Marriage as a Game

Chapter 68: Is it to murder...my mentor?
Everyone envies the life of wealthy ladies, but they don’t know what it’s like.

What kind of life did Yao Chun live when she was in the Shen family, which was not a wealthy family but a nouveau riche family? Later, after she learned about Shen Daguang's deception, she became a laughing stock in the eyes of the rich ladies. Only by seeing such a life can you understand the unhappiness of life.

Many things cannot be measured by money!

I'm afraid the same is true for merchants!
However, Zhongli had not finished speaking.

"...My brother Jiang Han is in a miserable state. Aunt Bai lost too much blood this time, and the hospital's blood bank is in urgent need of blood. I heard that a lot of blood was drawn from her. I don't know how much. My brother said that the doctor who was drawing the blood turned pale, and brother Jiang Han was so angry that he refused to stop!..."

Shen Chaoxi felt his head buzzing and didn't listen to the rest of the words.

Afterwards, the class bell rang, and the day's classes were basically a cramming session to make up for the monthly exam.

Shen Chaoxi couldn't concentrate the whole day, probably because she heard something too bloody and she couldn't concentrate.

Over the next two days, the monthly exam went on as scheduled without any mistakes.

The questions this time were relatively difficult, but Shen Chaoxi had his own pace for answering the questions and still submitted his papers early for each subject.

On the afternoon of the 6th, after the monthly exam, Zhongli sent a message to Shen Chaoxi.

[Xi, I have a job to do tomorrow. I won't be home for the next week. Be good! ]

[I forgot to tell you, my aunt's granddaughter has the flu, I asked her to rest for a few days, don't infect my beautiful sister Xi! ]

No matter how mature Zhongli appears in movies and TV dramas, in reality she is just a little girl who loves to act like a spoiled child!

[Also, more! When the results come out, tell me if you passed the score line. If you didn’t, don’t send me messages. It will really affect my mood! ]

Shen Chaoxi glanced at the time of the message. It was sent ten minutes ago. She casually replied with an OK gesture.

It was already past five o'clock when the exam ended. Shen Chaoxi did not return to the classroom, but went straight out of the school gate.

Ten minutes later, with a ding, the elevator stopped on the 12th floor.

Shen Chaoxi walked out of the elevator, wearing a white down jacket and carrying a black backpack in one hand. When passing by Room 1201, she deliberately slowed down her pace.

The security door of Room 1201 was locked. Upon closer inspection, there was a light layer of dust on the gold-plated door handle.

No one has been here for a long time.

The lights in the corridor are sound and light controlled, and they are turned off because the sound made by humans is too small.

In a dim environment, people's senses can be infinitely magnified. Shen Chaoxi always felt that something was wrong. She wanted to make a sound, but was pulled against the marble wall by a force.

At the moment when the back of her head almost hit the wall, a big warm hand came over and protected her head.

The nose was immediately filled with a familiar warm scent with a woody aroma.

A scent so familiar that it occasionally appears in her dreams.

"Shang... um..."

The words that were about to be spoken were sealed in the mouth.

Unlike the tentative kiss last time, the force this time seemed much stronger.

Her entire mouth was swept wetly.

Such an offense made Shen Chaoxi refuse with regret when she came to her senses. She reached out to push the other person away.

I thought it would remain motionless like last time, but I didn't expect that the tall body would actually move backwards as soon as I exerted a little force.

Shang Jianghan was pushed directly against the opposite wall, and then let out a muffled groan.

The sound of my back hitting the marble wall instantly turned on the lights in the corridor.

She knew how powerful Shen Chaoxi was, and then she remembered what Zhongli had said.

I don’t know if it was a psychological problem, but under the incandescent light, the man’s face looked cold and pale with an unhealthy dullness.

Even his thin lips were too pale.

"Are you okay?" Shen Chaoxi walked forward and pulled his arm involuntarily.

At this time, Shang Jianghan was wearing a short black down jacket, which was open, revealing a thin white shirt underneath.

There was no heating in the corridor and the temperature was only in the single digits.

The man stood up from the wall with a sizzling sound, his dark eyes showing a hint of grievance. That's right, it was the kind of grievance that couldn't possibly appear in his eyes.

Shen Chaoxi had never seen such an expression!
"Can you be alright? You are capable of fighting six strong men alone. Are you going to murder...my mentor?"

"Tsk!" Shen Chaoxi's face was originally full of guilt, but after hearing these words and looking at his ruffian expression, he suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"Why don't you go home, Mr. Shang? It's cold outside."

"Oh, I forgot to bring my key. I went to your house to keep warm and have dinner." Shang Jianghan spoke nonchalantly and brushed off the non-existent dust on his body.

Looking back, he saw the same password fingerprint lock as 1202. Shen Chaoxi looked back at him for another three seconds, then silently withdrew his gaze.

Soon, the two entered Room 1202.

The heat wave that hit his face made Shang Jianghan sigh comfortably. Then he changed into slippers and dived onto the sofa in the living room.

God knows he had lost severe blood in the past few days and was sleep deprived, so he was already extremely sleepy.

Shen Chaoxi changed into home clothes and came out of the bedroom, and saw Shang Jianghan already asleep on the sofa.

Maybe it was because his neck was uncomfortable resting on the sofa cushion, his breathing became heavy and his long legs curled up subconsciously.

Shen Chaoxi suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart and felt sorry for the other person.

She turned around and took out a pillow and blanket from the bedroom.

Seeing that Shang Jianghan was still wearing his down jacket, she gently pushed his shoulder.

"Teacher Shang, Teacher Shang?"

The heavy eyelids were lifted, and red bloodshot was faintly visible in the cold eyes.

The wrinkles where the cold white skin color overlaps the eyelids are extremely obvious.

Shen Chaoxi knew that it was caused by extreme lack of sleep.

When she was on missions and stayed up all night, she saw that her colleagues around her had changed from single eyelids to double eyelids, and even the folds became deeper.

"what happened?"

Perhaps because his sleep was disturbed, Shang Jianghan's voice was terribly hoarse.

"It's okay. It's not comfortable. Here's a pillow for you. Also, take off your coat and cover yourself with a blanket."

Shen Chaoxi handed over the pillow and blanket, but his wrist was held tightly.

Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke.

After staring at the other person for a few seconds, Shang Jianghan sat up, took off his down jacket, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt collar, unbuttoned his cuffs, and then lay down again.

The girl's latex pillow has a faint orchid scent, which makes people feel soothed.

Shen Chaoxi draped the blanket over Shang Jianghan and looked at him with his rare innocent black eyes, as if he was taking care of an obedient big child.

"Go to sleep. I'll make you some porridge."

Shen Chaoxi said this unconsciously, with a gentle tone in his voice.

She didn't know whether Shang Jianghan would misunderstand, but he just nodded and closed his eyes.

Just as Shen Chaoxi was about to turn around, he heard someone who had already fallen asleep say something.

"Just sleep for two hours, and wake me up when the time comes."

At eight o'clock, Shang Jianghan was awakened by a phone call.

The ringing of a cell phone rang in the quiet hall, waking up Shang Jianghan and scaring Shen Chaoxi.

The light in the living room turned to a warm yellow hue, the main light in the dining room was on, and she was sitting at the dining table writing a math test paper.

Shang Jianghan hung up the phone first, took a while to adjust himself, and then slowly sat up.

The pink and white blanket fell off his chest.

　At the beginning of the month, I want to reserve a seat and spend some money!
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(End of this chapter)