheng Chuzheng had returned to the Sheng Family, yet Sheng Ting hadn’t brought her back…

The chair Sheng Ting was in swiveled slightly.

Zhuang Yi cautiously seated herself in his embrace.

“Brother Ting, are you in a bad mood?”

Sheng Ting’s broad palms stroked her cheek as Zhuang Yi obediently nestled in his arms.

Zhuang Yi’s expression suddenly changed, and her body was pushed onto the desk.