Chapter 145 Birthday Night

Liang Weining couldn't answer because he was indeed in the wrong. Some things are better kept in mind. Once written down, the taste changes and it hurts the feelings.

But there is no regret medicine in the world.

She stammered, not knowing how to explain.

This look was undoubtedly interpreted differently by Chen Jingyuan. The girl's silence made him more certain of his guess.

Sure enough, after dating for half a year, he was still too kind to her.

As a result, the current dilemma has been created.

In the long silence, the man's gloomy gaze moved away from the girl's profile and slowly fell on the gift bag lying not far away.

Chen Jingyuan said calmly, his voice was cold and emotionless, "So, you think the things I gave you are expensive and meaningless, not even one ten-thousandth of what others give you."

This heart-piercing remark completely brought the girl back to her senses.

She looked up blankly, her eyes dazed.

What others.

His eyes subconsciously swept across the dining table before he suddenly reacted.

She tightened her throat and quickly explained, "This is a favor from a startup company. Zhuang Jiming also has one, exactly the same."

The reasoning is logical, even decisive.

"Take it apart and take a look."

Mr. Chen's tone was encouraging and he seemed very interested in this customer relationship.

Without any suspicion, Liang Weining did as he was told.

When I opened it, I was stunned.

In the dark blue velvet box, lies a ladies' watch.

Not only that, L&C is an international brand and has been focusing on couples' models since its launch.

Shen Fu, what are you doing?

After holding his breath for a while, Liang Weining pretended to be calm and closed the box. He said in a tight voice: "Maybe it was a mistake. I will return it tomorrow."

Seeing her ability to make on-the-spot sophistry, Chen Jingyuan couldn't help but sneer.

Even at this point, he still has to make jokes, thinking that he is easy to fool.

In her heart, she didn't seem to care at all, didn't pay attention to his feelings, and thought his heart was as strong as a wall of iron, so indestructible that she could deceive and manipulate him.

Almost instantly, the atmosphere became extremely depressing.

Like being tortured to death by slow slicing, Liang Weining remained motionless, enduring bit by bit the invisible judgment from those in higher positions.

Apart from the laughter just now, there was no further news. He did not speak for a long time, just looked at her calmly and silently.

Until the man's aura suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Meeting the eyes that had long lost their warmth, Liang Weining's heart sank to the bottom, and she finally understood what the driver meant.

So, in fact, he had been to the Entrepreneurship Park and saw her and Shen Fu together.

Just because of a small gift, he doubted her. Without asking the reason, without knowing the truth, he doubted her?

What about Shen Fu's identity? Does he know it?

If he knew it was his ex, what would he do to her tonight?

However, the tug of war lasted less than a few breaths. Chen Jingyuan stretched out his arm expressionlessly, picked up the notebook on the edge of the dining table, opened a page at random, and asked her to read it out.

My mind was in a mess and I couldn't figure out what the man wanted to do.

Does he know that today is her birthday? Does he have to punish her in this way?

The girl straightened her back stiffly and stood still.

The big hand on the waist tightened, "Read!"

The word "cold" is full of power and oppression.

If this could make him calm down, Liang Weining's eyes turned red, her gaze fell on the beautiful handwriting on the paper, and after trying several times, she forced herself to speak, "On April 4, I received a transfer from Mr. Chen--" She choked up after just reading a few words.

In the mist, the man lowered his neck and chin, clasped the back of her neck with his palm, and bit her lips ruthlessly without saying a word.

The long arm swept across the dining table, and the sound of cakes, plates, and red wine bottles breaking rang out one after another. One could imagine without even looking, the floor was a mess.

He pinched her waist and hips with his big hands, and lifted her up with strong force, pressing her against the dining table.

The man's tie was still untied, and the coldness piled up on her chest. The tourbillon watch and cufflinks that pressed against her waist were cold and hard.

Only the candlelight in the center is warm.

Her clothes were intact, and the hem of her skirt was roughly pushed up to her waist by that big hand. There was not even any foreplay, and they got straight to the point.

Chen Jingyuan's eyes were full of bloodshot, and the veins on his neck were bulging with suppressed anger. He clamped her wrists above her head and forced his hot breath into her ear, "Since you like to record, then write about tonight as well."

Write what?
She wrote about the Entrepreneurship Park, her ex, couple watches, and how Mr. Chen brutally possessed her for a notebook and so-called "customer favors"?

Tears rolled down his face like a flood, and in the flickering candlelight, there was no trace of pity in his eyes.

In the man's dark pupils, there was only an unfathomable coldness that eroded and swallowed her body and will inch by inch.

Later he carried her to the bedroom on the second floor.

Liang Weining refused to speak, pursed her lips and closed her eyes. After countless repeated destruction, her cheeks were already stained with tears.

The girl's silence and stubbornness did not make the perpetrator soften his heart. Chen Jingyuan lowered his head and kissed the corner of her eyes, speaking in a hoarse, gentle and cruel voice: "Cry it out, the night is still long."

I was half asleep, and I could feel the person behind me untying his tie. I couldn't help but think of the tie clip that was still in Xiangyue Mansion and hadn't been given away yet.

The next moment, the cold fabric was wrapped around her wrists, circle after circle, as if wrapping around her heart, on the verge of suffocating her.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, clusters of fireworks rose from the sky in the southwest of the villa area, instantly lighting up the night sky and burning the girl's misty eyes.

At the foot of the imperial city, the smoking ban is being ignored. Who is trying so hard to make the beauty happy?

But no matter how beautiful fireworks are, they will eventually fade away.

I don’t know how long it took, the brilliant colors slowly faded from my sight, and were replaced by dense stars emerging from the depths of the night.

The twinkling stars of light were moving towards the center of the sky above the villa at a constant speed. As the shape became complete, it finally converged into a row of English words.

——NingNing23yo
It indicates that this birthday night is about to end.

What a romantic 23 years old.

Roses, candlelight dinners, cakes, wishes, fireworks, drones, everything.

The only thing missing is: happy birthday.

In the second half of the night, there were lightning and thunder, and heavy rain fell all night.

From the floor-to-ceiling window to the bathroom, and finally trapped on the gray and white bed in the master bedroom, the girl's broken and weak sobs echoed in the rumbling thunder.

She was never afraid of thunder, but tonight she was unusually sensitive.

Perhaps he noticed that the person beneath him was trembling violently, so the man finally stopped and lovingly wrapped her in a thin blanket, then gently picked her up and held her in his arms. He placed a wet kiss on her sweaty forehead, patted her back with his palm, and soothed her in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid."

He knew that she was afraid of more than just thunder.

The night fell until the sky was just beginning to turn pale. After smoking his third cigarette, Chen Jingyuan stepped into the bedroom from the terrace and turned off the vibrating cell phone on the couch.

Hearing a few faint whispers from behind him, he walked over slowly, sat beside the bed, and quietly stared at the little girl's peaceful and silent sleeping face.

He stared at her for a while, then reached out and gently stroked her slightly frowned brows.

After a moment, a message came in on the phone.

Urgent business.

Chen Jingyuan slowly withdrew his hand, tucked in the quilt for the girl, stood up, untied the belt of his bathrobe, and walked to the cloakroom.

Twenty minutes later, go downstairs.

Before leaving, he told the housekeeper: "Wait until she wakes up before sending her breakfast. Tell her that she doesn't need to go to the company today and should wait for me at home."

The latter nodded to show that he understood.

Is it cruel? Wait for Xiaoguai's response tomorrow.