Chapter 6 Don't Push People Too Far 6

Impossible, he only knew she cared about Shen Yang, so he used him to threaten her.

Their Shen family had no relation to Gu Kai at all, it was just that he wanted to force her into compliance by harming the Shen family.

But after Shen Yang came back, how was she supposed to tell him, to tell him about what happened between her and Gu Kai? Would he be sad when he found out? How would he view her?

Shen Ruo shook her head, forcing herself not to think about these things. She could only take it one step at a time.

Wrapped in a bath towel, she came to the bathroom and stood under the shower, her gaze inadvertently falling on the faint bite mark on her chest. Even though it had been a long time, the scar had not faded away.

Shen Ruo's eyes became hazy, her thoughts suddenly reverting to three months ago.

Three months ago.

"Imperial Capital," the largest, most luxurious, and most grandiose entertainment venue in U City.

In the exquisitely decorated private room, Shen Ruo, after being made to drink a few beers, felt her stomach bloat.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to the restroom. You guys keep playing, I'll be back soon."

Chen Shanshan grabbed her hand, "Do you need me to accompany you? You're walking all wobbly."

She waved her hand, smiling, "No need, I'm not drunk."

She really wasn't drunk, just a little dizzy...

She arrived at the restroom and a splash of cold water on her face made her much more alert. But she forgot the way back; the place was too big, big enough that one could easily forget which door they came out of after turning around.

And when she came out, she hadn't noticed the door number, so she could only search by memory. If she really couldn't find it, she would call Chen Shanshan to ask for the private room number.

Shen Ruo walked for a while without finding the private room, and when she finally saw it, she pushed the door open happily only to realize she had entered the wrong one.

Inside the room, there were none of her colleagues or friends, only a man. There were no lights turned on; instead, a melancholic and soothing song played from the screen, its name unnoticed by her.

But her attention was captured by the man sitting on the leather sofa. He lay back with his arms spread out in a forlorn pose, his face hidden in the shadows, indiscernible.

However, his casual and despondent demeanor was filled with an authoritarian and aesthetic charm that made it hard to look away.

The air was thick with the scent of alcohol; it was obvious he was a man intent on drowning his sorrows in drink.

"Sorry, I entered the wrong room." Although she didn't know if he had noticed her, she still apologized.