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?”